Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 130: Whale Fall Sea Battle
“Before a storm, the birds are always silent.

And real pirates—they only sing war songs."

Whale Fall Channel.

The fog was rising, the waves were surging like mountains, and the sky was so low that it seemed to be able to break the mast.

The tide of death rolled over the sea, and invisible whispers sneaked into the air, chewing on the name of every warship.

The Whale Tomb stretches between the sky and the sea, standing silently like a mountain ridge.

It is not a ship, it is a moving temple of death, a floating castle on the sea, a giant made of steel and deep-sea skeletons.

The deck was as rugged as whale bones, and hung with rows of dried Sleeper battle flags.

The ship was one hundred meters wide and five hundred meters long, like a fortress on the sea, staring at the entire battlefield with a sense of irresistible judgment.

It didn't move, but the dormant fleet did.

Twenty-two dormant warships, like believers hatched from the festering deep sea, slowly advanced towards the battlefield.

They have no sails and no rudders, but glide across the sea at the will of the Whale Grave, like awakened tides - they are not there to attack, they are there to devour.

It was the soul of the loser in the Kerkoson gambling game, an extension of the dormant will.

Whale Grave, raising the flag.

A gray-blue battle flag silently unfolded on the mainmast made of tangled blood-red whale skeletons.

Those were a pair of closed eyes with feathery eyelashes, as if the owner of a dream was lying quietly in sleep.

When the battle flag was raised, the sailors on each sleeping ship closed their eyes. When they opened them again, they saw a dark blue in their eyes - the sleeping will had already possessed them.

At this moment, the survivor fleet on the other side has assembled.

The Lost emerged from the fog like a ghost ship awakened from a nightmare, and the shadow cast by the hull was no less than that of the Whale Grave Vanguard.

The Crown advanced forward, its firepower molten. Fourteen damaged but fiery-eyed pirate ships surrounded it, their formation chaotic but solid, like a spark in the tide, burning against the tide in the mist of whale fall.

On the top of the tall mast, Ian stood firmly on his feet, his cloak fluttering, and the wind whispering area expanded outward like a wave.

He closed his eyes and listened. On the wind came a deep hum and silent call from the direction of the Whale Tomb - that was the Whale Tomb's elegy breathing.

On every ship, the soldiers were ready to go; a fire was burning in everyone's eyes, which was the stubborn will tempered by despair.

"The Lord of the Whale Tomb has raised the flag."

Sima Ming stood at the bow of the Lost, his gray-blue robe rustling in the wind.

His white hair danced in the wind like a curtain, and his eyes penetrated the fog, looking at the huge ship that looked like a temple.

His voice was as sharp as a knife, cold and restrained:
"How are we going to fight, Your Excellency the Commander?"

Alison stood beneath the mainmast, her hand on her command knife, her back straight as a battle flag.

She snorted coldly, glancing sideways in the direction of the Whale Tomb, with a familiar arrogance in the corner of her eyes:
"It's just a small naval battle, not worth mentioning."

"As long as we are brave enough and no one backs down."

Rex wiped his glasses and shrugged with a smile:

"Retreat? We have no way to retreat. Do you want to spend a hundred years cleaning the decks for those octopus heads? I don't want to."

He glanced sideways at Ian.

"right?"

Ian smiled gently, stood in the center of the wind whisper, opened his hands, and the sea breeze swirled like a dragon:
"I'd rather die drunk in the arms of a female pirate than spend the rest of my life with a bunch of tentacled corpses."

By the rudder, Calvino stood as still as a mountain, his palm resting on the rudder, and the veins of his palm slowly flowed along the floating patterns on the star map in the steering wheel.

"Then I'll leave it to you, Alison," he said. "Let's see what you, the 'naval genius,' are really capable of."

Alison rolled her eyes but grinned.

"Don't praise me in that tone. I'll be proud."

At this moment, Lilia suddenly raised her eyebrows and reported in a low voice:

"...The Scarlet Rose Fleet wasn't connected to the whisper network. But they sent a message."

"explain."

"'The rose will die with the red dragon, and sing a lament for the whale's grave.'"

The air seemed to be still for a moment.

Alison raised her chin, revealing a familiar, heart-pounding smile, and curled the corners of her lips slightly:

"Oh? They want to make a big move."

She suddenly turned around, drew her command knife, pointed the blade at the Whale Grave, and spoke in a voice as cold as ice, as hard as iron, as loud as a war drum:

"very good."

"Everyone on board, follow my command!"

The Whispering Spirit leaped out from Lilia's fingertips, merged into the Windtalker's domain, and spread to the Crown and all Alliance ships.

She burned out the last star of her sanity, blood oozing from the corners of her lips, but her voice was as clear as a drum:

Allison's voice passed through the wind, through the fog, through every warship, and into the ears of every soldier and pirate:

"We're not fighting—we're risking our lives!"

"The victor takes the sea, the loser sleeps."

"I'm betting my life on this! What about yours?"

"bet!!"

On the bridge of the Crown, Alfred, holding his command sword, replied in a resounding voice:
"For the glory of the Navy—and for freedom!"

Artillery commander Avina licked her cracked lips and refocused her attention on the Whale Grave Fleet: "We should have fought to the death long ago!"

"Lester! Commandos are ready!" "Order received! Commandos will not retreat!"

At the same time, the bows of the fourteen dilapidated pirate warships all caught fire, like a pack of desperate wolves.

They were tattered, dilapidated, and bloodstained, but they all grinned and laughed wildly:
"Blood battle! Death battle!"

