From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty

Therefore, Byrne couldn’t help but walk over and asked, “What’s wrong, Viscount Bast?”

Viscount Bast remained silent for a long time, shook his head, and said with a meaningful lift of his face, “Nothing, I might just be overthinking. After reviewing it all, I always felt that the war was won too easily.”

“The Sea God Cult initially provoked us on a large scale, which led to the war, and then they ‘smoothly’ met their defeat. Their entire decision-making process seemed too reckless, as if they were seeking a war they were bound to lose.”

After pondering for a long time, Byrne said:

“Such situations do occur. The East Coast natives back then acted in the same way, driven by hate and interests, and as collective emotions surged, the tribe made rash decisions regardless of the disparity in strength.”

He paused for a moment, then continued:

“Otherwise, most wars should start with a surrender. If everyone was rational, there would be no need to fight. In reality, even those doomed to lose always believe they have a chance of winning.”

Viscount Bast nodded, his expression complex as he spoke:

“You’re partly right. Decisions made without fully grasping the situation due to limited intelligence and circumstances are common throughout history.”

“But I’ve met with the decision-makers of the Sea God Cult a few times, even fought against them, and I felt those priests are not foolish people. Moreover, I trust my eyes that can see through people’s hearts more than the analysis I just mentioned.”

Byrne was well aware that Viscount Bast’s proudest attribute had always been his ability to “read people.”

He often joked half-seriously that he had a magical “vision” that allowed him to see right into everyone’s true heart instantly.

Viscount Bast smiled and said, “Byrne, you might do good or evil, but no matter what, you would never betray your friends and family, so I trust you a lot.”

Perhaps to reassure him, Viscount Bast had told him something similar several times over the years.

“It’s probably just me overthinking it. The Tempest Bishop has Monarch Level power, and the Sea God Cult no longer has the resources or legacy to produce new Monarch powerful experts. Our advantage is decisive.”

Byrne nodded, thinking to leave to board the ship, but Viscount Bast forcibly handed him a hexagonal box made of green jade.

“I’m lending you this mysterious rare artifact for now. It may come in handy if there’s any danger.”

Byrne expressed his thanks and accepted it without hesitation.

The entire Fischer family boarded the sail warship, following the mighty naval force as they set off, with their final destination being the island where the Sea God Cult’s headquarters were located.

After several relatively easy battles, the members of the Fischer family were quite elated, knowing that once the final battle was won, they could return to Nasir.

Afterward would come the phase of post-war rewards and evaluations, and upon their return to Nasir, they would be warmly welcomed by the people.

Even Byrne couldn’t help but relax a little, but then the words of Viscount Bast came back to him, and he couldn’t completely let go of his vigilance.

They had obtained a type of rune stone that could record spells, using the Class 2 Extraordinary Material ‘Moon River Stone’ as the base, and fashioning it into a rune stone resembling a pebble, which was snow-white all over with several spells inscribed on the front.

Rune stones are monopolized military supplies, only possessed by a few major powers, and the spell recorded in the rune stone acquired by the Fischer family was “Walking on Water.”

Without a doubt, “Walking on Water” was the sea tribe’s bane.

For the foreign race adept at causing havoc in the sea, just casting “Walking on Water” on them would fling these creatures onto the surface, instantly depriving them of their great advantage of hiding in the water.

Using “Walking on Water” against the sea tribe had long been a universal naval tactic among nations.

As the sky gradually darkened, the combined forces of Cyart and the Tempest Church were imposing, already arriving at the outskirts of the Sea God Cult’s headquarters’ island.

They did not immediately launch an attack, but instead, everyone silently recited the spells told by the priests, activating the special spell inscriptions on their bodies, pooling their power to the more powerful Extraordinary Exponents.

“Tonight is the end.”

On the flagship, the “Thunderous Monarch,” known as the Tempest Bishop, grew increasingly solemn, slowly rising into the sky, and instantly a massive thundercloud storm gathered around him.

“This war is finally going to end, and after that, it’s time to further reform the internal structure of the Tempest Church,” he reflected while drawing the abundant spiritual power supplied by the soldiers, using the Monarch Domain to initiate a thunderous bombardment in advance.

The Thunderous Monarch would bombard from the sky for several hours, destroying barriers, damaging buildings, and eliminating most of the enemy’s living forces, only allowing the troops to land and fight afterward.

While the tactic was simple, it was extremely practical.

In the Thunderous Monarch’s Monarch Domain, the Precisely Inscribed spell was “Lightning Magic,” and his most proficient general spellcasting technique was the range-increasing “Expansion,” along with the advanced spellcasting technique “Extreme Range” to increase casting distance.

Therefore, in war, the Thunderous Monarch was able to cast a strategical advantage of a thundercloud storm from an ultra-long range.

Every Monarch powerful expert spellcaster would Precisely Inscribe different spells in their Monarch Domain, using it as their most important signature move.

