From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty

"Boom!"

The thunderous sound of distant artillery fire rose and fell like the whispers of demons, ceaselessly eroding people's psychological defenses. Each explosion came with the trembling of the earth, as if the whole city was on the verge of collapse amidst the quaking ground.

Citizens hid in sturdy buildings or tightly grasped the hands of their loved ones in basements. Fear and anxiety filled almost everyone's eyes.

Banyoles City was tightly suffocated in the iron grip of the enemy armies, as if a heart was being relentlessly squeezed by a merciless hand, each beat accompanied by suffocating tension. The air was rife with a mixture of gunpowder and dust, stinging people's nostrils and fraying their tightly strung nerves.

People gathered together in the shelters, beads of sweat forming on their foreheads as they tensed with extreme anxiety; some hung their heads in silence, their gazes hollow as they tried to suppress the fear in their hearts.

"When will the war end? Mom... I want to go home."

An expression of confusion and helplessness flowed over a child's face as they looked up at the adults surrounding them with wide eyes.

The child's mother remained silent for a long time before finally embracing her child tightly.

"It will end soon. Don't worry, we will be fine, nothing will happen to us."

"This city is protected by the Romann family, as you know. Duke Black Iron and the Dark Night clan are the most powerful! No matter who the enemy is, they will emerge as the victors of the war!"

The child continued to ask with a puzzled look, "But didn't the Duke pass away?"

Everyone's faces changed, showing signs of waning spirit.

The mother quickly said, "Duchess Ariel, as the daughter of Duke Black Iron, with Lord Aldrich assisting her, can also protect us. Don't be afraid."

However, everyone present clearly understood that the now-deceased Duke Black Iron was the object of adoration for countless people in the city, and the old man's departure had a great impact.

Meanwhile, above Banyoles, the extraordinary powerful experts from both sides had already begun to fight.

Streaks of light fell like the stars themselves, seeming to turn the heavens and earth upside down, with each fighter releasing breath-stopping power, every strike potent enough to shake the ground.

In the sky, Monarch powerful experts streaked across the horizon like shooting stars, their bodies moving at speeds so fast they were nearly elusive.

They used various extraordinary powers, or condensed huge amounts of energy, each confrontation accompanied by thunderous explosions and blinding light.

The earth trembled under the force of the Monarch powerful experts, as if it could crack open at any moment. Houses were easily shattered, trees uprooted, and entire streets turned to ruins.

Amidst the billowing dust, the Monarch powerful experts kept dashing and darting, their figures flickering in and out of sight.

As one extraordinary power after another collided, the resultant energy waves surged like huge ocean waves, engulfing everything around them in an instant, with thunder, lightning, and storms ravaging the area. Banyoles City seemed to have become a giant energy field, with the ordinary Extraordinary Exponents feeling an unprecedented shock and pressure!

Although the battle seemed fierce, Byrne was clearly aware deep down that both camps were still holding back quite noticeably.

So far, no one had used any Forbidden rare artifacts.

It was as if everyone had an unspoken agreement.

"Blood of Salvation" of the Adley Royal Family, Prince Noah, hadn't even entered the battlefield and was hiding somewhere outside the city.

And the Alchemy Council's "Spirit Essence," also known as "Silver Poet" of the Words of Tranquility, Aphrodus, still only sent a mute puppet to fight.

The rest of the nobility each had their own designs, conserving their combat strength without going all out, not using Forbidden rare artifacts.

Because the Monarch powerful experts also had the constant supply of "sustenance" from their armies, there was no immediate risk to their lives.

Byrne's prediction before the battle was entirely accurate!

The Adley Royal Family had weakened, and a civil war broke out abruptly after the former Cyart King died, causing the prestige of the Adley Royal Family to plummet to rock bottom.

Byrne was very clear that among the nobility, perhaps only Aldrich Romann was truly loyal to the Adley Royal Family.

But now that the Adley Royal Family was manipulated by the Words of Tranquility, whether for the Romann family itself or for the entire Cyart population, Aldrich Romann had to put aside the loyalty entrusted by Duke Romann.

