From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty

"I hope you all seriously consider and give a response, as that answer might very well affect the future of the Fischer family."

Black Falcon finished speaking, turned his head, and left the manor yard with the puppet-like silver-haired girl.

Darren’s expression was not very calm as he stood in the shadows, arms crossed.

"Even if we had activated Nasir’s barrier just now, it would probably have been difficult to counter that man’s power..."

He did not immediately give a response to Black Falcon of the "Splitting Blade."

In fact, he couldn’t make the decision alone; matters that could affect the entire family’s destiny still had to be decided by a family council vote.

To this day, the number of people eligible to vote in the family council has increased, and due to Vanessa’s precedent, Christine’s husband Andre also has the right to vote.

Darren shook his head, left the Fischer Manor and went out into the city streets.

Although the Undead Calamity had affected the development of productive forces, Nasir City had actually developed somewhat compared to ten years ago.

Due to the Undead Calamity, a large number of refugees flocked into the towns and cities, so in just a mere decade, the population of Nasir City had more than doubled, with the total population of the city reaching several hundreds of thousands.

A black carriage pulled up beside him, its driver a Daybreaker who was also a member of the Dark Tide.

"To the train station," Darren coldly said.

Afterward, he rode the carriage to the train station, boarded a steam locomotive, and left Nasir City for Phelps Port in the Southern East Coast Province.

The sea breeze was particularly refreshing.

Darren actually didn’t like the smell of the harbor that much, because the fishy stench reminded him of those years in prison.

He arrived at a secluded secret villa in the port, donned an Iron Mask.

In the moment he put it on, Darren always felt like something in the deepest part of his heart was activated.

"Heh..."

Even as the years mature a person, that might just be a facade, but when he put on the mask, it was the moment he truly took off all the masks!

Deep within the villa was a thoughtfully designed secret base that cleverly blended into the villa itself, almost impossible for outsiders to notice without someone in the know guiding the way in advance.

The base’s entrance was hidden deep within a lush bamboo grove in the villa’s backyard, a seemingly casually paved stone path glowing faintly under the moonlight, leading visitors through a winding path.

At the end of the path, Darren lightly pushed against a boulder that seemed ordinary, and with a faint mechanical sound, the ground slowly opened, revealing a staircase leading underground.

As he descended, the hidden base’s ceiling, made of transparent glass and filled with various tropical plants, came into view—an unusual ecosystem created by the Power of Consecution wielded by those who have advanced on the Path of Nature.

Most of these plants were Extraordinary materials and of great value.

The intelligence organization Dark Tide that Darren established is a subordinate organization of the Dawn Church.

Now in the Dark Tide, the four main officers under his command were Old Dog, who had suffered hardships with Darren, the Elf March, who had formally joined the Dawn Church, Carol, who was the reincarnation of Grandma Narda’s soul. ȐÄΝȱBЁṧ

The last person was the half-orc with wolf ears, a young man who came to Nasir under the call of the Lord of the Lost after being saved by Lilian.

Alger.

After arriving in Nasir, he consumed a Magic Potion, successfully embarked on the Path of Conquest, and had now reached 3rd Rank. He was skilled with a silver curved sword formed through Alchemy and a special revolver that he obtained from the Spirit Realm.

The curved sword and revolver, each had its unique uses. The silver curved sword was indestructible and exceptionally effective against the Undead; over the past ten years, Alger had frequently used it to destroy those tirelessly advancing Undead.

His more powerful weapon, however, was the revolver, a Spirit Realm Treasure.

The Spirit Realm was full of bizarre fantasies, containing countless things from innumerable worlds, theoretically housing any imaginable knowledge and treasures.

However, curiously enough, when the civilization level of the world you’re in has yet to reach a certain stage, the probability of encountering treasure forms beyond your civilization’s level becomes extremely low.

Theoretically, the Spirit Realm could have airplanes, battleships, or even more extravagant things, but the people of Claud World hardly ever come across them.

Elmide’s Gun, the Spirit Realm Treasure that Alger happened to obtain, still looked like an immature revolver, but each bullet had a different effect.

The six bullets could release the effects of wind, fire, lightning, wood, gravity, and ice.

Upon arriving at the hidden base, Darren saw the Daybreaker, Ray, a Nature Exponent who had tread on the Path of Nature.

He had gone from a tall young man to a middle-aged man today, and the big white dog he kept had grown very old, lying on the ground, completely unwilling to move around.

Ray paid no attention to Darren and meticulously took care of those Extraordinary plants.

After the Lord of the Lost had fallen into slumber, Ray had quickly mastered the Power of Consecution at 3rd Rank, but sadly, he had been stuck at this level for a full ten years.

The 4th Rank on the Path of Nature, "Shepherd of Trees," did not yet exist in the world.

