Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 124: Whale Falls into Prison, Escape on a Bloody Road
Whale falls are not a destination, but a capstan at sea. Here, the knife is the rudder, blood is the sail, the living fight for a glimmer of hope, and the dead hum a dirge to the wind.

The Scarlet Rose shrouded in mist came out diagonally from the main route, its bow tearing through the sea like a sharp blade, bringing up a series of thunderous waves.

The starboard yaw was a desperate cutting turn that tore apart the original formation structure of the entire fleet.

They left the team for their only goal - the Red Dragon.

Calvino stood on the top of the bridge, his cloak fluttering in the wind, his face as cold as a sculpture.

His gaze penetrated the fog and locked onto the outline of the warship that was faintly visible in the distance. His brows were furrowed as if a sharp blade was about to be unsheathed.

"Lilia, heading."

"The direction is correct." Lilia's voice was low, but her eyes were filled with anger. "We are still in the main channel of Whale Fall... But brother, I don't believe a word that Kerkosen can say can be true."

She slammed the telescope shut and glanced at the swirling gray fog behind the channel:

"He said the end is the door to life? If there really is a door to life, then where did these dead ghosts come from?"

Calvino did not respond in a hurry. He was silent for a moment, then suddenly sneered, as if he had heard some innocent joke.

"We are not unlucky, Lilia."

“We’re the crazy ones who take the gamble.”

His voice was steady, yet there was a fervor in it that was like a volcano pressing down on him.

This channel is no longer a passage, but a noose—

Ahead, the sleeping fleet formed a blockade.

Behind, the Whale Tomb slowly approached, like a giant whale swimming slowly in a sea of ​​corpses, its eyes empty, but staring intently at every struggling prey.

In this life-and-death squeeze, the fleeing pirate ships pushed and bombarded each other. They had no alliances left, only the instinct to survive.

The sounds of ships colliding, cannons roaring, and curses intertwined together, like a group of hungry wolves chased onto the rocks by the tide, howling in the blood and smoke.

"We didn't come here to take this route." Lilia gritted her teeth, her hands tightly gripping the steering wheel. "We were forced to flee by the Whale Tomb."

She smiled coldly and turned her head to shout, "First Mate, the Crown's secret message has been connected. Alfred requests to speak with you."

Alison leaped from the deck onto the bridge, landing silently, her robes fluttering in the wind like a dagger just out of its sheath.

She raised her eyebrows slightly, and a sharp arc appeared at the corner of her lips:

"Oh? That guy is finally here?"

The next moment, secret words came with the wind.

A hoarse but firm voice penetrated the frequency of the spell, carrying a familiar arrogance and sharpness:

"Commander, the Crown is ready to go."

"If you give the order, I will carve a bloody path for you."

Alison chuckled when she heard that. That chuckle wasn't of joy, but of the pleasure of dipping a knife in salt.

"Alfred, let's show them today what a 'real naval battle' is."

She tilted her head to look at Calvino, who raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a long-lost murderous smile - that was an expression that only a commander who was about to sink into the core of a naval battle would have.

"You once said: 'We've fought dozens of naval battles, both large and small, and never lost a single one.'"

"Don't let me misjudge you in this game."

Alison adjusted her collar delicately, her eyes as cold as the stars in the polar night:
"If you've made a mistake, you have to leave alive before you have the right to scold me."

Rex crouched by the railing, his eyes fixed on the giant ship slowly approaching from behind.

The Whale Grave, like the god of the dead, slowly advanced from the thick fog, dragging a whole sea of ​​death kelp behind it.

"If I fall into its thrall..."

Rex's throat tightened. "Why not just jump into the sea now?"

Calvino didn't look back, and his tone was as cold as a piece of iron hitting a bell.

"Then I'll trade my current life for a worthy name."

The crew members took their positions, their secret communication flashing. Alison suddenly waved her hand and said sternly:

"All ships, prepare! The Crown advances in unison, alternating to cover the breakout!"

"Bearing fifteen degrees east by north, objective: cut off the front line!"

Ian stuck his head out of the gun compartment, his face covered in gunpowder ash, like a devil who had just crawled out of hell.

