Chapter 498 The Eighth Level "Undertaker"

Loen Empire.

In the parliament hall of the empire, the towering seats are arranged neatly, and each row is filled with imperial members in formal attire, each of whom is solemn and serious.

Above the hall, the emblems and flags representing the power of the empire are hung, shining under the light.

In the center of the hall is a huge circular podium.

Even with a semi-mechanized body, Prime Minister William, who still looks a little weak, sits in a wheelchair, closes his eyes and rests, and suddenly gets up from the wheelchair and slowly walks to the podium.

"I have reported to His Majesty the Emperor about the Fisher family. The information is basically correct. The Fisher family is indeed an evil existence."

"They serve a terrifying god from the outside world, and they may cause great turmoil and destruction at any time. I propose to send a hundred monarchs to march to the east with all their strength to destroy the Fisher family."

As the prime minister finished his speech, the parliamentarians began to raise their own questions and opinions.

"Really? Those news are actually true? The Fisher family and Prime Minister William are relatives, right? Don't you think you need to be responsible for this?"

"Prime Minister! What does His Majesty think? Prime Minister, you alone have no say in such a big matter!"

"The war with Qiyao in another continent caused heavy casualties among the monarch-level extraordinary people in the country. Now it is far from recovery. If half of the monarch-level extraordinary people are really sent to the east, Qiyao may take the opportunity to attack us!"

They believe that this will be an important step in promoting national development. The debate is extremely fierce, sometimes loudly refuting, sometimes talking in a low voice, and Prime Minister William just stared at everyone with cold eyes.

At this moment, the Iron-blooded Marshal Horatio Wesley stood up.

As the strongest person in the Loen Empire, he just stood up slowly, and the powerful momentum made everyone speechless and difficult to speak.

"Declaring war on the Fisher family and the three countries of Siat is something that I, Prime Minister William, and His Majesty the Emperor all agree on. I don't think there is any need for too many objections!"

The parliamentarians were all in an uproar. For various reasons, Marshal Horatio and Prime Minister William's "Sword Bearers" and the "Sunbird" family were often in opposition, and they didn't expect that they would reach a consensus.

"In that case..."

Prime Minister William's eyes were neither sad nor happy. He didn't think that his children would be in the Fisher family at all, because there were still many heirs in the family.

"The Fisher family is doomed to perish!"

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In the magnificent palace hall of the Seven Lights Empire, the golden and magnificent light poured down from the crystal chandeliers on the towering ceiling. In the center of the hall, the "God of War" looked calmly to the southeast.

"Is it Fisher again?"

On one side of the hall, a bishop of the Recast Church, wearing a gorgeous red and white robe and holding a scepter, walked in slowly, with a gentle and solemn smile on his face.

He is the highly respected Cardinal "Brass Gear" in the Recast Church. He came here to have an in-depth discussion with the Seven Lights Emperor about the Fisher family.

"Your Majesty must have heard about Fisher's affairs, right?"

"Yes."

The "God of War" Emperor showed an interested expression on his face, and then said: "The son of the Sun God in the south has taken action, right? Fisher's secret is true, right?"

"All right, you are right."

"Brass Gear" has a noble status in the Recast Church, but in front of the strongest person in the Krad World, he is still cautious and respectful.

"Well, that's it..." The Seven Lights Emperor fell into deep thought.

The eyes of the Cardinal "Brass Gear" inadvertently revealed a trace of imperceptible shock, staring at the emperor sitting on the throne, with unprecedented shock in his heart.

The momentum of the "God of War" seemed particularly huge at this moment, like a towering mountain, standing tall, and like a vast ocean, deep and boundless.

He could feel that the aura of the Seven Lights Emperor was constantly rising, as if he was about to break through some invisible boundary and reach a more terrifying level.

Once he really broke through to this level, he would reach the level of the upper position of Apocalypse! At that time, in the world of Krad, this "strongest" would gradually move towards the point of "invincibility".

"Brass Gear" knew very well that the so-called strongest was insignificant to that person.

What he wanted was not to be slightly stronger than the second place, but to be able to defeat everyone by himself. I am afraid that even just reaching the upper position of Apocalypse could not satisfy that ambition.