Darren continued past this and entered a room in one corner, a brown tea room.

Wolf-Eared Alger and Elf March were just sitting in the teahouse, on standby, playing cards.

Darren cut straight to the point, "Alger, I need you and March to head to Lorne and investigate matters concerning the Lorne citizens."

He paused for a moment before continuing, "Also, gather intelligence on the Tuns People, especially regarding the Splitting Blade and Black Falcon. I want to know everything... We can no longer focus solely on the intelligence from the East Coast."

Alger stood up and nodded, "I understand."

March, still expressionless, said calmly, "Finish this round of cards, then we can go. Sit down."

Alger knew March had a bad temper and he dared not defy her, given her seniority, so he hurriedly replied, "Alright, then."

March turned to Darren and said, "Don’t forget the item your family promised to help me find... Many years have passed, although I can still wait."

Darren nodded lightly and responded, "The establishment of Dark Tide is well-suited to help you search for that Elf sacred object, isn’t it? Rest assured."

After speaking, he looked thoughtfully at the Elf.

There was no doubt that she too had chosen the Path of Nature; and perhaps, owing to the natural advantages of Elves, she had made rapid progress and mastered three ranks with ease in just a decade.

She had actively joined Dark Tide, seemingly unwilling to stay in Nasir City, and had been avoiding her father for years...

A few days later, he quickly obtained some basic intelligence about "Splitting Blade" and "Black Falcon."

The secret organization "Splitting Blade," while being a subordinate organization of the Primordial Tree, had strong independence, mostly comprised of locals from Tuns and devoted entirely to the service of Thrums Dukedom.

The Emperor of Tuns’ original title was the Duke of Tuns, who suddenly declared in recent years the transformation of the dukedom into the Tuns Empire and changed his own title to Emperor of Tuns. However, many had yet to adapt to the new titles, and the Six Great True Gods Churches did not recognize him either.

As for the... Black Falcon.

Darren’s brow furrowed as he realized that this was a mysterious man with no past, who had burst onto the scene seemingly out of nowhere fifty years ago.

Though Black Falcon kept his identity hidden and left little renown across the continent, he was likely the hidden figure leading Tuns in a variety of reforms behind the scenes, shaping it into a unified industrial military nation. He was both intelligent and exceedingly Iron Blood.

Your journey continues with empire

"So, it turns out to be a puppet master of sorts..." Darren mused.

"No wonder this guy could sneak up here unnoticed. He is very likely one of the top-tier high-level Monarch powerful experts among the three leaders of Tuns."

Closing his eyes, Darren pondered.

The top-tier high-level Monarch powerful experts, for the most part, would leave a great legacy across the entire Ouden Continent. Yet, among the three figures known as the "Winter Keystone" in Tuns, one top-tier expert always concealed his identity.

It was him!

Now, Darren could finally confirm that apart from the Emperor of Tuns who resided in the Winter Palace and Marshal Mihail, the "One-Eyed King," there was a third high-level Monarch Extraordinary Exponent in Tuns—the leader of the Splitting Blade and the teacher of the Emperor of Tuns.

The elderly man known as Black Falcon.

"All signs indicate that Tuns is not content remaining the ’Third Powerful Country’..."

His smile beneath the mask was unrestrained. The more chaotic the world, the greater the death toll, the more opportunities for the Fischer family.

War, especially on a large scale, was far from being a bad thing!

"But their strength is vastly inferior to that of Lorne and the Seven Stars. Could it be that they have the support of a Heavenly Enlightenment powerful expert backing them? Hah, is it possibly the Primordial Tree?"

The Primordial Tree was the most superior secret organization in the Claud World, having historically razed over a dozen countries and even triggered the ’Boundless Ritual’ incident, essentially erasing all life from a continent...

Undoubtedly, if there was a force in the Claud World capable of posing a significant threat to the Six Great True Gods Churches and the two great empires simultaneously, it was the Primordial Tree.

At that moment, Darren suddenly sensed something.

A powerful aura erupted from within him like flames bursting forth. In the secret base, the Blood Receivers found themselves as if plunged into a sea of fire! Each one instinctively became tense and vigilant!

His aura was uncontrollably released!

"Metamorphosis Phase?"

He first looked slightly stunned, then immediately revealed an unabashedly thrilled smile, filled with immense joy.

Beyond refute, he was different from his father and the others. For in addition to the Power of Consecution, his body also harbored the vigorously burning power of Bloodline, the power of flames!

Finally, he had reached the Metamorphosis Phase!

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

He slowly took off the Iron Mask, speaking to himself expressionlessly:

"It seems I will become a Monarch powerful expert before I ascend to the 5th Rank."

"The enemies of the Fischer family will be devoured by shadows in the darkness."

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