"Both sides' guns are loaded! Kerosene shells are ready, chain shells are blocking the course, and the entire ship awaits your order!" Alison's eyes were sharp as a knife, and she spat out a few words in a decisive tone:

"Break through the blockade and don't let them form a formation alive."

"We're going to chop them in the throat."

The Crown took the lead, and the five main guns on the side roared at the same time. Smoke and dust rolled like a group of dragons emerging from the sea. The flames exploded on the side of the ship, shattering the eardrums.

The first shell accurately hit the sleeping frigate in front, and the deck exploded with cracks in the flames. The dead rolled and fell like upside-down puppets, twisting and burning in the sea of ​​fire.

Immediately afterwards, the Rose's port side guns fired volleys, chain bullets piercing the air with a whistling sound.

It precisely wrapped around the enemy ship's mast—with a crisp sound, the entire mainmast fell down, smashing the deck and crushing several sleepers into pieces.

"Hold formation!" Alison's shout cut through the battlefield like a knife. "No one is allowed to disperse before we push into the gap!"

The Sleeping Fleet responded quickly, and the two blockade ships on the left wing suddenly changed their rudder lines, intending to trap the Crown and the Rose and force them into a dead corner.

Calvino didn't hesitate: "Prepare for boarding! Target the sleeping ship on the starboard side, board directly and cut off the head!"

"Understood!" Baroque laughed and hefted his battle axe, his shoulders crackling with joints. "My blood is burning with impatience!"

Before he finished speaking, a scarlet figure had already jumped over the fence. Celian took the lead and stepped onto the waves. Her figure was as fast as a ghost, and her landing was like a line of blood tearing through the sea fog.

The double blades fluttered like butterfly wings, and the waist and abdomen of the first sleeper who rushed over exploded on the spot.

She stepped on blood with every step, and every slash left a trail of boiling fire.

"Come on—" She smiled seductively, "I'm not full yet."

Rex leaped onto the deck, and with a lightning-fast slash of his knife, he cut the person's neck.

Ian followed closely behind, with wind blades wrapped around his hands, like two walking storms.

Allison drew her sword and boarded the ship herself. She slashed the neck of a Sleeper with her sword and shouted coldly:
"Remember this crucial moment—don't let them close in."

The battleships were covered in kerosene. After only three minutes of fierce fighting, the enemy ships began to wail. Alison gave the order:
"Kerosene barrels, fill the cabin—light it!"

Flint pierced the night, the cabin exploded, fire snakes leaped out of the deck, and the entire sleeping ship wailed in the flames like a burning coffin.

Everyone jumped back to the Rose, and with flames as the curtain, the battleship broke out of the fire.

"We've opened a gap!" Lilia wiped the blood from her forehead, her voice filled with excitement.
"But the Whale Grave is dropping anchor and picking up speed—it's chasing us!"

A thunderous roar was heard from the rear, and a lagging pirate ship was directly penetrated by the main gun of the Whale Tomb.

The ship was torn in two like paper, flames spread across the sea, and broken wood floated like meteors of debris.

Alison's brows suddenly furrowed. "We only have one straight line left."

"Where's the Crown?"

"The fighting on the east side is still going on." Lilia quickly entered the secret message, "Alfred requests a simultaneous breakout to avoid being left behind."

"Let him cut through the second gap from the east side, and we will take the lead in attacking the main line."

Alison replied without hesitation, "We can't all crowd together in one place. Once the whale tomb comes crashing down on us, we'll all be finished."

"understand!"

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At the end of the whale fall channel, a blurry gray shadow finally appeared - that was the legendary "survival" fog line.

It seems like a ray of life at the end of the sea of ​​dreams, or like the gap between the teeth of death.

The water leading to the light was filled with burning wrecks, broken masts, oil stains and corpses - as if fate had written an epitaph for every ship.

"This isn't a waterway," Calvino said gravely. "This is a trial ground."

“He who has a steady rudder and a strong courage deserves to live.”

"What about us?" Rex asked in a low voice.

Alison turned around, the tip of the sword dropped, pointing forward—

“We don’t live by our lives.”

"We fought our way out."

The next moment, another dormant interceptor ship broke into the center of the channel, like the god of death trying to leave its mark on the gambling road.

Alison swung her sword, her voice as cold as frost breaking a mirror:
"Fire again—this time, for ourselves."

(End of this chapter)