From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty Chapter 536

Chapter 536: Chapter 498: The 8th Tier “Funeral Bearer

Lorne Empire.

The Empire's parliament hall was filled with towering seats neatly arranged, each row occupied by dignitaries in formal attire, all looking solemn and serious.

Above the hall, emblems and flags representing the empire's power hung, gleaming under the light.

In the center of the hall was a large circular podium.

Even with his partially mechanized body looking somewhat frail, Prime Minister William sat in his wheelchair, resting with his eyes closed. Suddenly, he rose from his wheelchair and walked slowly up to the podium.

“I have already reported to His Majesty about the Fischer family; the intelligence is mostly correct. The Fischer family is indeed an evil existence.”

“They worship an otherworldly god that could cause tremendous upheaval and destruction at any moment. I propose that we send a hundred Monarch powerful experts to march forcefully to the East and destroy the Fischer family.”

As the Prime Minister finished his statement, the parliament members began to put forward their questions and views.

“Is that true? Those reports are actually true? The Fischer family has a marital connection to you, Prime Minister William, don't they? Don't you think you should be held accountable?”

“Prime Minister! What does His Majesty think? Prime Minister, such a big decision can't be made by you alone!”

“During that great war with the Seven Stars on another continent years ago, our domestic Monarch Level Extraordinary Exponents suffered heavy casualties, and we haven't fully recovered yet. If we really send half of our Monarch Level Extraordinary Exponents to the East, the Seven Stars might seize the chance to attack us!”

They believed this was an important step to push the nation's development. The debate was intensely fierce, sometimes loud objections were voiced, other times low discussions occurred, and Prime Minister William just watched everyone coldly.

At that moment, Iron Blood Marshal Horatio Wesley stood up.

As the strongest in the Lorne Empire, he merely rose slowly, his formidable presence silencing everyone, leaving them unable to speak.

“It's something agreed upon by me, Prime Minister William, and His Majesty the Emperor, to wage war against the Fischer family and the Cyart tri-nation. I think there should no longer be much dissent!”

The parliament members were all astounded because, for various reasons, Marshal Horatio's “Swordbearer” and Prime Minister William's “Sun Bird” family often opposed each other, yet they surprisingly had a consensus this time.

“If that's how it is…”

Prime Minister William's eyes were void of sorrow or joy. He didn't feel like his children in the Fischer family would be affected since there were many offspring in the family.

“The Fischer family is doomed!”

In the grand palace hall of the Seven Stars Empire, resplendent light poured down from the towering ceiling's crystal chandeliers, landing in the middle where the “Military God” quietly watched towards the southeast.

“Fischer again?”

On one side of the great hall, a figure dressed in a luxurious red-and-white robe, holding a scepter, walked in slowly with a gentle and dignified smile on his face.

He was the respected Cardinal “Brass Gear” of the Reforged Church, here to engage in-depth discussions with the Seven Stars Emperor concerning the Fischer family.

“Your Majesty must have heard about the Fischer matter, right?”

“Yes.”

The “Military God” Emperor showed a keenly interested expression, then said, “The Child of the Sun God from the south has made a move, hasn't he? The secrets of Fischer are true, right?”

“That's correct, what you said is all correct.”

Even though “Brass Gear” holds a prestigious position within the Reforged Church, in the presence of the strongest being of the Claud World, he still remained cautious and respectful.

“Hmm, I see…” The Seven Stars Emperor fell into thought.

“Brass Gear” Cardinal's expression inadvertently revealed a trace of almost imperceptible shock, staring at the Emperor seated on the throne, his heart filled with unprecedented shock.

The “Military God's” presence at this moment seemed especially vast, like a towering mountain, standing firm, and like a vast ocean, deep and boundless.

He could feel that the air around the Seven Stars Emperor was continuously rising, as if approaching to break through some invisible barrier towards an even more terrifying level.

Once he truly broke through to that level, he would reach the Apocalypse Upper Rank!Then, in the Claud World, this “strongest being” would gradually step towards becoming “invincible.”

“Brass Gear” was well aware that the so-called strongest was insignificant to that one.

His ambition wasn't to be slightly better than the second-best but to have the power to defeat everyone on his own–a level of ambition that perhaps even reaching the Apocalypse Upper Rank couldn't satisfy.

