Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 122: Whale Grave Hunt: Sea Battle Game of the Dead
"The pirate's destination is not the bottom of the sea, but the whale's grave."

"In the whale-fall channel, the hunt begins."

The sixth whale call echoed throughout the entire sea.

The sound was no longer as distant and ethereal as before, but rolled up from the depths of the seabed, shaking the hull and people's hearts, like a giant beast roaring in its chest.

The sea surface then surged violently, the storm rolled up fog, and in the fog, a huge shadow slowly rose.

Whale Grave—awakened.

It is no longer a sleeping ship lurking deep in the whale's grave, but a truly resurrected "whale of the dead".

Its "deck" is made of countless giant bones, as if the spines of the dead have been sewn together to form a battlefield;

The "mast" swayed in the wind, sweeping across the sky like whale baleen, carrying the roar of the tide.

The "side" of the ship was fully opened, revealing its sharp fangs, like a whale's mouth ready to swallow the world.

That's not a boat.

It was an ancient deep-sea creature covered in the hull of a warship, a "king of the sea" born to devour.

——It moved.

——It starts hunting!
The thick fog exploded, and the mouth of the Whale Tomb became an altar. The sound coming from the Whale Tomb instantly dominated the consciousness of the entire sea area.

Kerkosen, the voice resounded through the sky.

He did not roar, nor did he declare war. Instead, he spoke calmly in a low, malicious tone:
"Welcome, pirates."

"You have successfully escaped from the belly of the whale tomb."

"But now—you've moved on to the next game."

"The whale hunt has officially begun."

His voice was like venom dripping in the sea breeze, dripping into everyone's consciousness word by word.

"There is a deserted island at the end of the channel ahead."

"Only the strongest who arrive first are qualified to enter... the final stage."

"And before you run—"

"The Whale Grave and the Sleeping Fleet will serve you a real appetizer."

The sea was silent for a second.

The next moment, the storm broke out again.

Calvino suddenly turned to look at Lilia, his voice low and rapid:

"Heading! We need to confirm the direction now, quickly—we don't have time!"

Lilia took a deep breath, and at that moment, all the restlessness and emotions in her eyes calmed down.

She pressed both hands against the compass on the side of the ship, and a whispering spirit appeared on her shoulder, whispering in the wind, its voice like a spell that penetrated her eardrums.

"The wind direction is turbulent... the sea current is deformed..."

"The impact of the Whale Grave has disrupted the tidal structure... We can no longer rely on intuition to navigate. We must calculate the current curve of the Dream Sea and the corresponding angles of the stars..."

She spoke rapidly, but her fingers were steady as an anchor, and her eyes showed her high-speed rational thinking and cold judgment of the route.

After a few seconds, she suddenly looked up and almost shouted an order:
"North by northwest, full speed downstream!"

Calvino slammed his fist against the railing, turned around, and roared, "Ian, spread the sails! Rex, go to the lookout and report the enemy ship's movements immediately!"

Ian jumped up in response, his toes landing on the intersection of the masts, and the mystery of the wind surged out from his palms.

He opened his arms wide, and the raging wind roared in, catching the black mainsail of the Lost One!
“The wind is blowing!!”

The sails swelled up like the wings of a sea beast in an instant, and the entire warship shook violently, like a spear flying through the air in the raging sea!
Rex had already climbed to the top of the watchtower, knelt on one knee, and his eyes were filled with mysterious blue light.

His sight penetrated the sea fog and waves, and saw the gradually rising light of death—

Behind the Whale Tomb, a total of eight dormant fleets emerged from the deep sea!

They marched in formation, like a pack of revived hounds, hunting along the tide!

"Everyone!"

Rex's voice entered the secret channel, striking the last remaining warmth in everyone's heart like a sharp blade:

"The Sleeping Fleet—has locked onto us."

"The dead of the Whale Grave, begin the hunt."

The sea of ​​mist is stirring up huge waves.

Ghostly warships emerged silently from the thick fog, like sleeping creatures swimming in a nightmare.
The tattered sails fluttered in the wind, like the dead returning to the battlefield in their battle robes. Their decks were filled with sleepers—

Their eyes are hollow and their skin is pale. They have no souls and no voices. They are just corpse-like bodies, moving slowly forward under the control of some strange will.

The Whale Tomb is like the throne of a giant whale, and these dormant fleets are small predators that hunt and swim around it.

They were neither impatient nor impatient, and did not launch a direct charge. Instead, they slowly surrounded the enemy from all sides, like cheetahs besieging a dying wild deer, nibbling away at it step by step, just to drag the fugitives into utter despair.

On the observation deck of the Red Rose, Belinda was quickly scanning the sea with a telescope in hand.

Suddenly, she froze, her pupils suddenly contracted, and her voice suddenly changed: "Madam! Nine o'clock!"

Mrs. May, who had been leaning against the side of the boat, suddenly straightened up, her brows furrowed slightly. She looked in the direction Belinda pointed. The next second, her heart almost stopped.

"That ship..." she murmured softly, a look of disbelief and shock flashing in her eyes for a moment.

She slowly raised the telescope.

In the camera, there was a pitch-black warship with ferocious scarlet dragon patterns carved on its hull. Its armor was torn, and the dragon's head was roaring with its mouth open, like an angry beast about to devour the sea.

Its flag is tattered, but still hangs on the top of the mast.

A flag from a bygone era that should have died in the wind long ago.

"...Red Dragon." Mrs. Mei's lips trembled and her whisper was almost inaudible.

At that moment, her hand trembled and the telescope almost slipped from her palm.

Her pupils gradually dilated, and her fingertips clenched the frame of her glasses so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

That battleship was none other than the Red Dragon.

She once waited day and night for the returning ship, a figure that she could only touch in her dreams, but now it slowly sailed out of the fog and turned into a member of the Whale Grave Fleet.

And on top of that mast.

She finally saw—

That man, wearing the old battle robes of the Red Dragon Pirate King, still stood tall at the bow, still motionless.

But his eyes were no longer the fiery and arrogant ones she remembered.

Those were a pair of eyes as empty as dead water—the eyes of a sleeper.

He is dead.

Her world seemed to collapse.

"Long..." she murmured, her eyes trembling slightly, her throat blocked and she couldn't breathe.

At that moment, the last bit of fantasy was completely shattered.

Belinda stood beside her and whispered tentatively, "Madam... what should we do?"

Mrs. Mei's hand slowly fell to her waist and she pulled out her musket.

Her eyes were cold and her face expressionless, but beneath that coldness lay a soul-wrenching pain.

“…Fire.”

Belinda's eyes snapped to the side. "Wha...what?"

Mrs. Mei slowly raised her rifle, her finger on the trigger, her voice as cold as a knife.

"If the dragon is dead..."

There was no more sob in her voice, only icy cruelty:
"Then I will personally send him to rest."

And at this time——

The entire whale fall channel has completely turned into a hunting ground!

The Lost, the Crown, the Scarlet Rose, and the remaining pirate ships were all blockaded by the Sleeping Fleet. The Whale Grave sat in the center, gazing at its bait like a king.

Kerkosen's voice rang out again, like a god making a judgment on the Black Sea:

"let's start."

"Let the game continue."

The next second, there was a loud bang from the deck of the Whale Tomb!
That's not artillery—

That's a war drum!

The main drum of Whale Tomb started up, heavy and low-frequency, as if the entire seabed was vibrating with it!
"Boom——"

Whale Tomb Fleet, all-out attack!
Sea of ​​the Dead, the hunt begins!
(End of this chapter)