From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty

The Valer Camp was ablaze, the Monarch powerful experts of the Dawn Church had already slaughtered all the Extraordinary Exponents of Vallere. The power they exerted together was unmatched by the numerical advantage of Vallere’s Monarch powerful experts.

Among the many enemies, only the “Steam man” of the Reforging Church saw the bad situation and escaped.

“Father!”

Felix quickly came over with slight excitement. He approached his extremely weak father Darren, his expression still very grave.

“The battle with Uncle Chris hasn’t been decided yet…”

“His opponent is strong. The Destroyer, one of the two Cardinals of the Reforging Church, might be slightly less powerful than the other, but as a top-level Monarch, he is undoubtedly difficult to deal with!”

He paused for a moment and immediately said, “Father, let’s quickly go and assist Granduncle Chris!”

Darren was still suffering from the relentless invasion of a potent poison, knowing it might require the rune power of the ‘Origin Spirit sea’ to heal himself.

He nodded reluctantly, just as he was about to speak, he suddenly noticed a thick black mist forming on his body.

“The time has come…”

Darren immediately realized that the great Lord of the Lost had made a decision. They were all going back, and it was inevitable.

“Choose to trust Chris,” Darren immediately said.

“Trust the great Lord of the Lost; he will naturally determine the course of fate!”

Felix was stunned for a moment, but couldn’t do anything to stop the black mist, only watching as the members of the Dawn Church were gradually engulfed and taken away by the thick black mist.

In the end, he saw the thick blackness gradually dispersing, and all the members of the Fischer family had vanished into thin air.

He knew all his family members had been transported back by the great Lord of the Lost, but he was unclear about Granduncle Chris’s situation and whether he had also returned.

“If the ‘Destroyer’ comes back and sees all this, how will he treat me?”

——

Just about fifteen minutes earlier.

A few kilometers away from the Valer Camp, Chris was already engaging in a duel with the “Destroyer,” a Cardinal of the Reforging Church.

In the battle, he felt not even a trace of fear, but rather coldly dealt with the mission at hand, viewing the top-level Monarch as just one among the many enemies.

Though Chris had once been defeated by the “Weird Light” technique of the Salvation Church, he was aware that not all high-level Monarch Extraordinary Exponents possessed such powerful force.

At this moment, he had already witnessed the power that the “Destroyer” possessed.

It was a magical force; he could fuse various alchemical tools and ordinary items, consuming spiritual power to amplify their intrinsic effects.

An ordinary alchemical explosive, once swallowed by the “Destroyer” and spit out again, could transform into a powerful explosive capable of destroying an entire mountaintop!

The “Destroyer” had a wide range of abilities, not limited to alchemical explosives. For instance, an ordinary gun could also be fused into his body, and then his arm could transform into a “gun” unleashing powerful attacks, turning bullets directly into cannonballs and significantly increasing the rate of fire.

Thus, he could adapt to various battlefield situations almost endlessly.

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At this very moment, the “Destroyer” had already swallowed a large number of weapons and alchemical tools.

The night sky suddenly tore open, countless gunfire and alchemical explosives like the furious hammers of the Thunder God, brought with them deafening roars and destructive light, bombarding from all around.

The flames reflected on the stern face of “Death God” Chris, but they did not shake his inner calm at all.

His eyes were like deep, rippleless cold pools, containing no turbulence, only pinpoint accurate calculations of the impending crisis.

Amid this overwhelming death torrent, the form of the “Death God” seemed to blend into the air. Each instantaneous movement and agile maneuver of “Night Shift” perfectly avoided the fatal attacks.

Chris’s movements were fluid and precise, like a dancer performing on the edge of a blade, each dodge exhibiting his supreme control over the limits of his body.

The numerous cannon blasts exploded around him, the shockwaves lifting almost everything, yet Chris, like a leaf lightly swaying on the water, remained untouched, never caught in the whirlpool of destruction.

He even used the air currents and debris from each explosion as cover and assistance, crafting his own path of survival in a web of death with an otherworldly demeanor.

All the attacks seemed so powerless, while the figure of the “Death God” became clearer and more powerful, filled with strength and beauty.

Even the “Destroyer” in the sky couldn’t help but express its feelings.

“Worthy of being Chris Fischer, Cyart’s ‘Death God’… I really want to study the people of the Fischer family, what exactly are you made of?”

The tone of the “Destroyer” was full of curiosity and undisguised madness!

In the next moment, Chris had already used the Power of Consecution’s ability “Night Shift” to suddenly appear in front of the “Destroyer” in the sky.

He decided to initiate the “Rift Moment”, but immediately realized something was terribly wrong.

Yes, something was very wrong, the “soul aura” of that person was off, or rather, the soul content within this body was far too little.

Chris instantly judged that the other party was not the real body, but an alchemical puppet injected with a bit of soul?

Although the wildly bombing “Destroyer” possessed great strength, the battle-hardened Chris quickly realized the special situation, something similar had occurred with certain enemies before.

That “Silver Poet” was also such an adversary…

If he surrendered the “Rift Moment” and “Illusion” here, his Spiritual Power would be nearly exhausted…

In fact, if he hadn’t been able to perceive souls, he would have been nearly deceived by the other party. After realizing this, Chris once again increased the distance and did not continue to attack.

He had encountered an extremely tricky enemy.

The real body of the opponent was unknown, merely using an alchemical puppet to bombard him, and his two rune powers were significantly drained and could not be used lightly.

So, what should he do?

Ultimately, Chris concluded that there was… no way out.

Every Extraordinary Exponent has enemies they can’t defeat, although Chris faced many high-offense, low-defense humanoid enemies and had a set of combo moves that could kill, but there was also this sense of helplessness against “mechanical monsters”.

However, Chris did not despair but silently dodged the attacks, calmly waiting for an opportunity.

Meanwhile, at the same time, in the Valer Camp.

Felix suddenly heard a divine oracle!

He felt an unprecedented subtle expectation, as if the air around him had completely solidified, and time had slowed down and become solemn.

The sound that suddenly arose couldn’t be understood but could be directly comprehended.

The content of the divine oracle was not a pile of words, but it directly touched the depths of Felix’s soul.

Shock was his initial reaction.

His heart rate increased, his breathing quickened, as if the whole world had stopped for him at that moment, but then, an indescribable joy surged in his heart.

The great Lord of the Lost was directly “speaking” to him, he had received His divine oracle, what a glory!

That location…

Felix quickly looked to the north.

Why did the great Lord of the Lost want him to go in that direction, to that location?

He didn’t understand, but he went ahead without looking back.

Karl, who had been silently observing everything, saw Felix leave, knowing that Chris was going to be rescued, relying solely on Chris’s power was indeed difficult to defeat the “Destroyer”.

He clearly sensed the north…

There lay the real body of the “Destroyer”!