Yet, amid the shock, “Brass Gear” Cardinal also felt a trace of worry. Did such a vast momentum indicate that he had reached some kind of limit?

Could there be some unknown power trying to stop his further advancement?

It is said that those three Quasi-gods, who existed ten thousand years ago, each was the strongest of their era, yet they were all sealed…

Some say it was the Divine beings that did, for they do not allow new gods to emerge.

“What are you thinking about?”

The voice of the Seven Stars Emperor suddenly snapped “Brass Gear” back to reality.

Then, another statement surprised him.

“Do you think we should destroy the Fischer family?”

“Brass Gear” hesitated for a moment, but immediately nodded without hesitation, “Of course!”

The Seven Stars Emperor revealed a meaningful expression.

In the ancient and grand cathedral of the Salvation Church, the towering spires pointed directly into the sky, and the afterglow of the sunset shone through the stained glass windows, casting splendid lights and shadows on the ground.

In the central hall, around a long and wide wooden table, sat several bishops dressed in magnificent robes, with solemn expressions on their faces.

In the center of the table lay a thick Redemption Church Code, beside it was a detailed report on the Fischer family and several related letters, these documents detailed the recent actions of the Fischer family and the controversies they caused.

One of the older bishops, holding a scepter, first broke the silence:

“The actions of the Fischer family have drawn our extensive attention. Not only have they severely harmed the church's interests, but they also pose a great hidden danger to the entire world!”

Another bishop added, “Indeed, the Fischer family has risen in wealth and status in recent years, but they actually lost their way right from the beginning!”

Then, a young bishop expressed his concerns, “We must take action as soon as possible…”

His Holiness the Pope of the Salvation Church was not here, but the bishops in attendance nodded in agreement and began discussing specific strategies.

Eventually, after a vigorous discussion, the bishops reached a consensus.

“The name Fischer must disappear from the world.”

Nasir City.

During the dim and tranquil twilight, a man with silver-white hair slowly entered the ancient graveyard of his family, his full head of silver tinged with a faint golden glow.

Around him were the resting places of successive generations of the Fischer family, including direct bloodlines and non-direct members, each tombstone marking the end of a story.

He slowly walked to a tombstone engraved with a familiar name, the resting place of his beloved wife, where the words on the tombstone gently whispered in the breeze.

Chris stopped, his hands lightly caressing the cold stone, as if he could feel his wife Vanessa's presence.

She…

must have met the Lord of the Lost by now…

Is the world after death different for a devout person…

He gazed at his wife's tombstone, sinking into deep silence, his thoughts running wild like untamed horses.

In this brief moment of silence, Chris quickly reviewed his life–from a green youth to the present, each achievement, each failure, each joy, and each sorrow flashed quickly through his mind.

Regardless of past glories or love and being loved, all would eventually return to dust.

Only death is the inescapable end for everyone.

This realization did not bring fear or despair; instead, it made his heart extraordinarily tranquil.

“Goodbye.”

Eventually, Chris sighed softly, his eyes both relieved and reluctant, slowly turned around, and left the graveyard, his strides more firm than when he arrived.

He knew that death is the end yet not the end; in the remaining years, he would continue to write his own story until he too becomes a stone on this land.

Chris's figure elongated, his eyes sparkling with an unprecedented light.

Suddenly, an indescribable energy fluctuation filled the air, slowly spreading outwards, gently touching every inch of space like ripples.

Under this force, the hustle and bustle of Nasir City gradually dissolved into nothingness. Vehicles stopped their roaring, pedestrians froze in place, even the breeze seemed to forget to blow, leaves remained immobile, and the entire world seemed to have pressed the pause button.

Time lost its meaning of flow at this moment, and everything became exceptionally quiet, leaving only Chris as the only living creature in this still world.

The Fischer family had not performed any rituals yet, however, the Extraordinary materials needed for ascending the Eighth Tier had disappeared.

“Finally fulfilled… 'parting with the most important beloved possession deep in one's heart'.”

At the same moment, Karl also rekindled a new constellation in the Spirit Realm.

In the renewal stood an aged man with black and white hair, expressionless, standing amidst the tombstones as if devoid of any life.

The Eighth Tier of the Path of Tranquility.

“Funeral Bearer”.

Chapter end

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