"Bet your life for freedom!"

"It is better to die in battle than to sleep in death!"

A whale falls into the channel and war breaks out.

The gamble of fate begins at this moment!

The Whale Grave Fleet began to move.

They are not driven by sails or wind, but by the regular force field created by the Whale Grave's Lament on the sea surface, just like sound waves controlling the tides, pushing the entire fleet forward at an irresistible rhythm.

The water swirled around the ship in an unnatural manner, as if driven by fear itself, swirling into dark whirlpools.

Behind the Whale Grave, Nasir Corosa stood quietly at the bow, his dark blue ceremonial robes fluttering in the wind, his expression like an ice sculpture.

He stretched out his right hand, pointing his index finger to the sky, and with his left hand he made hand gestures and whispered, the sound like the friction of whale bones.

In the center of the Whale Tomb fleet, dark blue bone patterns and veins suddenly appeared on the sea surface, like a whale's spine running across the sea, as if the entire sea had become the "nervous system" of the Whale Tomb.

The Whale Tomb Lament [Tide Roar] is activated.

--boom! ! !

A deep-sea whale roar erupted from the Whale Tomb like an oracle, shaking the entire sea.

The huge sound waves turned into a ripple field and swept across. Circles of sound waves were like a knife deep in the soul, exploding from the center of the Whale Tomb to the surroundings!

The front row of the Lost was the first to crash into the shock wave!
The ghost crew members howled and hugged their heads, their bodies twisted, and several of them were directly thrown off the deck and fell into the sea, struggling and dissipating in the gray fog!
"Eardrums burst, souls shaken... This is domain-level suppression!"

Lilia's expression suddenly changed, and she covered her ears and screamed, "The dormant will is forcibly suppressing our self-recognition!"

Alison gritted her teeth, pulled out her command knife and swung it, cutting off the remnant of the sound waves that were sweeping over her.

"Everyone, listen!" she shouted, her voice like breaking waves. "Crown, advance in formation! Lost One, prepare to enter Shadow Mode and avoid the main band!"

"Fourteen ships advance in a dispersed manner, luring the enemy deep into our territory and encircling the center of the Whale Grave Fleet—our target is the mainmast battle flag of the Whale Grave!"

"Whoever cuts the flag first will be the King of the Sea today!"

——Act immediately.

The Crown's hull cut through the sonic field, Alfred raised his saber high.

A sword cut through the sound barrier, and the ship roared with gunfire, rushing straight to the center line of the Whale Tomb Fleet!
"This is what a navy should be like." He said angrily in a low voice, "No death, no retreat."

Avina had already locked onto the blind spot where the Whale Tomb Fleet's firing ranges intersected: "Calculations complete! Salvo fire!"

Chain bombs poured down like a rainstorm, breaking through the defense line of the sixth ship of the Whale Tomb. The mast of the battleship was blown off, the hull turned sideways, and it was blasted out of the sea!
The Lost suddenly entered an unrealistic voyage.

——The hull turned into a shadow, shuttling through the left wing of the Whale Tomb Fleet, sweeping across like a ghost, appearing and disappearing!
Every time it appeared, it passed precisely between enemy ships. The ghost gun crew leaped onto the deck, beheaded, dropped bombs, and withdrew at a pace as fast as a falcon swooping down.

Alison's tactics were fully unleashed.

At this moment, a crack appeared in the encirclement of the Whale Tomb Fleet.

High in the sky, Kerkosen stood on the judgment platform of the Whale Grave.

He was not angry, but instead the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, as if he was watching a pleasant game.

"I see..." He slowly turned around and looked at the dealer beside him, "Lorient."

"Yes." The red-haired man spun the dice in his hand and smiled lazily. "What a good situation, Captain."

"Prepare for the end of the gamble,"

Kerkoson nodded slightly. "Since they crave glory so much, I will give them a glorious death."

——At the stern of the Whale Grave, the second battle flag was raised.

It was a gray-blue battle flag woven from the bones of sleeping whales and the souls of the dead, symbolizing the final mode of the Whale Tomb.

The moment it rose, the temperature of the entire sea area dropped sharply.

General Grego of Bones, wearing heavy whalebone armor, stepped onto the launching platform of the Whale Tomb main ship. Behind him was the legion of dormant sailors ready to go.

They were silent and quiet, as if they had already lost their souls, with only the "obsession" to carry out Kerkosen's orders remaining.

And beneath the sea, the Whale Tomb ship was shaking violently.

Cracks appeared on the whalebone deck, and blue bubbles like blood overflowed from the hull.

Following closely behind, twisted deep-sea monsters crawled out from the cracks!
They are losers, sea monsters who once sacrificed their souls in a gamble.

Now, they are the organs of the Whale Grave, the embodiment of sleep itself!
They fought for the Whale Grave and died for Kerkosen!

——On the bridge of the Lost, the battle situation is turning.

Calvino gripped the rudder and said solemnly, "The sea monster has appeared... The Whale Tomb's trump card has been revealed."

"Then it's our turn to play." Alison sneered, "Si Ming, it's your turn to show off your wealth."

All eyes turned to Sima Ming, high up on the bridge.

He calmly looked at the sea that had woven blood and lives into a gambling table, his fingertips stroking the cards of the Lord of Destiny, his voice so low that it seemed like a whisper.

"……very good."

He spoke softly, as if whispering to the entire whale tomb.

"Let's make a bet—an outcome that even God wouldn't dare to bet on."

——The Lost One, showing its cards.

(End of this chapter)