Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 127 The Blood Flag Rises

"A true oath is never spoken. It's the flag planted on the bow of a ship, forcing you to move forward when you most want to retreat."

The storm howled, and an invisible curtain seemed to slowly descend from the fog.
The elegy of the Whale Grave continues, like an invisible hanging, slowly cutting every inch of will.

In the whale fall channel, blood and spells intertwined into an airtight deep-sea cage, and even the sea breeze was silent.

There were no more orders on the Crown, only the mechanical yet resolute footsteps of the Sleeper echoed on the deck.

They approached slowly like ghosts, the burning guns gradually died down, and the collapsed sails hung over the side of the ship like broken wings.
The crew members lowered their heads, as if their souls had been drained by the realm of the whale tomb, leaving only empty shells swaying in the wind.

Elegy at the Whale's Grave is not a battle, but a ritual of "spiritual execution."

It lulls people into sleep with mourning and weakens the instinct of resistance with nostalgia.

Rex murmured softly, as if in a dream: "We are going to...sink."

But the next moment, a powerful female voice tore through the depression of despair.

"I don't accept this outcome."

Alison Griffith, holding a crimson secret card written in blood,

She walked onto the bridge with firm steps. Despite the fierce wind and rain, she marched against the current like a knife.

In the center of the card, a skeleton's fist with a broken arm is burning, holding high a torn corner of a bloody battle flag.

Advanced World Series No. 290——Bloody Battle in the Domain of St. George.

She held the card high, her eyes blazing with fire and cold as iron: "Start now—"

"Blood George, the flag of death, raised."

boom! ! !
The card burned, and deep red flames pierced the sky. A blood-red battle flag was raised on the top of the masts of the Lost and the Crown at the same time, rustling loudly.

The battle flag was not controlled by the wind direction and was not suppressed by the tide. It seemed as if it had lit a fire for all those who were still breathing in this dead sea shrouded in the elegy of the whale's tomb.

That's not just a flag, it's a cry of defiance.

The blood-red waves roared and the sleeping soldiers on the Crown opened their eyes. They seemed to have struggled back from hell with their breaths, and their bodies were boiling with fighting spirit.

They stood up, roared, gritted their teeth, and clenched their weapons. Even though the wounds on their bodies were still bleeding and their spirits were still shaking, they stood up!
[Rule 1: Blood Battle Oath]

——"Soldiers will no longer be afraid, no longer be tired, and no longer be crushed by pain!"

Aviana grabbed a musket in a panic, blood dripping from the corner of her mouth, but she grinned: "Damn it...it's finally here."

Lester roared, leading the heavily armored squad to charge towards the broadside again: "Let these freaks whose faith is dormant see what a bloody battle is!"

Allison stood at the highest point of the bridge, with the battle flag behind her burning like a blazing fire in the sky. In the red light, she was like a projection of a war-loving ancient god, her eyes as firm as iron.

Rule 2: Burn Your Boats

——"Anyone who deserts the battlefield will be considered a coward and will be punished by fighting to the death."

One of the sailors stumbled and almost turned to flee, but the bloody flag shook.
He seemed to be burning in the flames, his eyes were clear, he turned around again, gripped his weapon tightly, and returned to his fighting position with gritted teeth.

The Crown quickly reorganized its formation, the gunners rushed to the firing line, the shipwrights worked hard in the boiler room, and Alfred once again took command.
The voice was as cold as iron: "Turn five degrees to port, preheat the gun barrels—follow the Lost One!"

At the same time, the Lost reappeared in the gray fog, and the ghost crew members broke through the fog, put on their armor, and responded to the call of the blood flag.

[Rule Three: Death Battle Judgment]

——"The cowardly will be rejected by the realm and thrown directly into the sea, never to return."

Under the battleship, the sea was surging, and there seemed to be red flames lurking under the water, like a shouter from the era of bloody battles, waiting to sacrifice the cowardly souls.

Alison slowly withdrew the card in her hand. Her gaze passed through the sea of ​​blood and fog and looked directly at the Blue Archon hanging in the air above the Whale Tomb.

She whispered slowly, but it was like thunder striking the sea: "You said we were destined to sleep."

"But I tell you—blood will not bow."

——The bloody battle area has risen.

