Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 120: Whale Grave · The Fifth Whale Call · Artillery Fire and Breakout

"Cannon fire ignites the fog, and the shattered ship's soul is about to set sail."

"The line between life and death is one that only pirates dare to cross."

The battlefield was still as chaotic as hell.

The roars of the sleeping slaves echoed throughout the port, like the wails from hell.

The air was filled with the strong smell of blood and the burning stench of mysterious energy, like a corrupt soul burning in damp rust.

The crew of the Lost struggled to advance under the combined attack of gunfire and secrecy, moving forward step by step in blood.

But the number of enemies seemed endless. Even though each of their attacks was as fierce as a storm, they eventually became exhausted and their advance speed began to slow down.

at this time--

They saw a huge shadow on the sea.

That was not a ship, it was a sleeping giant beast that crawled out of a nightmare.

It slowly emerged from the fog. Its hull was so huge that it looked like a moving castle floating on the sea.

The massive ship's hull surged like waves in the belly of a whale, and the guns on the side adjusted their directions in the dim light, silently but with a solemn air of impending destruction.

The air grew colder.

The movements of the sleeping slaves suddenly stopped, as if they instinctively sensed the approach of some dimensionality-reduction threat.

Even they dared not move rashly.

"What is that?" Ian's voice was filled with a hint of undisguised surprise, his eyes jumping back and forth between the thick fog and the firelight.

"Enemy ship?" Mrs. May frowned, tapping her fingers on the hilt of her rapier, and leaning forward like a cat before hunting.

Siming licked the corner of his lips and looked at Alison meaningfully: "Your old friend?"

But Alison didn't rush to respond. She just stared at the huge sea in the distance, a familiar light flashing in her eyes.

The breeze lifted her hair, and the firelight reflected an unshakable coldness in her eyes.

"……Do not."

She said lightly, the corners of her mouth slowly raised in a very light arc, her eyes were cold and firm like ice blades.

"That's the—the Crown."

She smiled slightly, as if confirming something that was destined to happen.

"It's Alfred."

Crown Command Room.

The thick fog had not yet dissipated, the cannons had not yet been fired, but the entire bridge was as solemn as a temple before the war.

Alfred stood in front of the porthole, his uniform neatly arranged, his hand on the hilt of his sword.

He quietly overlooked the battle in the port, his eyes like knives, slashing diagonally in the direction of the Lost. Beneath his stern expression, there was a faint arc.

Beside him, Avina stood in front of the fire control console, her fingertips tapping the control panel rhythmically.

A red light lit up under her palm, like the eye of the god of fire in a countdown.

Her eyes were bright, yet filled with a sickly glee—she longed to unleash fire, to destroy.

Lester laughed at the side. A noble officer lay dying at his feet. He stomped on him disdainfully on the deck and sneered back, "So, we have to wait until they are almost dead before we take action?"

Alfred shook his head, his tone gentle, but his words were like a loaded gun: "No."

"Alison doesn't like crap."

His eyes turned slightly, looking at Evelynna calmly and resolutely.

"give it to you."

A light flashed in Ivyna's eyes, revealing an almost insane excitement. She suddenly pressed the red start button, and her voice was like a verdict:

"Artillery crew—preheat and reload!"

"Target: Port area!"

She suddenly turned the joystick, the needle jumped into the red zone, and a sharp voice cut through the air:
"——Free fire for all!"

"Let these damn lunatics see what the firepower of the Terrian Navy is!!!"

boom--! ! !
The side of the Crown suddenly burst into the light of hell!
The twelve main guns spewed out flames at the same time, the impact sounded like thunder, and the shells fell like meteorites!

The port ground collapsed in the explosion, and flames soared into the sky, engulfing the sleeping slaves and their mysterious monsters!
The mysterious power was crushed, the flesh and blood scorched and exploded in the high temperature, the broken limbs flew everywhere, and the screams and roars intertwined into a heart-wrenching doomsday song!

"What the hell!"

Olga gritted her teeth and her expression changed drastically!

Her control chain quickly broke within the artillery coverage area—these mysterious summons simply couldn't withstand such a large scale of actual firepower!

In front of the steel shells, her "rules" are nothing but phantoms in the sand!

The Sleeper's defenses were completely ripped apart! On the battlefield, a road of death leading to the port suddenly took shape amidst the flames!

Alison's eyes lit up, the muzzle of the gun was raised, and her tone was as firm as the sound of the gunshot.

"The opportunity has come."

She gave the order and shouted in a deep voice:

"rush!"

