Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 123: Whale Tomb Hunt: The Red Dragon is Immortal
"The wind howls, and the dead return."

"The rose burns, the broken vows are forged anew."

In the whale-fall channel, black waves rolled and the storm whimpered in the distant sea.

Mrs. May stood quietly at the bow of the Scarlet Rose, her scarlet cloak fluttering in the wind like a battle flag stained with blood.

Her eyes were cold as she stared through the sea fog at the ghost warship that was gradually emerging from the fog.

Red Dragon.

Once upon a time, it was the throne of the Pirate King, and dragon flames burned every inch of the map of the Sea of ​​Dreams.

Its appearance once meant destruction and domination, but now only an empty shell remains floating on the Dead Sea.

Its dragon pattern has been eroded by the black mystery, and its crimson glow has long since dimmed.

The hull was covered in corrosion, cracks, and death, like the corpse of a giant dragon wandering on the sea, driven by the Whale Grave and becoming a minion of the Dead Fleet.

Mrs. Mei gripped the railing tightly with her knuckles, the sharp ironwood digging into her palms like a knife, blood slowly dripped from between her fingers and onto the deck, but she seemed unaware of it.

She saw the mast, that familiar structure.

She saw the flag, the broken but still stubbornly fluttering red dragon symbol.

Memories, like waves torn apart by the sea breeze, hit her heart hard.

She seemed to see the port at dawn again.

At that time, the Red Dragon had just passed through the smoke of the sea, like a beast crawling out of the abyss, spewing flames and pressure.

The black and red interwoven sails fluttered like explosions in the sea breeze, and mysterious light burst out along the dragon's spine structure. On the deck, cannon muzzles were like a forest, and murderous intent was overflowing.

He stood at the bow.

Wearing a black and red robe, with a sword hanging at his waist, his eyes were like a falcon. He looked down at the entire sea in the dim light of dawn, as if the world was already in his pocket.

That's Xu Long.

Unruly, domineering, and decisive in his actions, he never recognized the rules of any power, but forged his own order with iron and fire.

"From today on, this sea is mine."

That day, he set sail in front of the pirate coalition's blockade line, and his roar split the clouds.

The Red Dragon Fleet crushed the blockade like a raging tide and razed the privateering port of a veteran pirate king to the ground.

That night, he cut off the challenger's head with a sword in the Storm Strait, stood on the mast with flames rising to the sky, and sneered at dozens of warships.

He walked out of the flames and the strong wind, and on the besieged island, he stretched out his bloodstained hand and looked at her.

"May," he said, "come and conquer this sea with me."

She stood between the ashes and the corpses, a sneer on her face, but a glint of lightning in her eyes. She raised her hand and took his.

No oath required.

That handshake was a tacit understanding, a contract stronger than an oath.

She knew that after that, there was no need for them to express any love to each other - because that was charity from the weak, and they were pirates, unruly and unruly.

Because in every battle, he would stand in front of her.

Mrs. May remembered every moment they had fought side by side on the deck of the Red Dragon.

The flames rolled, the sea breeze howled, and the flames illuminated the sky red.

They fought side by side to kill the enemy. She danced with her two swords, and he stood behind her, his sword energy like thunder, and every slash followed her weakness.

She never looked back.

Because she knew—he must be there.

"Your left side, five."

"Your rear is taken care of."

They don't talk much, but every word they say is as sharp as a sword, and between their sentences lies the tacit understanding of life and death.

She never asked him, "Do you love me?"

That's a question only the weak need to ask.

In their world, love is the trust that never shies away from putting her at the forefront of the battle, yet always stands in her blind spot.

If anyone dares to hurt her——

Xu Long will kill all of that person's bloodline.

This is their love.

Wild winds, raging flames, slaughter and conquest. On the blade, each one is a blade.

——Until that day, the invitation letter from the Whale Tomb appeared on the hatch of the Red Dragon.

When the invitation letter from the Whale Tomb appeared, the wind in the entire sea area stopped for a moment.

Kerkosen's whispers echoed in the waves, like a call from the gods in the abyss.

Countless old pirates cursed, dissuaded, and expressed fear in secret, for fear of angering the dormant will of the mysterious ship.

"do not go."

"Only a madman would challenge the Whale Grave."

But Xu Long just raised his head and laughed, his voice was like thunder, which dispersed the fog.

"If there is still someone on this sea who refuses to submit to me—"

He flashed his signature smile, so arrogant and domineering that even the wind seemed to make way for him. "Then I'll go and make him kneel down."

He didn't wait, nor did he need consent.

He led the Red Dragon Fleet, tore through the seals of storms and taboos, faced the invitation of the Whale Grave, and resolutely sailed into the cursed sea.

He went to his death calmly.

He never came back.

The Red Dragon was destroyed.

Xu Long, missing.

Everyone said he was dead.

But Mrs. Mei didn't believe it.

She refused to listen to any "death notices" or accept any symbolic "fire funerals."

She just stood in the sea area where the Red Dragon last lost contact, day and night, looking at the cliff sky at the end of the Sea of ​​Dreams, and looking at the silent waning moon after every storm.

She is waiting.

It's not a miracle, it's fate.

If he died—she should be buried with him.

If he lived—she would have to bring him back herself.

Even though he is no longer a "human".

Today, she finally found him.

But he was standing on the mast of the Red Dragon.

The former king of the sea now resembled a frozen statue, impervious to wind and impenetrable to light. His figure remained erect, his features so familiar they stung my eyes.

But those eyes were already as empty as the abyss.

The Whale Grave's sleeping song had consumed him whole, leaving only a shell to be manipulated by the dead.

Mrs. May slowly raised her head.

Her eyes no longer trembled, and the blood-red sunset shone from behind her, sprinkling her cheeks as if coated with a thin layer of fire.

She slowly raised her right hand and pointed the musket coldly at the top of the distant mast.

The gun was aimed at her husband.

Her voice was low, but clear enough to pierce the wind:
"Xu Long!"

"If you were already dead—I would personally send you to rest."

Her finger tightened on the trigger, her pupils contracted, and the sound seemed to be cut out from the cracks of fate.

"But if you're still alive—"

"Just wake up!!!"

These words fell like thunder, shattering the silence of the Whale Tomb Fleet.

The sleeper raised her head slightly, and the whisper of Whale Grave flowed, as if mocking her stupidity.

But she still didn't move.

She knew - his soul was deep within that cold, hard body.

She exhaled slowly.

"The Mad Dragon will not sleep."

She slowly put away the gun, but she showed no intention of retreating.

She turned, her cloak spreading out behind her like flames, and her eyes, cold as a blade, swept across the deck.

Belinda was waiting by the side, but she felt the air suddenly get colder.

Mrs. Mei's voice was low, like a spell:
"Notice to the Lost One—"

"The Scarlet Rose will have exclusive possession of the Scarlet Dragon."

"No one is allowed to interfere."

Belinda's pupils suddenly contracted, and she almost suspected that she had heard it wrongly:

"Ma'am, you mean... you want to deal with the Red Dragon alone?"

Mrs. Mei just raised the corners of her mouth and revealed an almost crazy smile.

That smile is a flower dancing on the edge of a knife.

It is a faith forged in blood and fire.

"I will save my man myself."

She stepped toward the bow, her cloak fluttering, her fighting spirit burning like a flame.

The battle of the Red Rose never involves compromise.

The dormant fleet of the Whale Tomb finally provoked the woman who should not be provoked on the sea.

She wanted to use a battle to wake up her king.

——The Red Rose declares war on the Whale Tomb.

(End of this chapter)