However, in addition to being shocked, Cardinal "Brass Gear" also felt a little worried. Does such a huge aura mean that he has reached a certain limit?

Will there be some unknown force trying to stop him from moving forward?

It is said that the three quasi-gods who existed in the world ten thousand years ago were all the strongest in that era, but they were all sealed...

Some people say that it was the gods who did it because they did not allow new gods to appear.

"What are you thinking about?"

The voice of the Seven Lights Emperor suddenly woke up "Brass Gear".

The next sentence surprised him again.

"Do you think we should destroy Fischer?"

"Brass Gear" was stunned for a moment, and immediately nodded without hesitation and said: "Of course!"

The Seven Lights Emperor showed a meaningful look.

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In the ancient and magnificent Redemption Church Cathedral, the towering spires point straight to the sky, and the afterglow of the setting sun shines through the stained glass windows, casting colorful light and shadows on the ground.

In the central hall, several bishops in gorgeous robes sit around a long and wide wooden table, with serious and solemn faces.

In the center of the table is a thick Redemption Church Code, and next to it are detailed reports on the Fisher family and several related letters. These documents record in detail the recent behavior of the Fisher family and the controversy caused.

One of the older bishops, holding a staff, broke the silence first:

"The behavior of the Fisher family has attracted our wide attention. They not only seriously infringe on the interests of the church, but also bring huge hidden dangers to the whole world!"

Another bishop added: "Indeed, the Fisher family has risen in wealth and status in recent years, but they have actually lost their way from the beginning!"

Then, a young bishop expressed his concerns: "We must take action as soon as possible..."

The Pope of the Redemption Church is not here, and the bishops present nodded in agreement and began to discuss specific countermeasures.

Finally, after a heated discussion, the bishops reached a consensus.

"Fischer's name must disappear from the world."

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Nasir City.

At dusk, a man with silver hair slowly walked into the family's ancient cemetery, his silver hair coated with a faint golden glow.

Surrounding it are the resting places of the Fischer family's family members of all generations, including the direct bloodline and those who are not direct bloodline members. Each tombstone is the end of a story.

"..."

He slowly walked to a tombstone with a familiar name engraved on it. That was the resting place of his beloved wife. The words on the tombstone whispered softly in the breeze.

Chris stopped and gently stroked the cold stone tablet with his hands, as if he could feel the breath of his wife Vanessa.

She...

Should have seen the Lord of the Lost...

The world after the death of the pious will be different, right...

He stared at his wife's tombstone and fell into deep silence, his thoughts like a wild horse running away.

In this moment of silence, Chris quickly reviewed his life - from the young boy to now, every achievement, every failure, every joy and sorrow flashed through his mind.

No matter how glorious it was, no matter how much you loved and were loved, you will eventually return to dust.

Only death is the end that everyone cannot escape.

This realization did not bring fear and despair, but made his heart unusually calm.

"Goodbye."

Finally, Chris sighed softly, with both relief and reluctance in his eyes, turned slowly, and left the cemetery, his steps more determined than when he came.

He knew that death was the end and not the end, and he would continue to write his own story in the rest of his life until he became a stone tablet on this land.

Chris's figure was stretched, and his eyes flashed with unprecedented light.

Suddenly, an indescribable energy wave filled the air, slowly spreading around, gently touching every inch of space like ripples.

Under the infiltration of this force, the hustle and bustle of Nasir City gradually disappeared into thin air. The vehicles stopped roaring, the pedestrians froze in place, even the breeze seemed to have forgotten to blow, the leaves were still, and the whole world seemed to be paused.

Time lost its meaning of flow at this moment, everything became extremely quiet, and only Chris was left as the only living thing in this static world.

The Fisher family had not yet performed any sacrifices, but the extraordinary materials needed to advance to the eighth step disappeared.

"Finally satisfied...'Farewell to the most important and beloved thing in my heart'."

At this moment, Carl also re-lit a new star in the spirit world.

In the re-lighting was an old man in black and white with an expressionless face, standing around the tombstone as if there was no vitality at all.

The eighth step of the quiet road.

"Mourner".