From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty

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Something that doesn't exist at all?

A powerful Forbidden rare artifact?

Is the situation with the "Black Ash" so unique?

After hearing this, Byrne immediately fell into deep thought. Anyway, it seemed that if he really could take down "Black Ash," the rewards would be tremendous, and the great Lord of the Lost would be very pleased.

Then, he continued to act very respectfully, slightly bowing his head as he said:

"Marquis Vlad, the black dragon is actually the sworn enemy of the Fischer family, and as the son of Lucius Fischer, I will never give up on taking revenge on it. Therefore, I must ask you about everything concerning 'Black Ash,' please tell me, what exactly is the existence of 'Black Ash'?"

A sudden furious shout came!

"Did I allow you to ask?"

Without any warning, Marquis Vlad's loud roar made Byrne suddenly unable to speak.

He fell silent.

Ever since, except for when Ariel got angry over the dispute for the heir, the Monarch powerful experts of the Romann family had been relatively nice to him.

Byrne had even started to forget about the gap in status between himself and the top-tier nobility.

Even ordinary Monarch powerful experts clearly had no face in front of Marquis Vlad, who had already reached mid-level Monarch status.

What more for someone like himself, who appeared to have no chance of advancing further, an ordinary Transmutation Extraordinary Exponent?

Marquis Vlad Castleton probably views me as I would view some unknown member of a baronial family, with no regard whatsoever.

"In any case, we don't need to talk so much, just come with me," said Marquis Vlad impatiently and coldly. Then suddenly, he stretched out a hand covered in fiery red scales.

"It's perfect to try and see if you can lure out that thing. Your arrival as a fisherman is my luck," he said.

"Marquis, are you intending to..."

Byrne's face turned pale with shock. He had just started to speak when he felt the world spinning, his entire body gripped forcefully by Marquis Vlad, carried along in his grasp. The next moment, the two of them turned into a fiery meteor streaking away from the casino, rushing out directly.

"Boom!"

The casino was almost half destroyed by the aftermath of the flames in an instant, but Marquis Vlad didn't care at all about the damage to the casino. A pair of fiery red wings sprung from his back, and in this manner, he flew out of the city with Byrne.

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Byrne couldn't utter a single word as they swiftly left the confines of Willowdale City and arrived at an uninhabited area on the outskirts.

"Get down," Marquis Vlad said indifferently, casually tossing Byrne. His body fell uncontrollably onto the ground, the pain was intense all over him, and his bones nearly broke.

A hint of anger began to rise deep within him.

On the surface, most of the Extraordinary nobility maintained a certain amount of etiquette when dealing with "equals" among their own ranks, but Marquis Vlad Castleton was unduly domineering!

Having landed smoothly, Marquis Vlad simply looked at him and said calmly:

"What, you're not convinced?"

Without hesitation, Byrne forced a smile.

"Of course, I am convinced!"

"Hmph, it's clear that you are a spineless wretch," Marquis Vlad scoffed.

Old man, what do you want me to say? Byrne couldn't help but curse inwardly, no wonder the "Volcano Dragon" Marquis Vlad was famously difficult to deal with, such a person really was unbearable.

It seems that the rumor of him killing his own son in public was also true.

I must be more cautious not to die inexplicably at the hands of this irascible old man, Byrne thought.

The next moment, a boiling, fiery red blood appeared in Marquis Vlad's hand, which automatically fell to the ground.

The burning blood instantly ignited the grass on the ground, and the flames snapped and crackled, moving autonomously around.

With that boiling blood, he began to draw a special Array on the ground.

While drawing the Array, Marquis Vlad continued coldly:

"That black dragon, called 'Black Ash,' has actually existed for thousands of years. It once used a very powerful Forbidden rare artifact to protect its tribe and obtain great power."

"But after paying too much of a price time and again, the soul of 'Black Ash' was completely enslaved by that Forbidden rare artifact," he said with a cold laugh.

So that was it.

Byrne suddenly understood that "Black Ash" was a mysterious existence closer to a conceptual nature, rather than a magic beast or other mysterious creatures, with no physical existence in the material world.

He felt somewhat fortunate to have encountered Marquis Vlad; otherwise, he might never unravel the secret of "Black Ash" in his lifetime.

Marquis Vlad continued, "Because our family has always been skilled at hunting the dragon tribe, the legends about 'Black Ash' were also passed down."

"It has always been hunting people's fear, and now it's my turn to hunt it."

"That 'Black Ash' has come nearby is a rare opportunity for the Castleton family. Come, you are to witness my hunt... or perhaps, you can become bait."

