From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty

In the Grand Hall beneath the Fischer family manor, a new family meeting was convened once more.

The number of participants this time was truly significant, and the meeting was chaired by the new family head, Christine, who sat in a wheelchair.

As an older woman in her forties, wrinkles naturally crept upon her face, yet her overall demeanor appeared even more elevated than when she was younger.

The Christine of the past was perceived as cunning and calculating, but the Christine of today had grown inscrutable, an enigma referred to as the "Fischer family's unfathomable fog" by outsiders.

Her surveillance organization, the "Purgers," had recently expanded rapidly, with its membership, including peripheral members, exceeding several hundred people, monitoring the entire East Coast for corruption, malfeasance, and heretical dissent.

As the head of the family, once the family meeting ratified it, Christine naturally had the authority to do so.

"Let's begin,"

Christine nodded slightly at the voting scales.

For decades, they had initiated countless family meetings, and the Scales of Conviction for the Fischer family voting had never been replaced.

Chris did not attend the family meeting this time and was not present.

Everyone understood and did not mind Chris's absence from the meeting.

Because everyone knew that he was off to complete the 6th Rank of the Path of Tranquility, the initiation ceremony for the "Apostle of the Night"!

"They're all gone..."

Karl, with his intangible will floating high in the sky, quietly observed the Fischer family meeting and suddenly realized that the first group who started the meeting were all absent...

Lucius, Byrne, Irene, Chris.

None of them were present at this meeting.

"So far, about sixty years have passed since the day I regained consciousness, and in fact, not only the Fischer family but the entire world has been changing incessantly..."

He knew that no matter how nostalgic he felt inside, the wheels of time would not stop for anyone.

Darren, wearing a solemn black suit, stepped forward and slowly explained his dealings and negotiations with Tuns's Black Falcon.

In truth, his communication with the Black Falcon was known to Christine and the others; it was not a unilateral decision made in secrecy.

Christine, sitting in her wheelchair, arched an eyebrow, masking the shock deep within her heart, and murmured, "Manufactured 'false gods'? Is that truly what the God of Reforging is?"

Felix, still bearing the brand of the God of Reforging, was completely stunned.

He widened his eyes, staring at his father who had revealed everything.

"Is that true? Did Tuns's Black Falcon really say such things?"

Darren looked at his son and calmly nodded, "Yes, you're about to return to the Reforging Church, so this matter is very important to you, remember it well."

Felix nodded thoughtfully, sinking into deep contemplation. Although the Stars Embrace Order was almost entirely destroyed, he still bore the mark of the God of Reforging.

Upon his return to the Reforging Church, he truly had the opportunity to become a high-ranking official there, thanks to that mark...

But the "truth" about the God of Reforging was shocking beyond belief!

Darren immediately added:

"However, Felix, that's only Tuns's side of the story, not necessarily the truth. We just need to be aware of this possibility."

Felix nodded, exhaling sharply, indeed, that was the case.

What the Black Falcon said might not be the truth, but rather likely a lie!

Regardless, the concept of man-made deities was too fantastical and sensational to contemplate!

Christine spoke from her wheelchair, "I suggest we feign cooperation with Tuns for now, without committing too much. Just try to reap the benefits. I believe they're not truly sincere either. Once the threat from the two great empires is gone, Tuns will surely want to become the only empire on the continent, and will instantly become our enemy... Our current situation is simply the weak exploiting each other, that's all."

Darren nodded in agreement.

"I concur, but can we keep such cooperation with Tuns hidden from the Lorne Empire?"

Christine narrowed her eyes, smiling, "Even if it can't be concealed, they won't pose a threat to us for the time being. In fact, no matter what, there is only one 'final victory condition' for the Fischer family."

The next moment, she and Darren spoke in unison,

"And that is to ensure the complete resurrection of the great Lord of the Lost!"

Christine continued, "Sooner or later, we may face off against Lorne and the Seven Stars. You are all aware, I presume, of the terrible might of those two great empires."

"The 'Emperor's Guards' of the Seven Stars may indeed be formidable, but in truth, all their members combined are not as threatening as a single 'Military God of the Seven Stars Empire.'

"Even if he's not invincible, he is certainly the strongest Bloodline Knight. The God of Reforging almost led the Seven Stars Empire to complete annihilation; it was this man who suddenly reorganized the empire's forces and held off the terrible onslaught from the Lorne citizens."

"And the most troublesome aspect of Lorne lies in their three Heavenly Enlightenment powerful experts. 'Iron Blood Marshal' Horatio Wesley was the one who defeated the Ten Great Families of the East, and even now, he remains the strongest among the three powerful experts of Lorne and the only one likely capable of defeating the Military God."

