Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 103 Whale Grave Arena: The Horn of Death

"Only the strong can escape alive, while the losers' fate is only to sleep."

"Killing is a test, loyalty is the most expensive bet."

The Whale Grave Arena—this fighting arena surrounded by walls of bones and soaked in blood and the smell of death—was completely boiling at this moment.

Roaring, roaring, the sound of metal clashing with swords mixed with the screams of broken bones and flesh.
It surged like a tide, echoing between the towering bone pillars.

It was as if the entire battlefield was playing a symphony from the abyss of hell, and the rhythm was the drumbeat of every drop of blood falling on the sand.

boom--!
A deafening gunshot tore through the air, like a flame igniting dry wood, and a deadly fight broke out in an instant.

The pirate groups rushed towards each other with roars like beasts out of cages.

They fought like crazy for their only hope - nine sea flags!
Only those who capture the flag can take a step towards the exit; the rest can only be buried here.

Alison stood at the edge of the battlefield, holding her long knife tightly. Her eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and she quickly surveyed the situation in the chaos.

The entire arena was like a furnace out of control.

The pirates fought in all directions, as disorderly as a pack of bloodthirsty wild dogs.

Each team was fighting on their own, the chaos was chaotic and there was no order. Blood and fire danced wildly on the sand, and brute force and murderous intent overwhelmed everything.

There was only one figure standing proudly in the chaos.

That team - the elite squadron of the Terrian Empire Navy, advanced steadily like a battle formation made of steel.

They stood tall and formed in the blood mist, as if the battlefield had never wavered.

"Keep the formation! Suppress the front and clear the left wing!"

Alfred Lane's voice was as steady as stone. He stood at the front of the team with a stern expression and powerful gestures.

He was like a pointer on the battlefield, and every command was accurate to the second.

The twelve soldiers responded quickly, changing their formation with smooth movements, and cutting the chaotic killing field into an orderly hunting ground.

"Forward!" Evelynna Hall raised her spear and the muzzle locked onto the target in an instant.

boom! boom! boom!
Three gunshots rang out in succession, accurately piercing the foreheads of the three pirates who were rushing towards them. Brain matter and blood mist intertwined into flying flowers in the air.

"The enemy is trying to outflank us on the right!" Lester Kane growled.

His muscles were tensed as iron, and he punched hard. One punch shattered the enemy's facial bones, and the other punch threw the man several meters away.

This wasn't a battle—it was a tightly-knit ritual of war.

They carry no fear, do not care about life or death, and do not allow for hesitation.

All the killings were carried out precisely in the rhythm of their breathing.

The Imperial Navy still thought this was a "normal" promotion trial.

There was no questioning in their eyes, only indifference and concentration in carrying out orders.

They seemed unaware that the sand beneath their feet was the Whale Grave, a place abandoned by the empire and a prison in the dark.

Alison stood far away, a cold fire in her eyes.

She looked at the familiar yet distant team, her chest feeling as if it were filled with boiling mercury.

They still owed allegiance to the Empire.

Still working for the nobles sitting on the high platform.

"These guys..." She murmured through clenched teeth, her voice so low that only the echo of anger remained. "Don't they know that they have been betrayed?"

Her gaze was like a blade, slashing towards the platform.

There, the wine is still warm and the smiles are still there.

And below is already hell.

"Summon the Mysterious! Prepare for battle!"

Alfred let out a low roar, and the sound was like a hammer hitting a drum, instantly spreading to every corner of the marine team.

The three core members activated their respective mid-level life-type secret cards almost simultaneously.

The card lights lit up, deep blue and lightning intertwined, water mist rose, electric current exploded, the battlefield seemed to be torn open, and three deep-sea monsters slowly descended from the mysterious summoning fog.

boom--!
The Wind-Snatching Fanged Shark was the first to appear.

They are like messengers of death breaking through the waves of the stormy deep sea, their bodies covered with streamlined blue scales, with sharp fangs and bloodthirsty eyes.