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Byrne remained silent, not deigning to speak; after all, speaking would only earn him scolding.

He faintly felt that Marquis Vlad Castleton's temperament was so irritable and his character so overbearing that it probably had something to do with the Fischer family and the Romann family.

After all, the Castleton family's relationship with the Romann family had never been good, whereas they formed the "Blood Mist Alliance" with the "Fog Wayfarer" family.

As long as he wouldn't die here, Byrne thought the situation wasn't too bad, and he quietly observed the unfolding events.

The array formed by the combination of flame and blood was now complete, burning fiercely, and special sounds began to emerge around it, as if they were the mumblings of people from ancient times.

After a while, Marquis Vlad abruptly stretched out his hand, and a lava sword made of flint was suddenly conjured, instantly slashing a ferocious wound across Byrne's chest.

Byrne was in immense pain and terrified, even thinking he might die on the spot!

What he didn't expect was that next, only a portion of his blood was drawn out, swirling around the tip of the lava sword.

Byrne asked, "Your Excellency Marquis Vlad, what exactly are you doing?"

Marquis Vlad sneered and said, "It's just a Ritual Spell, fisherman, don't be afraid!"

Byrne's chest still burned with pain, sweat streaming down his face nonstop, but the wound quickly sealed due to the high temperature.

The power of the magma.

Flame was undoubtedly the most common element within the power of Bloodline, but he was unclear about the difference between the Flaming Blood Proud Dragon's flame and the Meyer family's flame.

Marquis Vlad's eyes emitted a red glow as he lifted the lava sword in his hand, and the blood at the tip flew into the Ritual Spell on the ground; then he shouted loudly:

"Come forth, your nemesis lies here, 'Black Ash,' roll out of your hell now."

Byrne gazed at the array before him and suddenly had a strong premonition deep inside.

It was coming!

The fearsome black dragon that haunted his father's heart, like a nightmare!

It was also Chris's opportunity to ascend to the 5th Rank and a crucial moment for the Fischer family to rise and join the ranks of the prominent families of the Eastern Four Kingdoms!

It was even tied to some powerful Forbidden rare artifact.

Its existence was too important, no matter what.

No, it was not important at all...

Byrne was very clear.

The most important thing was for it to die by Chris's hand!

Wait, what if that thing was killed by Marquis Vlad? Byrne suddenly considered this possibility, his heart filled with panic, because Marquis Vlad, a mid-level Monarch powerful expert, had a not-low chance of success at killing "Black Ash"!

If Marquis Vlad really managed to kill "Black Ash," many of the Fischer family's plans would be ruined.

Suddenly, a chilling cold overtook him, as if a demon was about to make its appearance, and the surroundings instantly darkened, the day seemingly turning into pitch-black night.

In the incredibly dim environment, an intangible fear enveloped Byrne's heart.

As the chill invaded, the air seemed filled with an evil presence, instilling dread, while from a distance, came a series of eerie howls, making him frown and inhale deeply.

Just then, a profound crevice abruptly appeared on the ground, tearing the earth apart like a demon claw, emitting a terrifying crimson light.

The ground began to tremble, and copious black flames surged out from the deep fissure, as if the gates of hell were gradually opening!

Finally, an ancient voice emerged from the crevice, and a pair of eyes appeared amidst the mass of black flames.

"Who calls me forth?"

Byrne saw those serpent-like yellow pupils!

Within the pitch-black flames, there stood an old man in a black robe, his face cold, his eyes brimming with unabashed malice, gazing at Marquis Vlad and Byrne.

"I come from the depths of hell!"

"I am Black Ash the dragon!"

"You... "

The black-robed, snake-eyed old man gazed at Marquis Vlad and Byrne, with Marquis Vlad standing with his hands behind his back, silent.

And Byrne finally understood why he had never been able to find it; so it was, this creature was dwelling in hell all the while!

The old man in the black robe spoke with malice and disdain, coldly saying:

"You are the descendants of the servants of the Burning Dragon, hehehe, your ancestors betrayed it, devouring its flesh and blood to gain power, despicable and shameless..."

He looked into Byrne's eyes.

"As for you, you are the descendant of a cowardly gambler, just as pitiful and weak as your father, completely worthless."

A surge of rage exploded from deep within Byrne!

He looked at those serpent-like yellow eyes and spoke icily.

"Is that so?"

"I also know exactly what you are, a pathetic worm enslaved by a Forbidden rare artifact, an imposter playing dead, a lamentable creature about to meet its end right here!"