Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 108 Broken Loyalty, Burning Rage
"They fought for the Empire, and the Empire sold them as merchandise."

The deep resonance of the third whale cry echoed over the arena, like a heavy whisper coming from the distant deep sea, shaking the whalebone structure and the souls of all the combatants.

Blood and sand intertwined, wreckage littered the ground. The pirates roared and fought fiercely in the chaos, blood and sand swirling beneath their feet, dyeing the arena red, a death arena that had long since transcended the meaning of life and death.

The elite squad of the Terian Navy silently crossed the blood and corpses, their steps steady and powerful, and every tactical move was as standard as a textbook.

They were like a repeatedly sharpened blade on the battlefield, precise and ruthless, quickly tearing apart the flesh and will of anything that dared to block their way.

Their target was clear - the soldiers of the Lost, especially Allison who was standing in the front.

"Deep Sea Fisherman!"

Baroque roared, slapping a secret card. The next second, the air suddenly grew heavy and humid, as if the entire arena had sunk to the damp seabed, and the scent of sea salt filled his nostrils.

A skeleton warrior, covered in a torn fishing net and tangled with seaweed and bones, slowly emerged from the center of the battlefield.

A dark blue fire burned in its hollow eye sockets, and black water dripping from its spear fell to the ground, corroding the sand. Each strike was like a hunting blade piercing out from the underworld.

"Hahahaha! Come on—let me see how long your 'Empire Elite' can withstand!"

Baroque rushed into the crowd with a wild laugh, his axe flipping like a windmill, blood and flesh flying everywhere, his figure was like a storm, leaving only debris wherever he went.

On the other side, Ian popped out a card, and a swirling trendy atmosphere appeared at his fingertips.

"Nightmare tentacles."

With a loud bang, the ground cracked and several black tentacles suddenly stretched out from the sand, twisting and wriggling.

They are like mysterious beings emerging from the depths of the void, quietly entwining themselves with approaching enemies.

There was only a slight sound, and the light in the eyes of the entangled enemies went out, and their faces became empty in an instant.

The moment the tentacles loosened, they collapsed to the ground and fell into a "deep sleep" as if their souls had been sucked dry.

"Tsk, that's disgusting."

Evett frowned, but a dangerous glint of excitement flashed in the corners of her eyes.

"Alison, our path is now open."

Ian looked up at the blonde woman standing at the front of the battle line, holding a flame in her hand.

Alison slowly raised her two guns, the muzzles flickering with flame-like light, and she whispered:
"Chained Dogs - Hunt those who disobey the command."

The next second, black chains appeared out of thin air and fell from the air into the depths of the sand.

Three hellhounds with blue eyes slowly stepped out from their chains, their hair shiny and their fangs sharp.
They stomped heavily on the blood-red sand, let out low roars, and their eyes were like blades, locking onto the enemies who began to fear and tried to retreat.

"Anyone who dares to retreat or disobey orders will die."

Alison's voice cracked like ice, and the muzzle of her gun was pointed directly in the direction of Team Trian.

But the other party did not retreat.

Under Alfred's command, Team Trian adjusted its formation like a battleship and fought fearlessly.

"Wind-Snatching Shark—Hunting."

Alfred shouted softly, and a circle of black and blue sea patterns appeared under his feet, and a silver mermaid shadow rushed out from the summoning circle.

Its fins are like sharp blades and its body is as fast as the wind. It cuts back and forth on the battlefield like a nimble killing sword.

Aviana raised her gun steadily, "Storm Ray—activate."

As the electric current surged, a translucent ray wrapped in lightning leaped out from the muzzle of her gun, cruising in the air, releasing a lightning web-like wave.

Several pirates who launched sneak attacks were engulfed by lightning and fell to the ground twitching.

"Deep-sea giant crabs—crush them."

Lester roared, the ground exploded, and a giant crab broke out from the ground like a rock, waving its thick claws and sweeping across, knocking away three Lost soldiers. The sound of bones breaking could be clearly heard.

The battlefield fell into complete chaos.

Blood formed streams, footsteps splashed blood foam in the mud, and the battle between summoned creatures and pirates was like a doomsday scene.