"And then there is the Emperor of the Lorne people, His Majesty George Fryer who is called the 'Supreme Monarch of the Ouden Continent, as well as the colonies of Pearl and Tuns', but it is said that there are great conflicts between him and the current Prime Minister and the Iron Blood Marshal, a tripod stand that also represents the contradictions between the three parties."

"There is also the last person, the long-standing Prime Minister of Lorne, the dominator of the Lorne Council for many years, and even for a time almost controlled the Lorne Empire, the 'Diamond Man' William Pitt, rumored to be one of the most powerful spellcasters in the world, possessing extremely exquisite spellcasting skills."

After she finished speaking, she paused and continued:

"In fact, the strength of the Lorne Empire lies not only in these terrifying Extraordinary Exponents but in the advanced level of their overall civilization..."

"I've read many books from the Lorne Empire, their vision is extremely long-term, they have a natural great arrogance, even in the minds of many Lorne citizens, Cyart is just one of the small and insignificant countries, because it is not as large as their colonies on other continents, other worlds, so they never paid it any mind..."

"Our distance from the Lorne people is still too vast."

Darren laughed haughtily, a hint of madness in his eyes, as he said, "That's a good thing!"

"Because weakness is never a problem, whereas great arrogance will be the root of death, won't it?"

Christine nodded gently and continued, "Anyway, let's wait for my father to return first. As long as he successfully advances, at least Cyart will become something within our grasp."

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Emerald Lake Province, Wight City.

The Middell family, also known as the "Ruins Song Spirit", is one of the several Extraordinary Nobility families of Cyart. The Family Head, Marquis Middell, is already a powerful Exponent at mid-level Monarch.

Apart from him, there is also a female in the family who is a Monarch Extraordinary Exponent.

In the dim corner of the manor's study, light was fragmented by the heavy curtains, forming twisted and profound shadows, filled with an ominous aura.

Dressed in a white tailcoat, Marquis Middell, known as the "Ghost", sat alone beside a large desk. The towering bookshelves, reaching to the clouds, could not conceal the intense unease in his heart.

"Chris..."

His eyes periodically swept across every corner of the study, each turn revealing extreme vigilance and fear.

It was a profound premonition of an unknown threat, as if an invisible assassin lurked in the darkness, approaching noiselessly. Marquis Middell's fingers involuntarily clenched into fists, knuckles whitened from the force, betraying his inner tension and guard.

"Is it coming? Chris Fischer!"

He silently calculated possible escape routes and defense measures. Even though these thoughts flashed through his mind rapidly, they could not calm the deepest fears within his heart.

Not long ago, the Middell family issued a statement, still firmly supporting the Adley Royal Family of Southern Siyate and harshly condemning the king-slaying Fischer family and the Romann family.

Marquis Middell and his family had openly stated their position.

He thought long and hard before making such a decision.

It may have been a mad decision!

Because even the Cyart King had died on the East Coast!

Yet, Marquis Middell heard that the most troublesome Byrne was dead, and the Romann family had lost a "Blazing Fire" Amos. He understood that those two families were actually severely wounded. Read new chapters at empire

So, he hoped to quickly integrate the other noble forces within Cyart, taking advantage of the two families' lack of recovery, to jointly oppose the Fischer and Romann families.

However, after the declaration, there weren't many who responded in Cyart, which greatly concerned Marquis Middell.

Finally, not long before, he discovered the figure of "Death God" Chris Fischer in Wight City through the city's barrier!

It was the "Death God" who had assassinated the most nobles in over a hundred years of Cyart. Almost all nobility were terrified by his appearance, and even the powerful "Ghost" Marquis Middell was no exception!

As time passed, the atmosphere in the study became more oppressive, Marquis Middell's heartbeat like a drum, each beat pounding his eardrums, making it impossible to ignore the imminent danger.

"I am now a mid-level Monarch... plus the barrier and the help of other family members, even the 'Death God' will be no match for me..."

"If he dares to appear, he will surely die."

He tried to keep calm, attempting to find the assassin's traces in the slightest clues, but there was nothing else to hear but his own breathing and heartbeat.

"Chris... are you really here?"

"Why do I have such a strong feeling, as if death has already come to my feet, ready to strike like a venomous snake and viciously bite my calf?"

In this long wait, Marquis Middell gradually realized something - perhaps no matter how much he prepared, he could not completely control the course of his fate.

If the information received not long ago was entirely true.

Then the Fischer and Romann families absolutely possessed terrifying trump cards, capable of eliminating a dozen Monarch Level powerful Exponents at the same time!

Even as a mid-level Monarch Extraordinary Exponent, perhaps he too could not escape death...

So, Marquis Middell took a deep breath, accepting his impending fate with an almost desperate stance.

Suddenly, the silver-haired man who had been hidden in the shadows for a long time, always expressionless, finally made his move!

"Death God" Chris Fischer!