From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty

At this point, not only did Nasir City have a large barrier, but the Fischer family also employed vast financial and material resources to construct an enormous, yet smaller-scale National Defense Barrier across the entire East Coast.

It can be said that in the past ten years, half of the wealth amassed by the Fischer family was spent on the barrier that enveloped the entire East Coast Province.

Although the expenditure was considerable, Byrne always felt it was necessary. In this way, all Monarch Level Extraordinary Exponents, or large, coordinated military forces, would be detected as soon as they entered the East Coast Province.

Thus, the East Coast Province virtually became a "nation within a nation."

However, even with such a barrier in place, there were exceptions, and to this day, Byrne could not understand how the "Winter Keystone" of Thrums, known as the Black Falcon, had silently arrived in Nasir City.

This person was the hidden mastermind behind the Dukedom of Thrums, harboring ambitions to dominate the world. With such capabilities, it wasn't surprising.

"Darren, where have you been?"

In the town hall of Nasir City, inside a conference room, Byrne was discussing current affairs with some officials when he suddenly saw his son Darren.

He entered the room with an elderly man.

"Father, I recently learned some intelligence about a person who might be important to you, so I personally went to bring him back," Darren said with a smile on his face.

Byrne frowned slightly, looking at the trembling, staggering old man.

His features were deeply carved by time, his sparse silvery hair scattered across his forehead, the gleam in his eyes no longer sharp and bright as in his youth, but instead soft and somewhat confused, occasionally mixed with subtle signs of tension and fear.

"Who is he…"

Byrne gazed at the old man and suddenly felt a sense of familiarity but wasn't quite sure.

"Robert Taylor, Father," Darren replied with a smile.

He coldly said, "The man who deceived our family decades ago. Later, the Taylor family moved to the Cyart Royal Capital, and in recent years they have been very frightened of us, constantly hiding. Sadly, the 'Black Tide' still found them."

Byrne was stunned.

He is Robert?

It was indeed his old "good brother" Robert, the man who had betrayed him and, when the Fischer family was at its weakest, had stolen fifteen Gold Coins.

He stared at the old man, utterly unable to find that feeling of hatred.

Even though the memories were still vivid, the Byrne of now couldn't empathize with his former self at that moment.

Robert's eyes looked very confused as if dementia had silently crept upon him with age.

"Who are you? I, I don't remember you, sorry, my lord, my memory is not good, why did you bring me here, my lord?"

"..."

Byrne fell into deep silence, although the other party had completely forgotten him, the "Profound Memory" within him deeply remembered who Robert Taylor was.

"The most foolish moment for a person is when they say, 'But you promised me.'

He paused for a moment, continued staring at the old man, and said, "This statement of yours made a great impact on me, and I still remember it to this day."

Although he no longer harbored hatred for Robert, thinking back over the past decades, Byrne's heart was still filled with unresolved knots and lingering pain.

The memories of failures, losses, and self-doubts were like heavy chains that had always restrained his steps.

Whenever it was deep in the night or when facing challenges, these past incidents would surge like a tide, making Byrne feel suffocated and helpless.

"Robert…"

Byrne reached out and gently patted the old man's shoulder, who trembled slightly, his confused eyes flashing an unmistakable fear.

"..."

Byrne noticed this, realizing that the old man was not truly demented but pretending.

Oh Robert, you are indeed crafty.

Should he kill him?

He pondered deeply.

In the eyes of outsiders, Byrne Fischer was a strong and steadfast man, always upright and confident, seemingly unshakeable no matter the storms he faced.

However, few truly knew that beneath this seemingly indestructible exterior lay a heart tirelessly wrestling with painful regrets from the past.

Fortunately, as time went on, he found the strength in his heart growing, gradually no longer troubled by past shadows, coming to terms with his inner self.

Byrne had realized that everyone makes mistakes, and everyone goes through failures and setbacks, and these experiences were crucial in shaping him.

Accepting his imperfections, treasuring every opportunity for growth and learning.

That was the real essence of the Path of Knowledge.

A smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he shook his head nonchalantly, saying:

"Let him go."

Darren frowned, opened his mouth as if to speak but eventually said nothing.

"Alright, I understand, Father."

