Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 117: Whale Grave · Before the Fifth Whale Call · Black Market Meeting

"The key is in our hands, but victory is far from coming."

"When the road twists beneath our feet, when the rules become shackles, who can break the maze of fate?"

The streets in front of the black market had long since become a slaughterhouse.

Hundreds of pirates engaged in a desperate melee on the only access route to the port.

Those who failed to obtain the key in the trial had already lost their minds. They were like trapped animals.
He waved his weapon wildly, trying to tear a glimmer of life from the winner.

Blood splattered all over the dilapidated stone road, and broken limbs and arms piled up into a bank.
The falling gold coins rolled under his feet, stained with the residual warmth of the corpse.

Screams, roars, and the metallic sounds of weapons clashing intertwined into a crazy and bloody song, hoarse and deafening.

In this purgatory on earth, there are two figures strolling in a garden.

Siming adjusted his cuffs leisurely, while slightly leaning his body.
He dodged a whistling scimitar with such ease that it seemed as if he was just dodging a drop of water.

On the other side, Mrs. May was stepping on a corpse that was not yet cold, as if she was walking on the red carpet in the center of the banquet hall. Her steps were light, her skirt swayed slightly, and her expression was leisurely.

"You are so bold." Mrs. Mei smiled.
His tone was lazy with a hint of teasing, "You managed to escape from that Shura field unscathed, without even a hair messed up."

"I told you." Siming dodged and pushed a charging pirate into the battle circle next to him, a smile in the corner of his eyes, "I am a lucky man who is invincible."

The pirate was instantly torn into a bloody mess by another group of people, and Sima Ming's eyes had already turned towards the arena.

boom--!
The heavy stone door was violently kicked open at this moment, with broken stones flying everywhere and shaking the ground!

Several figures rushed out of the battlefield like ferocious beasts out of a cage, stepping on the rage and residual smoke, their fighting spirit still burning.

Alison, Baroque, Ian, and Rosalind and Evette of The Scarlet Rose!
Baroque rushed to the front, and with a slight shake of his shoulder, he kicked the door into pieces, and the remaining power was still there.

He was covered in blood but looked in high spirits. Behind him was a charred and dilapidated death arena.

The twelve elite Terrian navy soldiers had already retreated to the port as planned.

And they - the warriors of the Lost and the Scarlet Rose - are advancing at full speed towards the black market!

Alison's two guns were still emitting smoke, and the muzzles were still warm. Her hair was stuck to her cheeks by sweat, but there was no hesitation in her eyes.

She glanced back at the wreckage of the death arena and let out a breath. "I've got the key, and I'm ready to make it. I've finally caught the last boat."

Baroque raised his head and laughed, then wiped the blood off his face with his hand.
He laughed like a giant bear that had just crawled out of a battlefield: "Hahaha! I really thought I was going to die in that damn place!"

Ian turned the dagger in his hand upside down, the light of the wind lingering on his fingertips, and he smiled easily.
But his voice was as alert as a blade: "Don't relax. You all know - in this game, 'going home' is the hardest part."

Rosalind glanced at Alison, a sly look on her lips: "I helped you get the key. How are you supposed to thank our sisters of the Scarlet Rose?"

Allison rolled her eyes, wiped the dust off the muzzle of her gun, and replied coldly, "Thank you for nothing."

They quickly crossed the chaotic streets, their footsteps as fast as the wind, and rushed along the outskirts of the black market.

There were still pirates fighting around, but under the pressure of the murderous aura and tacit understanding of these people, no one dared to step forward to intercept them.

with a clear purpose.

The meeting place - deep in the black market, what awaits them is the opportunity to return and the next bigger storm.

In front of the black market, a "meat mountain" made of piled-up corpses stands tall, like a monument to the Shura battlefield.

The place was stained with blood and had the remains of weapons stabbed into it. From time to time, there were groans and weak struggles, like the cries of a drowning man in the arms of death.

On the top of this "hill of building blocks", Celia sat sideways, one hand on her cheek, yawning, looking a little bored.

Her high heels gently teased the unfortunate person under her feet who didn't know whether to live or die, as if she was playing with a dying toy.

"You're finally here." She said lazily, a hint of a half-smile on the corner of her mouth. "If you hadn't come earlier, I would have almost fallen asleep waiting."

Baroque laughed, showing off his bloodied white teeth. "These unfortunate guys... you didn't take care of them all by yourself, did you?"

Celian blinked at him, her tone as if she was saying something very ordinary: "What else?" Before she finished her words, footsteps could be heard in the shadows on both sides of the black market.

Calvino appeared first, his silver hair was cold, his hands were stained with blood, but he remained calm.

He nodded slightly, his eyes quickly sweeping over everyone present, his expression as serious as a steel blade: "The traps in the black market have been eliminated, and the retreat route has been cleared."

Following closely, Lilia jumped out lightly, shaking her dusty hair.
With his arms folded across his chest, he stood under a bloodstained archway, his tone filled with a familiar frivolity: "Looks like we can finally head straight for the port."

The crowd gathered at the street corner, stood in a line, and their eyes met.

The air was filled with gunpowder smoke and rust, but their expressions were all filled with the confidence of a victor and the lingering fighting spirit.

Four whale calls have passed, and there are still two chances to catch your breath.

They thought that this journey home was a sure win.

But fate never plays by the rules.

At the moment when everyone relaxed their vigilance a little, a thunderous whisper rang through their minds!
--"careful!!"

That was Rex, roaring in the whisper field with an extreme warning urgency!

Before he finished speaking, the ground began to wriggle!
The main street from the black market to the port suddenly seemed to come alive - the stone slabs turned over, the buildings twisted,

The walls seemed to be kneaded and stretched by invisible hands, the streets collapsed, rose, and rotated, and the space itself was distorted!

Everyone stopped suddenly and watched helplessly as the originally smooth passage turned into a tangled maze door!

Then, a sweet yet spine-chilling voice slowly came from the depths of the maze:

"Congratulations, you got the key."

"But—the game has just begun."

The sound seemed to seep out from the air, entwining everyone's eardrums, sweet yet sarcastic, like a poisonous needle hidden in a drop of honey.

At the top of the ever-changing maze, a figure in a black robe quietly appeared.

She stood tall, her black hair draped over her shoulders and a meaningful smile on her lips.

His gaze pierced through the spaces and fell upon the crowd, like a shepherd looking down upon a trapped beast.

"I am Olga, a priest of the Order of the Sleepers."

Her voice was calm but unmistakable, like an elegant aria, gentle yet carrying a divine sense of command.

She raised her hand gently——

The air suddenly froze!

The space was shaking like the surface of water, and the power of rules spread from her palm, engulfing the streets and vision like a frenzy!
"—Mysterious World System Whispering Illusion, unfolds."

boom! ! !
Reality is like a mirror shattered!
The black market streets completely collapsed and reconstructed into an endless maze of illusions!

Every brick and every pillar seems to have its own consciousness, rotating, turning, splicing, and flowing...

They are no longer dead objects, but a living, swallowing maze web!

Human sense of direction, sense of space, and rationality are all being torn apart bit by bit!
Everyone looked up and saw that the road that originally led to the port had completely disappeared.

Instead, there is a sea of ​​mazes that swirls, winds, grows and reconstructs constantly.

This is not a simple blockade——

But it is a judgment from the "rules".

(End of this chapter)