Allison's twin guns spit out flames, and every bullet hits the enemy's vital points, as if her bullets are guided by destiny.

At the same time, she quickly issued orders to consolidate the Scarlet Rose's front, forcibly stabilizing the battlefield that had been torn apart by the impact.

"Red Rose—obey orders."

Rosalind raised her eyebrows and smiled, then drew her sword and leaned it on her shoulder.

"You take the lead, and I'll be happy and relaxed."

At this moment, the entire battle situation began to shift. Under Alison's control, the Lost and the Scarlet Rose were no longer two separate teams, but the core of a single, strategically integrated storm.

They began to dominate this deadly battle.

However, the real killer move is brewing.

Ian and Evette had already climbed up the highest railing of the arena. The wind whispered in Ian's ear, and Ms. Snake Kiss's secret card - "Spreading Temptation" - was quietly activated.

The next moment, a sweet yet bewitching female voice, like a poppy blooming in the morning mist, sounded softly over the arena.

At first it was a whisper, like a lover's whisper beside the pillow, intoxicating;
But soon, the tone turned into sharp and biting sarcasm, like a girl's smiling venomous tongue, lingering in everyone's mind.

"Listen, listen... our most loyal marines—listen to the bargain of your 'masters.'"

The sound seemed to pour directly into everyone's consciousness, impossible to ignore or block out.

Then, the voice changed.

It became the voice they were most familiar with.

It was Lennox's voice.

It was the voice of Lieutenant General Terian, whom they had sworn to follow to the death.

"This trial seems to be more...strict than before."

"The people above hope that the truly powerful ones can pass through, while the insignificant fry should be kept here."

"As long as these guys stay in the Whale Tomb, we can get 22 sleeping slaves. I have already selected the candidates that the imperial upper echelons want."

"Even if they survive... well, where else can they go? The Whale Grave is their grave."

Each word struck the ears of all the Terian navy like a hammer.

Alfred's expression froze completely at that moment, as if his soul had been torn from his chest.

His pupils shrank slightly, and his whole body stood still like a stone statue.

Evelynna and Lester also stopped their actions almost at the same time, their expressions changing from astonishment to hesitation, and then to incredible shock.

Every breath they took trembled, as if the whole world collapsed the moment the recording echoed.

Are they... just trading items?

Their loyalty, their military achievements, the years they fought bloody battles for the empire, in the eyes of those in high positions, are nothing more than chips that can be converted into the number of "sleeping slaves"?

They once thought themselves to be the empire's most elite warriors, the sharp edge of the sea and the symbol of order.

But the truth is, they are just a group of commodities sold to the Whale Grave, and are flesh and blood for sacrifice.

Alison stood in the center of the battlefield, looking at Alfred coldly. There was no joy of victory in her eyes, only sadness and anger.

"This is the empire you serve."

Her voice was as deep as the abyss, and every word was as sharp as a blade.

Alfred's breathing became more and more rapid, his saber trembled slightly in his hand, and the handle seemed to become hot and prickly.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze traversing the chaotic battlefield, towards the VIP stands—

There, Lennox was holding a wine glass, looking relaxed, with that familiar, disgusting smile still on his lips, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

At that moment, Alfred's last bit of faith collapsed.

“Lenox——!!”

He roared, suddenly blocked Alison's blade and jumped away, then drew the musket from his waist and fired three shots at the VIP stands without hesitation!

boom! boom! boom!
Three bullets tore through the air and accurately shattered the red wine glass in Lennox's hand. The broken crystal and spilled wine splashed all over his gorgeous military uniform.

Red as blood, spilled on the chest.

Alfred's roar pierced the entire arena, a roar that seemed to erupt from the ripping of flesh and blood.
"Give! Us! An! Explanation!!"

The sound, a mixture of pain, anger, and the hollow echo of collapsing faith, shook the entire arena.

Then, the battlefield fell silent.

All the noise, all the fighting, all the footsteps seemed to be cut off at that moment.

Only the echo remained, circling endlessly above the blood-red sand.

(End of this chapter)