After a while, the old man sat calmly in the carriage. Once he confirmed that they had left Nasir City, he suddenly relaxed and his dirty urine flowed from his pants.

"That's great, fooled him, hahahaha... Byrne, I really was so scared of you. Over the years, we've heard too many rumors about the rise of the Fischer family, and it was truly terrifying!" Robert said excitedly.

Just then, he suddenly heard a voice.

"Although my father was a good man, unable to harbor hatred forever in his heart, it's a pity..."

To his shock, the old man discovered that Darren Fischer, wearing an Iron Mask, had appeared inside the carriage at some unknown point.

Like a demon come for revenge!

Trembling with fear, Robert said:

"I! I haven't done anything to you! Spare me, please! Do you really hate me that much? We've never even met, and that incident happened so many years ago!"

"I don't hate you."

The voice from beneath the Iron Mask stopped Robert cold, but what Darren said next terrified him to the core.

"But I am no good man."

"Just thinking about letting someone who has humiliated my family and father leave Nasir safely and enjoy the rest of his life, then remembering how the Black Tide searched for you for so many years, spending so much effort, only to end up like this?"

"I just feel...not quite content."

The old man finally realized that Byrne's son was a starkly different being from him and screamed in utter panic.

"No! No no no! Don't come over! Ahhhhhhh!"

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On the outskirts of the Southern East Coast Province, as the remaining glow of the sunset gradually faded, a massive army quietly assembled.

The chosen area, far from the hustle of towns, adopted an air of solemnity and reverence due to the troops' presence.

The army's formation stretched for miles, like a giant dragon snaking across the earth. A temporary command tent rose in the core area, creating a tension-filled and orderly atmosphere throughout the assembly area.

As night fell, the alchemical tools of the assembly area gradually lit up, mirroring the constellations in the sky.

Experience more on empire

Inside the largest command tent, Isabel, the "Reforged Church Archbishop" who once took away and tortured Felix, lifted her head to look at the silent "Silver Poet" and Cyart's new king, "Sword of Salvation" Noah next to her.

This time, "Sword of Salvation" Noah had not summoned the power of the great families but had come secretly as a member of the heretical cult, even the troops had been secretly diverted, not many in number.

Isabel swung her steel arm slowly and said, "Just ahead is the East Coast Province."

"Many have come this time to besiege the Fischer family, they too have incurred the wrath of many."

Noah nodded slightly, speaking indifferently, "Indeed, even more than we imagined."

"The Fischer family has already erected a barrier on the East Coast, and it has been fully activated recently. As soon as we cross the barrier, we will be discovered."

Isabel, with a scornful smile, calmly said, "So what if we are discovered, we head straight to Four Towns, and in an instant, we can destroy the Fischer family!"

The lineup attacking the Fischer family this time was truly massive, including six Monarch powerful experts from Stars Embrace Order and four from Words of Tranquility.

The voluntary allies, Wordless Elder, and Black Starlight, the leaders of the two forces, were not among the army; no one knew where they had gone.

Meanwhile, on the outskirts of the western border of East Coast Province.

Bast and Marquis Vlad had already arrived, both landing here.

"We've arrived."

Bast's voice came from under the cloak, just as Vlad saw two figures flying in the sky, one of whom possessed a power not inferior to his own.

He paused for a moment, quickly recognizing the other as Prince Conrad of Carnia!

"Is that someone from Carnia?"

Bast nodded slightly, saying darkly, "Indeed, these two are also our support for this battle, with the simultaneous attack of fourteen Monarch powerful experts, the Fischer family, no matter what incredible power they possess, simply won't survive."

Marquis Vlad also opened his mouth, a bit surprised, "Fourteen Monarch powerful experts, enough to destroy a country! You really do take the Fischer family seriously!"

He paused for a moment and then shouted excitedly, "The whole East Coast is protected by an activated barrier, our power can only exert half its strength, but that's enough, this time we must destroy Fischer."

Bast chuckled.

"Even if there are some horrifying variables, it won't change your fate, Byrne, what can you possibly do now to escape this dire situation?"

"You know it as well, in the face of absolute power, no matter how much you scheme, it will be of no use."

"The destruction of the Fischer family is imminent!"n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om