From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty

"The Mad Lich," within the 6th Rank of the God Pantheon stairway, was undoubtedly a very powerful Power of Consecution.

At least in the hearts of Darren and others, an equal-ranked "Apostle of the Night" was no match for "The Mad Lich."

And the "Soul Box" was the most unique Extraordinary power Darren had acquired after ascending to the 6th Rank, relying on this tremendous power he could recklessly endure attacks from various enemies.

He had already separated a part of his soul and hidden it in a chest, stored in a place unknown to anyone.

As long as the part of the soul in the "Soul Box" was not destroyed, Darren would never die even if his physical body was demolished. He would simply become increasingly weaker.
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At this moment, the power of Bloodline and Power of Consecution were regenerating his body rapidly, as he jestingly controlled the dark Cloud of Death to advance, having the immense power of the "Soul Box," there was no need to retreat even in the face of thousands of cuts.

Soon the dark Cloud of Death spread out, constantly expanding around!

The King of Vallere and Agata, seeing the Cloud of Death approaching more and more, could only quickly dodge, their positions isolated by the increasingly dense Cloud of Death.

"You might as well stop running! Die right here!"

The next moment, Darren Fischer burst into laughter, suddenly using his claws to fling large amounts of his flesh from the scattered black clouds. The King of Vallere and Agata noticed this and found it strange but still instinctively avoided the scattered flesh.

"Hahahahahahahahaha!"

Darren kept tearing at his own regenerating flesh and burst out laughing, shouting in an unrestrained tone, "You are destined not to defeat me! I am not an opponent you can defeat now!"

"What in the world is this guy freaking out about?"

The King of Vallere, watching Darren Fischer get more and more excited while insanely scattering his own flesh, was utterly baffled by this madman.

As for Agata, she remained silent, her thoughts bustling. She carefully observed the flesh; although they hadn't caused any strange mutations yet, it was still safer not to get close.

She murmured to herself, "He keeps letting his blood and flesh occupy this special space, but what's the purpose? Is it some kind of ritual prerequisite?"

"Don't get close to that flesh. I have a very bad feeling!"

"Anyway, just completely reducing his life force to nothing should work. I don't believe he is truly immortal. That's a privilege only the Divine have."

The next moment, Agata without hesitation took out a Forbidden rare artifact.

It was one of Vallere's two national treasures. In fact, the other national treasure-level Forbidden rare artifact had been taken by the Lorne citizen, and they could only manage to salvage this one.

It was a bracelet, transparent like a crystal, numbered sixty-seven, named "Huilo Crystal," possessing a truly magical power.

The wearer needed to pay with two limbs belonging to a loved one; those two limbs could not be restored by any means but had to disappear completely from the world.

And then the "Huilo Crystal" would burst forth with a strong, dazzling white light.

It would put all the enemies illuminated by it into a deep slumber that they could not awaken from without special means.

"Everyone in the Vallere Restoration Army would not hesitate. Each one of them would be willing to sacrifice their arms for the country!"

Agata's voice was very firm, her brilliance and will even above that of the King of Vallere.

In fact, to many people, this woman was the spiritual leader of the Vallere citizens! She had long decided to dedicate her entire life to the people of Vallere!

When Agata put on the bracelet, it emitted light, which meant that one of her loved ones had forever lost their arms or legs.

"..."

She actually felt very uncomfortable, greatly anguished. Compared to the sacrifice of others, Agata would have preferred to bear it herself, to endure, yet the fact was she could not make all the sacrifices alone.

The tragedy of this world was that one could only watch as the things they cherished had to leave this absurd, miserable world before them.

The next moment, Darren collapsed into a deep sleep.

Then his body fell into the Cloud of Death and disintegrated instantly.

"Is he dead?"

The King of Vallere frowned. He could no longer sense the presence of Darren Fischer.

And just then, a pool of seemingly ordinary blood near Agata began to move on its own, as if struggling to escape some invisible restraint.

With a low and distorted groan, the blood seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, quickly gathering and solidifying, turning from bright red to dark purple, accompanied by waves of heart-pounding fluctuations. At the peak of its power, a figure suddenly broke free from the pool of blood.

Darren, wearing a black robe, was tall and burly, with a twisted and fierce expression, his eyes sparkling with madness and dominance. His skin was unnaturally pale, covered with complex blood vessel patterns.

At the corner of his mouth hung a cruel smile, a posture full of disdain and scoff for all things in the world.