On the whale-fall channel, the dream of the whale tomb and the will to fight to the death finally collided head-on!
The entire battlefield was dyed into a churning blood-red sea, and the order of the Whale Tomb Fleet finally fell into a brief chaos under the flames and war flags.

"Morale..." Lilia could hardly believe what she saw. She stared blankly at the bloody flag fluttering high in the sky.
The voice trembled as it was squeezed out of her throat, "Her flag... is actually affecting the rules themselves?!"

High in the sky above the Whale Grave, Nasir Krosa stood on top of a whale bone statue rising from the wind.
His robe fluttered in the wind, and a faint blue light vibrated in the depths of his eyes.

For the first time, his expression froze slightly, a frown that clung to his faith. "Her domain... is assimilating my Lord's whispers," Nasir whispered.

And beside my ears, Kerkosen's voice sounded again, still cold.
Yet, there is a certain patient contempt: "There is no need to panic... The fire of mortals, no matter how much it burns, will eventually go out."

The domain of the Whale Tomb Lament was being forcibly torn apart, and a crisp sound like a whale bone breaking could be heard in the void.

It was as if the very foundations of the entire realm were being slashed by the flames. The effects of the dormant suppression had begun to loosen somewhat.

However, the cost is also approaching the limit.

Alison stood on the bridge of the Lost, her face so pale that she looked like she would fall down in the wind at any moment.

Her star map on her right wrist kept flashing. Two stars of rationality had already fully blossomed, and the remaining ones were about to burn out, like floating lights that appeared and disappeared in the night sea.

Rex rushed over and held her up, his face filled with fear: "You can't take it anymore! If you keep pressing down, the backlash of the blood flag will..."

"I have no choice." Alison's voice was hoarse but stubborn as iron. Cold sweat dripped down her forehead, but she didn't move.

Her gaze passed through the blood mist and looked towards the scarred Crown in the distance.

Alfred was holding his sword with one hand and directing the soldiers to regroup with the other. The group of sailors who had been on the edge of sleep were slowly standing up, their eyes rekindled.

"We can't let them down... again."

She knew clearly that although Blood George's Death Battle Banner could tear apart the Whale Grave Elegy, he was not an invincible god.

The other party is Kerkosen, the Elegy of the Whale Tomb, the creator and ruler of the entire "Death Realm" of the Whale Tomb.

There is only one thing the Blood Flag can do.

——Buy time.

Lilia's voice sounded at this time. She forced herself to suppress the fear in her heart.

In the calmest of tones, he declared, "We can't hold out much longer. Without reinforcements... or a miracle..."

"Yes." A voice interrupted her.

It’s Sima Ming.

He walked slowly onto the bridge from the other end of the deck, the wind blowing up his long black robe, and his eyes, which were used to seeing life and death, were now as calm as the abyss.

"If you are willing to believe me once."

Everyone looked at him, and Alison's eyes widened. "How many stars do you have left?"

Sima Ming stretched out his left hand, and the star map unfolded in the air. Three broken stars hung above it, like the last spark of fire, struggling and jumping in the wasteland of fate.

"Only enough for me to gamble once."

His tone was calm, as if he was describing an afternoon game of chess, but there was a sharp edge embedded in every word.

"But this time, it's my turn to start the game."

In his right hand, the heart-shaking card slowly emerged—

The Supreme Twelve Cards: Lord of Destiny.

The card surface was as dark as the night sky, with the thread of fate wriggling across it. The eye in the center, which seemed to be peeping at everything, slowly opened.

It seems to be watching the situation being reversed.

Alison was stunned. "You want to use it? Now?"

Siming nodded slowly, and the card vibrated strangely at his fingertips, as if responding to some predetermined fate.

He closed his eyes and murmured softly:
"Truth and lies, the entanglement of fate... This time, I will weave a new script for you."

A faint, imperceptible laugh could be heard from the cards, as if fate itself was sneering contemptuously at the gambler.

"I want to see if you can cheat fate itself."

The wind picked up again, and blood and ashes danced wildly on the sea.

The Whale Grave's elegy began to roar, as if it realized that some "power that does not belong to it" was quietly entering the game.

The Lord of the Whale Tomb and the Lord of Destiny, two mysterious cards, at this moment - start the bet.

(End of this chapter)