A spell inscribed in the domain could be activated instantly, with fully evolved power from all aspects, and when casting it with spellcasting techniques, there was no additional expenditure of spiritual power required.

And based on different spellcasting techniques, the same spell could be combined into many vastly different forms.

“It’s starting!” Byrne took a deep breath.

Byrne, Chris, Irene, and others all concentrated on deck, remaining focused, each sensing the slow drain of their spiritual power, as if invisible threads were drawing it out of their bodies.

In the sky, the dense dark clouds formed a massive dark tapestry, lightning cleaved heavens, like swords of light leaping through the clouds.

The Thunderous Monarch stood tall atop the storm, the roar of the lightning giant echoed through the air, strong winds howled like raging waves, sweeping everything away as the forces of nature seemed to converge in the palm of his hand.

Just as the thunderclouds gathered in the sky, ready to strike the island, suddenly everyone heard a sound as massive as a tsunami.

Following the sound, the Cyart people witnessed a surprising sight.

The sea had turned over!

To their astonishment, people saw a vast amount of water churning, eyes full of menace bulging out, rising crazily high, and swiftly reaching hundreds of meters in height!

The Spawn of the Abyss!

It was an extremely important combat force for the Sea God Cult, belonging to the favored clan of the false Sea God!

Many felt a subconscious fear, yet felt that there wasn’t really a problem as long as the Thunderous Monarch was present.

Even if the Spawn of the Abyss possessed great power, enough to destroy a town, it was only equivalent to an Extraordinary Exponent in the Metamorphosis Phase. Even a few high-level Transmutation Extraordinary Exponents could contend with it for quite a while.

In front of a Monarch powerful expert reinforced by an army, the Spawn of the Abyss had no power to resist!

The several hundred meters tall Spawn of the Abyss surged with countless waters, madly rushing towards the thundercloud storm!

“Hmph, a clan sheltered by deceit and evil, fall into the abyss as dirty wreckage,” the Thunderous Monarch sneered, his laughter spreading in all directions with the thunderclouds.

The next moment, a deluge of lightning struck down, instantly hitting the massive body of the Spawn of the Abyss, erupting into a huge spray of water hundreds of meters high.

The Cyart people couldn’t help but cheer!

Just then, something unexpected happened!

A strong black light flashed across the sky, even darker than the night itself, and in an instant, it tore open the grand, vast storm from the middle.

Many were bewildered by this scene, not knowing what had happened, only noticing that after the Spawn of the Abyss was attacked once by the thunderstorm, the Thunderous Monarch didn’t pursue further.

Only a very few of the Cyart military, those who had reached high-level Transmutation, could notice that a figure had breached the storm’s domain in the cover of night!

“How is that possible!”

“That’s an impossible feat unless they are also a Monarch Level powerful expert!”

“Damn it, the Sea God Cult still has a trick up its sleeve!”

The person capable of such a deed was undoubtedly a Monarch Level powerful expert!

Assistant Priest Zayne, casting a spell, his voice spread to all “Transmutation Level” Extraordinary Exponents through a special spell inscription.

“Even if the Sea God Cult has a newly risen Monarch powerful expert, they cannot possibly defeat the Bishop! Do not fear, maintain your focus!”

Byrne only saw the black light that tore through the storm from afar, unable to see the figure, but upon hearing Zayne’s words, his heart still sank, feeling that something was amiss.

“A newly risen Monarch powerful expert from the Sea God Cult? Wasn’t that a debunked rumor? Didn’t the Sea God Cult lack the resources and lineage to raise a new Monarch? And if the Sea God Cult really had a Monarch powerful expert, why hadn’t they shown up during the years before the war?”

The memories in his mind seemed to be linking together, forming a complete puzzle—he was just a bit away.

At this moment, Byrne and the entire Fischer family were shocked still.

Something truly chilling, enough to send a shudder through everyone’s core, occurred!

In the vast darkness of night, a giant white hand emerged from nowhere, like a mountain falling from the sky, carrying boundless authority as it reached for the black thundercloud storm.

Everything was completely ruined now!

A second Monarch powerful expert from the enemy!

And then, Byrne heard Zayne’s cursing voice coming through the special spell inscription.

“Bast! Lion clan! Don’t you dare flee! Have you lost your minds? We haven’t lost yet! Damn it!”

Hearing this, he felt even more terrified. The Lion clan fleeing from the battlefield was a choice that would destroy the family’s honor and reputation for a century!

Even more frightening for Byrne was the reason Viscount Bast had made such an instantaneous decision—there was only one plausible explanation!

Without fleeing at once, it would be too late!

Without any hesitation, he shouted, “Theo, take the helm immediately, retreat!”

The next moment, when the Fischer people looked up, they saw red on the side!

A fiery red mist abruptly slashed through the night sky, as if drawn by the mighty hand of a deity, erasing a good half of the black thundercloud storm from existence!

Everyone’s heart sank, and their eyes were filled with nothing but despair.

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