Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 121: Whale Grave and Black Tide, the Hunt is Not Over

"The black sails gallop, the ship of the dead cuts through the waves."

"Before the sixth whale cry, the living must flee."

The wind howled fiercely, and the salty, wet wind slapped the sea water against my face, making it as hot as a whip.

Siming clutched the side of the boat tightly, his knuckles turning white. His body leaned forward slightly on the shaking deck.
His eyes were fixed on the distance - the end of the sea that was swirling like a whirlpool and shrouded in strange fog.

The mouth of the whale tomb.

The Whale Tomb behind him was roaring softly.

The sound was not mechanical, but a wail that penetrated the bone marrow, as if some ancient existence sleeping in the sea was awakened by their escape.

That's not a boat.

It was a monster—it was breathing, struggling, and roaring.

It doesn't want them to leave.

The Lost was shaking violently in the storm, its hull diagonally stuck between the crests and troughs of the waves, like a leaf that would be swallowed up at any moment.

The creaking sound of taut rigging mixed with the roar below deck, and my ears were filled with the sound of water, roars, curses, and a wind that tore like sails.

Sima Ming gasped, and his eardrums seemed to be buzzing.

He glanced left and right, his eyes passing over the three huge ships rushing through the waves.

The Crown was close to the left wing, the main mast was like a blade, the gun muzzle elevation was adjusted to the limit, and on the bridge,
Alfred stood motionless, like an ice sculpture at the edge of the sea fog, his military uniform fluttering like a black flag in the strong wind.

The Red Rose was to the starboard, and Madam May was leaning against the steering wheel, her scarlet cloak torn into tatters by the wind.

She just stared ahead quietly, with a sarcastic smile on her lips, as if mocking the end of the world.

Their three ships were in the front, but they were not alone.

Behind him, there were at least a dozen pirate ships roaring and struggling in the strong wind and raging waves.

They are racing.

But not for victory—

It's to survive.

This is an escape.

This is a desperate escape!
——Bang! ! !

Shocking noise!

Siming's eyes suddenly widened, and he saw a dilapidated two-masted pirate ship speeding up in front of him.
The pirates on the deck pulled the sails and roared to urge the secret ship to move faster than anyone else!
They - grabbed the front position.

then.

Then, a huge black shadow slowly emerged from the bottom of the sea.

That's not a shadow, that's flesh, that's tentacle.

Huge, slippery, deep-sea tentacles covered in suction cups!

"Danger--!" Siming suddenly roared, but it was too late!
The next second, the ten-meter-long black tentacle suddenly jumped out of the water, rolling up huge waves!

boom! ! !
With a deafening bang, the tentacles lashed at the ship's hull like steel whips!
The hull broke instantly!

The shattered wood chips from the deck were thrown into the air along with the human figure, and were instantly swept back into the sea, without even having time to let out a complete scream!
The entire ship was torn to pieces like a rag and dragged into the abyss!
There are no bodies.

There is no driftwood.

Nothing is left.

Only the still spreading bloodstains and black shadows slowly sank among the waves.

"Damn it--" Siming cursed softly, his back soaked with cold sweat.

Every nerve in his body was tense, his fingers gripping the side of the ship so tightly that he couldn't even feel the chill brought by the sea breeze.

He didn't dare to look back.

But he knew that more tentacles were rising from behind.

The sea surface became a living hunting net.

It's not just anger.

It's hunting—

Hunt down all creatures that dare to betray it and try to escape it.

The mouth of the whale tomb opened.

The real shipwreck began.

"Left steer! Quick! Go around!"

Calvino roared and grabbed the steering wheel tightly, and the Lost suddenly turned in the waves.

The hull groaned as it could not bear the heavy weight, and the deck was whipped up with flying water. The entire ship was almost speeding past the edge of the hideous tentacle!
Siming's heart seemed to be tightly grasped by someone, and his brain was working rapidly in the roar of the storm and death.

His eyes were fixed on the front, and he constructed a survival route based on the wind speed, wave height and sail angle at every second.

