From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty

The air in the city was filled with an indescribable sense of unease, as most of the people in Fein City hid in their homes. Suddenly, they felt an extremely intense sense of oppression, as if some terrible entity had appeared near the city.

Monarch powerful experts all possessed considerable and forceful mobility, and because they could convert spiritual power and life entities into each other, they also had the ability to fly.

In the majority of wars, these two characteristics were even more crucial than sheer destructive power.

Simply put, they had control of the air space.

Without interference from experts of the same level and in the absence of strong high-level barriers protecting the target, Monarch powerful experts could roam and destroy at will.

They could destroy their targets and retreat swiftly, quickly and with minimal cost, achieving remarkable results.

Years ago, the Tempest Bishop, known as the Thunderous Monarch, single-handedly swept through a multitude of indigenous islands with insufficient barrier levels above the White Sea.

He dominated for quite some time, and during that period, the Sea God Cult, devoid of Monarch Level experts, had no means of retaliation. They could only endure in silence until the decisive battle, with no way to handle him.

The presence of Monarch Level experts was too crucial, their existence and strength directly determined the outcomes of regional wars.

The regular Rhea army was still in Nasir Town, while three Monarch powerful experts had already made their way to the outskirts of Fein City. They attempted to destroy the barrier at once but found it was strong enough that it couldn't be broken quickly.

Because Viscount Bast had recited the Spell, Fein City's high-level barrier was fully activated, covering an extensive range.

The three Rhea army Monarch powerful experts who wanted to attack inside the city had to reach the range of the barrier, and doing so would subject them to its influence.

Another tactic was to directly attack the barrier from outside its range. However, attempting to destroy a high-level barrier from the exterior was a long-term effort, taking days or even weeks.

In the sky, the man known as the Prince donned a mask, his air sharp and cutting. He crossed his arms behind his back, his entire bearing like an immensely powerful dagger capable of destroying everything. A significant number of black phantoms appeared around him, like the combination of black tendrils and clouds of death, constantly drifting and swaying.

He reached out and touched the invisible golden barrier, and then bursts of electric light flashed.

"Good, it's difficult to destroy. The structure of the barrier is very stable. Even a high-level Monarch expert wouldn't be able to destroy it easily."

The Prince first tried to break the barrier from the outside and found it solidly constructed.

Instead, he nodded, not thinking it a bad thing.

After all, their original intent was not to destroy the barriers but to occupy Fein City and then take advantage of the barrier to establish a stronghold in the East Coast Province, restraining the Cyart people in the rear.

"Let's go!"

The Prince commanded calmly.

The elderly Rhea general was tall and sturdy, his face determined, and there was also the mysterious woman who seldom spoke, dressed in purple finery and wearing a silver mask, ethereal and dreamlike.

Both followed the Prince and flew in as well.

They chose the second tactical approach: enter the barrier's interior and endure the reduction in strength to storm the city.

The group, shrouded in twinkling light, reached the range of the barrier over Fein City and felt a significant drain on their power.

The Prince, wearing a silver mask and floating above the sky, began to show strong signs of draconian transformation, black dragon scales covering his body, and he calmly said with squinted eyes: Discover hidden stories at m,v l'e|m-p| y r

"Indeed, it is a high-level barrier. I can feel a noticeable reduction in my own strength. I'm probably left with only about half, and in this state, I can only guarantee victory against at most two low-level Monarch Extraordinary Exponents."

"No matter, since we have come here, let's make it quick," he said, turning to the two who had followed him, his tone calm.

"The Cyart people do not have a resident Monarch Level force in the East Coast Province, and the major churches have clearly stated that they will not intervene in this national war."

"It doesn't matter that our strength is reduced. Next, let's charge in together and seize control of the barrier's Array. Those few Transmutation Extraordinary Exponents won't be able to stop us."

The old general nodded lightly, his expression grave as he spoke:

"As long as we can take Fein City quickly, and the twenty thousand troops arrive afterward, we can rely on the city's barrier to tie up a great deal of the Cyart people's effort."