The crew of the Lost launched a final charge amidst artillery fire and raging waves!

Ian rushed to the front, the storm roared under his feet, and he turned into a whirlwind across the battlefield.
Wind blades burst out from his fingertips, cutting through the air like a sickle, sweeping through the enemy group, leaving behind a series of afterimages falling to the ground!
Allison followed closely behind, flipping both guns and sending a flash of fire.

Each of her shots was extremely accurate, with the trajectory of the bullet going straight through the sleeper's eyebrows, without wasting a single bullet.

She looked calm, like a war calculator, yet her expression was filled with a sharp determination that could not be concealed in her killing spree.

Baroque let out a wild laugh and swept his axe across! Flesh and blood flew everywhere, and he was like a god of war sweeping across the battlefield, stepping on blood and roaring endlessly!
Madam May, Rosalinda, and Evette led the Crimson Roses bravely into the sea of ​​fire, and the three's mysterious summons completed their final round of blooming in the flames!
The red shadow of the Rose Assassin shuttled through the thick smoke, the master's hammer roared like a drum, and the miasma of the venomous snake evil woman was like a curtain, cutting the way forward like a ghost!
Rex closed his eyes, moved his fingertips, and activated "Spying Destiny" again. His sight passed through the fire and smoke.
The explosion's landing point was precisely marked, and the sound calmly echoed in the whispered realm:
"Turn left—another fifteen degrees, and a safe passage is formed!"

The team quickly adjusted their formation and fought their way out of the gap in the firepower!
Lilia looked up and heard the whisperer's whisper, her eyes flickered, and she immediately opened the channel.

The voice was as fast as an arrow: "Crown, we are about to arrive, continue to suppress the fire and clear the last obstacle!"

Siming stood at the end of the team, a smile on his face, looking at the sleeping remains struggling in the flames in the distance, and whispered softly:

"ended."

He slid his fingers across the secret card, and wisps of black mist quietly swirled in his palm, like the silent wings of death.

Crown Command Room.

Alfred stood still, looking at the lingering aftermath of the battle at the harbor. His expression remained extremely calm, yet with a certain quiet solemnity.

"Main gun."

He spoke in a low voice, as if he was talking about something very ordinary.

"Lock on the last batch of enemies."

He slowly raised his hand.

"Terminate them."

"—Fire."

boom! !

The Crown roared with all its guns!

A series of high-density artillery roared out, like falling meteors, completely engulfing the last area of ​​the port!
Huge waves surged, flames shot up into the night sky, cannon fire devoured the remaining sleeping slaves, and the entire port seemed to be torn apart by flames!
The port of the Whale Grave was completely reduced to ruins in blood and smoke!

—

The crew of the Lost finally arrived at the port. Their warship stood on the sea behind the flames, like an ancient ghost waiting to awaken.

Calvino leaped onto the deck, turned around, and roared like thunder:

"Ian—spread the sails!"

Ian has stood on the bow of the ship, holding his legacy card high in both hands!

"Stormwalker—wind fills the sails!"

A furious wind suddenly rises!

The storm surged like an angry dragon, roaring into the black canvas of the Lost. The entire warship trembled like a living thing, the masts wailed, the sails fluttered, and the smoke was torn apart!
Lilia stood at the side of the ship, with the whispering wind wrapped around her.

She opened her hands, summoning the uncanny currents. The whisperer's voice echoed through the hull, like an ancient god directing the currents:
"Turn southeast fifteen degrees, avoid the vortex, and use the wind."

Siming held the key, stood at a corner of the deck, and looked at the bow, frowning slightly:
"Damn it, what on earth is this thing..."

Before he finished speaking——

The key suddenly lights up!

A dazzling silver-white light shot up into the sky, and the chains of whalebone wrapped around the hull began to vibrate violently, making a "crackling" sound!
"...It's responding!" Rex exclaimed, with mysterious runes flowing in his eyes!
Calvino roared and grabbed the rudder:

"Very good--"

"Nightmares whisper, tides guide—lost sea souls, return to the broken boat!"

The sea breeze roars as if responding to a call!

The next second—

Blurry figures emerged from all around the deck.

They were born like the tide of mist, wearing military uniforms of the old era, with pale faces and blank eyes, swords at their waists and cloaks on their backs.

They walked silently to their respective posts.

They are not human, they are the crew of "it".

Ghost Legion, return!
The Lost finally sets sail!
Between the raging sea and the raging flames, it carries the survivors into the next storm in the depths of fate!
(End of this chapter)