——Can't stop, can't turn back, can't slow down. If you slow down even a second, you will be pulled into the abyss!
As they were speeding through, another pirate ship appeared in front of them, trying to bypass them.

They can't turn fast enough.

Under the sea, a whirlpool exploded without warning!

It was as if some monster had opened its eyes in the deep sea—

“…Be careful!!” Siming opened his mouth to shout.

But it was too late.

The sea water suddenly exploded, and the entire ship was uprooted. The pirates didn't even have time to curse before they were swept into the depths of the whirlpool with their ship and sank into the lightless darkness.

Nothing is left.

"Bah!" Ian cursed, his eyes flashing with anxiety and anger. He held the sail rope tightly with both hands and stepped on the pulley, forcibly suppressing the sail that was about to be torn apart in the storm!
The Lost One's speed soared, and the strong wind whistled like a scream, cutting the eardrums!

The deck tilted, and the metallic whine of the broken rigging and the roar of the crew intertwined into a prelude to death.

Five hundred meters!
The mouth of the whale tomb is just around the corner!

—

"boom!!!"

The sky suddenly lit up with blazing white flames!

The Crown's guns roared and attacked!

The blazing shells fell like thunder, blasting the rising giant tentacles apart!
Blood mist exploded on the sea surface, the sea water boiled, the tentacles rolled and struggled, and the hissing sounded into the hearts of every fleeing ship!
On the Crown's turret, Evelyn stepped on the metal pedal, her black hair flying and her eyes as cold as a blade.

She raised her hand and gave the order to the fire control command seat:

"Artillery team, target ahead! Clear the channel—"

“——Fire!!!”

"Boom! Boom! Boom!!"

A series of loud explosions ripped through the air, flames engulfed everything, and the precise strikes were like trajectories carved out by magic, each one hitting the joints and roots of the tentacles.

The black pieces of flesh splashed into the sea, stirring up huge waves!

The Lost took the opportunity to rush out!

Siming felt his heart skip a beat and his throat tightened. He forced himself to take a deep breath, his palms trembling slightly with nervousness.

But there was light in his eyes.

The firepower of the Crown tore a bloody path to survival for them!
Ahead, the mouth of the whale tomb is right in front of us. The crack that has been swallowed by the storm, black water and strange fog is slowly opening like the gate of hell!

—

They—rushed out!
The Lost, the Crown, and the Scarlet Rose, like three arrows that tore through the seal of death, broke through the edge of the storm and escaped from the territory of the Whale Tomb!
Sima Ming, who finally got a chance to catch his breath, turned around suddenly, and his eyes reflected the existence that devoured everything.

The true appearance of the Whale Tomb has finally been revealed.

That's not a boat.

It was a corpse floating on the sea.

Its "deck" is composed of layers of twisted human figures, like cursed souls frozen in pain on the water.

The mast is not a wooden pillar, but several upside-down giant bones, like the broken limbs of a god.

And at the bow of the ship is a huge eyeless head.

It slowly opened its mouth, its fangs bared, as if shouting silently, as if... trying to speak.

Siming murmured, his voice trembling as it was blown away by the wind:

"This is not a ship..."

"This is a living monster."

—

"Boom-!!"

The sea surface below the Whale Tomb began to shake!
The huge "shadow" began to swim, like a whale hunter in the deep sea, sliding slowly behind the three ships!
"It's chasing us..." Lilia's voice was low and restrained, as if she was suppressing her extreme anxiety.

The corner of her eye twitched, and her fingertips pressed against the side of the boat, feeling some huge existence cutting through the water and approaching them.

Alison slowly raised the pistol, then slowly lowered it, her eyes as cold as ice, her voice so low it was almost emotionless:

"Looks like we have to prepare for the next battle."

Sima Ming blinked, and the wind blew his hair on his forehead.

Then, the corners of his mouth slowly raised into a very faint arc.

"—This is where the game really begins."

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(End of this chapter)