"Tear the enemy apart, Wind-Swept Fanged Sharks!" Alfred commanded gravely. Two sharks darted across the battlefield like thunder and lightning, stirring up a gust of salty, fishy mist as they moved. Each strike precisely tore at the target's throat, and the bloody mist blossomed into wisps of crimson blossoms in the air.

Their hunting was silent, yet breathtakingly fast—like a execution by fate itself.

Immediately afterwards, a huge shadow of light appeared behind Evelyn Hall.

"A flash of lightning, a storm ray!"

It was a deep-sea ray with a flat body and lightning all over its body. It was suspended in the air, and its tail fin made continuous crackling sounds.

The air seemed to be instantly filled with the smell of metal and ozone.

Crack!

A lightning whip suddenly shot out, instantly piercing through the three charging pirates.
The electric current frantically climbed up their bones, causing them to twist, twitch, and fall to the ground with a loud bang.

"Everyone, advance!" Eveina gave an order, and the electric ray's body exploded with lightning, releasing a circle of paralyzing pulses, instantly penetrating the enemy formation within dozens of meters.

The navy soldiers took advantage of the situation and rushed forward, their movements were coordinated and their blades fell silently.
Kill all the fallen enemies in the chaos with cold and clean movements that are chilling.

The third mysterious magic circle opened amidst the trembling sand.

"Break it, deep-sea giant crab!"

The ground cracked, and a giant crab like a fortress slowly crawled out. Its shell was covered with mottled battle scars, and its huge claws were like two moving rocks.

"Get out of the way!" Lester roared and punched the crab's shell, as if lighting a horn to light it.

The crab roared, swung its claws violently, and smashed hard at a group of pirates who had not yet reacted.

Click!

The weapons of the three pirates were smashed into pieces in an instant, along with their bones, and blood, flesh and armor were scattered all over the ground.

"Hahaha, smash all these bastards into pieces!" Lester laughed wildly like thunder.

The crab behind him kept swinging its claws, crushing the enemy in front of him until there was no trace of him left.

Under the blessing of the three mysterious monsters, the navy team is like a ruthless killing machine.

In just a few minutes, sweep the battlefield with precision and suppression.

In less than ten minutes, at least seven pirate teams were completely defeated, screams were heard one after another in the arena, and blood flowed like a river.

On the other side of the battlefield, the Scarlet Rose Pirates were equally powerful.

Rosalind and Belinda fought side by side, the former holding a long sword,
The figure was like the god of death gliding in the wind. With a flash of his footsteps, blood dripped from the tip of his sword, and the enemy fell down.

Her sword twirled between her fingertips like a musician waving a baton, and what she was conducting was death.

"Keep moving forward! Don't waste time!" Rosalind's voice was as cold as iron, without a trace of mercy.

Belinda was perched high on a ruined wall, providing accurate and deadly fire support.

Each of her shots could hit the enemy's core members, disrupting their formation and creating chaos. She was as calm as a statue, but her eyes were sharper than bullets.

"Damn, they're so fast!" Baroque grinned and looked over there, his eyes full of excitement and desire.

"Alison?" He glanced back, waiting for orders.

Alison nodded coldly: "Do it."

"Haha, it's finally here!"

Baroque roared, swung his arms violently, and two flying axes flew out through the wind, directly tearing through the chest of an enemy!

Ian passed by like a ghost, his two swords were like moons, shining with cold light, and every swing took a life cleanly and neatly.

He and Baroque advanced side by side, cooperating skillfully as if they were one.

Allison stood in the back, her eyes as calm as ice, firing continuously with the musket in her hand, accurately locking the breakthrough point for them.

"Over there, there's a loophole." She raised the gun, her tone calm.

Ian and Baroque immediately rushed into the enemy camp like two gusts of wind. The gap expanded rapidly like a torn bandage, and soon, the two sea flags were in their hands.

The blood has not yet dried and the battle has not yet subsided.

The first round has just begun.

The Terrian Navy squadron and the pirates of the Lost - the hunters and prey of fate, are about to clash head-on on this battlefield of bones.

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