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Byrne and his companions were also constantly on guard against the Wordless Elder, who might not be completely dead yet.

Clearly, that hidden figure was the most terrifying person.

Right then, a voice belonging to "Ghost", a Monarch powerful expert of the "Ruins Song Spirit" Middell family, echoed from the sky.

"The Prince has ordered a retreat!"

Suddenly, Prince Noah, who hadn't appeared before, ordered his army and the Extraordinary Exponents to withdraw.

The battle thus came to an end.

Aldrich too didn't order a pursuit. Although none of the Monarch powerful experts had died, the regular Extraordinary beings and the army had suffered heavy casualties in the aftermath of the war.

After they returned to the military camp, Aldrich spoke:

"The battle just now was merely a probe, the real battle is yet to start."

Byrne shook his head and said, "I believe a real battle won't take place during the siege because it's difficult for the current Adley Royal Family to make these great nobles fight desperately in a civil war."

"If they keep attacking the city, they might not be able to take it for months."

Aldrich nodded in agreement and said, "Indeed, Cyart people fighting against Cyart people, and under the orders of a new king at that... no one wants to be cannon fodder. During the Rhea war, each family suffered sacrifices and deaths; now they've learned their lesson."

At that moment, a prophecy from the great Lord of the Lost suddenly emerged in Byrne's mind!

"Hmm? Lord Aldrich, I'll be back in a bit!"

Byrne exchanged a glance with the silent Chris, then immediately left the military camp and went directly to a deserted place in the city.

Aldrich was momentarily stunned, but he didn't follow.

Byrne and Chris stood there, and the next moment, they were enveloped by black mist.

In the blink of an eye, they had crossed through the black mist to find themselves thousands of miles away in Nasir City!

The streets seemed to turn into a raging fire dragon, with terrifying flames wildly dancing in the darkness, illuminating every inch of land, as the flames, like a ferocious beast, devoured everything around them!

The air was thick with the scent of scorching, the unique odor of wood, fabric, and unknown materials being baked at high temperatures.

Byrne could feel the scalding heat on his face; even the wind seemed distorted by the fire, sweeping over every inch of his skin with blistering temperatures, as if intending to roast one's soul.

"Marquis Vlad, or the Meyer family?"

On the streets, the faces of the people of Nasir City were contorted with fear as they screamed and ran, trying to escape the clutches of the flames. Yet, the fire, like a merciless demon, burned ever more fiercely, engulfing everything in its path.

Against the backdrop of the raging inferno, Marquis Vlad, known as the "Volcano Dragon," stood like a phoenix undergoing rebirth, erected at the heart of the flames.

His figure flickered in and out of view amongst the fire, as if merging with the flames to become an indestructible monster.

"Eh? How is this possible, why are you here? There shouldn't be any Monarch Level experts in Nasir City!"

Marquis Vlad was astounded, staring in disbelief at the suddenly appeared Byrne and Chris.

"Aha, we meet again, Marquis Vlad."

Byrne laughed heartily, then said with utmost coldness, "We are messengers sent by the gods to kill you, our sudden appearance is part of a divine sign."

"So, it's quite normal that you can't understand."

"Hahahahahahaha!"

Unable to contain himself, Marquis Vlad burst into a wild laughter as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

He draped himself in a black alchemy battle robe that flickered like flames under the light, giving him a blindingly brilliant appearance.

"Just the two of you?"

Within the flames, he sneered, like a king commanding fire, each step he took was upon the flames, as if the flames were his servants, obeying his every command.

"Byrne Fischer, have you forgotten your previous experience in my hands? How you were burned till your clothes were gone and you looked like a roasted fish?"

Byrne, composed as ever, remained expressionless and unfazed by the remark.

The next moment, Marquis Vlad's hand tightly gripped a flaming longsword, seemingly filled with endless power!

With a light swing, the tip of the fire sword sliced through the air, bringing forth an incredibly hot blade of fire Sword Qi, instantly striking towards the two men.

"Fishermen from the East Coast of Nasir City! Traitors rebelling against the Royal Family! Hahahahahahaha! I want to see the extent of your power!"