"Let's begin, your Highness the Prince!"

Just then, a bold voice suddenly erupted from within the city.

"Invaders, stop where you are!"

In the next moment, they all looked towards the direction of the city and quickly noticed a gender-ambiguous figure of stunning beauty appearing in the air.

The genderless angel flew through the sky, its form graceful and mysterious, with wings as crystal-clear and white as frosty snow, gently fluttering with the breeze and radiating a dazzling light.

Clad in a pure white robe, it seemed as if framed by the brilliant constellations above, and with each beat of its wings, the air thrummed as if with musical notes.

Like a being from a dream, transcending the bounds of male and female, yet embodying the finest aspects of both, it exuded an extraordinary and otherworldly charm.

"Wrathful Angel"

That was a demi-god from ancient times, a mighty being with Heavenly Enlightenment strength. It had no gender nor procreation; instead, the powerful blood of the angel merely had to drip and flow onto those it cherished, and those people would naturally conceive and bear children.

As a result, the powerful bloodline of the "Wrathful Angel" was passed down.

"A powerful expert at the Monarch Level?"

The information displayed was different from what was predicted; the crown prince fell silent for a moment, then shook his head slightly.

"It doesn't matter. We're three against one. Even if our powers are greatly weakened, he won't last long."

"Mighty Angel" Bern burst into a wild laugh, his voice bold and hardly fitting his appearance.

"Hahahaha! To think there's a powerful expert of mid-level Monarch. I've never fought to the death against someone of this level before. Today is a good opportunity!"

"Mighty Angel" Bern laughed heartily, and even though it was three against one, he didn't seem frightened in the least.

"Who are you? I recognize that fellow as an old bastard from Rhea, but who are you two? Why are you wearing alchemical tools that conceal your identities? Why hide who you are?"

"Mighty Angel" Bern frowned, eager to know the identities of the two mysterious Monarch powerful experts. Which faction did they represent?

Without a doubt, this was an important matter!

"You don't need to know; you just need to die," the crown prince spoke slowly, not taking the angel with the bloodline seriously at all.

The people in the city watched with hearts pounding in fright. Byrne, Vanessa, Lilian, and others all broke out in a cold sweat, knowing if this Monarch-level battle was lost, everything would be over.

Moreover, unless it came to the very last moment, the Fischer family couldn't sacrifice the Lord of the Lost in full view of everyone, and so they had to conceal that power.

Even Lilian had a strong premonition that the mid-level Monarch was too powerful; even if all the devout sacrificed their lives, they wouldn't be able to kill that being!

"A quick battle, a quick decision!"

The aged Rhea general, his body wreathed in lightning, seemed like a walking thunderstorm, his eyes blazing with determination, fiery and sharp like lightning, his cape flapping loudly like a warning before a downpour.

The mysterious woman in purple nodded slightly, and in the next moment, unbelievably transformed into dreamlike colorful foam, floating lightly, unrestricted by time and space, twinkling with soft light, and disappearing from sight.

A great mass of black mist crazily burst forth from the prince's body, and in the next moment, he completely transformed his shape, revealing his most powerful form!

"Roar!"

Enveloped in black mist, the black dragon appeared like the embodiment of a shadow, its towering and robust body vaguely visible in the darkness, surrounded by thick, dense black fog that emitted a heart-stopping aura of fear.

Its dragon horns were as hard as forged iron, with blood-red light flashing in its eyes as if endless resentment and rage churned within its pupils. Its huge black scales, covered in cracks, seemed to trace the marks of death flitting across its body.

"Die!"

As it opened its massive maw, a dark and deep chant seemed to come from the abyss, as if it could make one's soul tremble.

In the next moment, it was as if a supreme command had reached the "Wrathful Angel's" mind.

Its near-perfect beautiful body couldn't help but want to comply with that command of despair, involuntarily disintegrating, breaking down, gradually moving towards death.

"Dragon of Despair, you are a Carnian!"