Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 131: Battle Flags and Lamentations

"Death is not to be feared; what is to be feared is living in fear."

"A true warrior, even when he knows he will lose, plunges his blade into the enemy's heart."

The deck of the Whale Grave was empty and silent, with only the whisper of deep sea waves echoing within the hull of this giant fortress battleship.
It was like the heartbeat of a god, pressing the rhythm of the entire sea one by one.

Kerkosen stood on the high platform at the bow, half of his body engulfed by the domain light released by the Whale Grave.

It was as if the whole person had already merged with this ship of the dead.

He seemed like the incarnation of the will of the Whale Tomb, his eyes were as deep as the abyss, cold and calm.

He slowly raised his hand, and his bone prosthesis drew a trajectory in the air that could not be disobeyed.

The silent command to release.

Five figures appeared from different positions on the Whale Grave - some slowly rose from the stern platform,

Some spread their black wings on their sides, while others hung directly above the dome of the command hall, with the dim light of the whalebone holy emblem behind them.

The "Five Fingers" of the Whale Tomb obey the orders of the Lord of the Whale Tomb.

"—clean up the trash."

Kerkoson's tone was as soft as a whisper, but it was like a black tide gushing out from a crack in the abyss, penetrating the entire Whale Tomb bridge.

He didn't raise his voice, but it was loud enough to cut through all the noise.

"They are not worthy of my attack, nor of hindering this lamentation."

His gaze penetrated through the layers of fog and locked onto the resistance fleet in the distance that was forming a formation and attempting to go against the tide.

At that moment, there was no anger or fear in his eyes, only silent judgment.

"You go," he said slowly, "tear them apart. Bring back the Lost... I will personally ring the bell for its slumber."

Nasir Krosa bowed his head, his dark blue robe fluttering in the wind. He said solemnly, "Slumber will eventually come."

Gregor grinned, his whale-skin armor creaking.

The scarlet whalebone knuckles looked like claws about to open. "It's been so long since I've eaten a living person—this taste is driving me crazy."

The dice in Lorient's hand spun slowly, his tone frivolous and dangerous: "What a gamble... I want to see what those rebels are prepared to bet on."

Sabine quietly stroked her whalebone tiller, the smile on her lips as faint as the tide.

And Else hummed softly, the tune of the Whale's Grave Lament, a lullaby that could lull a pirate warrior into a dream and make him forget himself.

The next moment, the five Whale Tomb warships started up with a bang.

They popped out from the side of the Whale Grave like five finger bones. The hull was as black as ink, and soul mist and flames were wrapped around it.

They were like sharp blades in the tide of corpses, cutting through the waves in five directions of the battlefield, and rushing towards the resistance fleet with the will of the Lord of the Whale Tomb.

The Whale Tomb Fleet begins hunting.

On the other side of the Dream Sea Whale Fall Channel, a scarred but unyielding fleet was slowly forming up.

The Lost was like a shadow breaking through the waves, at the front of the formation, and the shadow cast by its bow seemed to be confronting the Whale Grave from a distance.

The Crown moved forward slightly, its guns fully loaded.

The ragtag fleet of fourteen ships, composed of deserters, remnants of the army, bandits and former pirates, were scattered around the two ships like broken stars, forming a broken but tenacious line of defense.

This is the final and life-and-death battle in the Whale Fall Channel.

At this moment, the fleets of both sides have officially entered the firing range.

On the bridge of the Lost, Alison stood on the mast platform, the cold wind blowing her cloak up.

Her flaming golden hair fluttered in the wind, and her eyes were like blades, locked onto the shadow of the Whale Tomb ship in the distance.

She knew that this was the final fight to the death.

It is also a fate they cannot avoid.

She raised her arms.

——"Blood George's Death Battle Banner"——

The crimson flag rose instantly, and in the fierce wind, it seemed as if an ancient god of war woke up from the flag and let out a silent roar!

At that moment, the areas of all ships in the Lost Fleet shook violently!

The bloody fighting spirit erupted like waves, covering every inch of the deck!
This is a contract of death and an oath made by the living to the dead.

"We have only one order - fight!"

Alison drew her sword, the sheath stained with blood, and at that moment, a whole sea of ​​red was reflected in her eyes.

On the Crown, Alfred roared, "Fire!"

The deafening roar echoed between the sea and the sky!

The fourteen ships of the miscellaneous fleet fired their cannons without hesitation, and the ammunition rained down like a meteor shower on the Whale Tomb Fleet!

They were no longer deserters, nor were they remnants of the army.

Under this banner, they are warriors of the same name:

——Bloody fighter.

Finally, the battlefield erupted in the first flames of a head-on collision. The Whale Grave Fleet's initial offensive was like a thunderclap, suddenly striking!

The "Sleeping Cannonballs" of the Sleeping Ship cut through the sky, dragging a trajectory of mind-suppressing strange power.
Exploding above the dome of the Sea of ​​Dreams, like a ghostly fire burning in the deep sea.

The sonic booms and blazing flames produced by the explosion intertwined in the air to form a strange rhythm, like the shriek of a breaking whale bone.

At that moment, the Blood George Death Battle Flag actually emitted a painful sound in the red light, and the flag cloth trembled slightly, as if the fighting spirit itself was disturbed!
"Front shield column, suppressive fire on the port side, hold steady across the board—hold on for three minutes, we still have a chance!"

Allison stood on the bridge, her commands coming like a barrage of bullets, calm and sharp, each word piercing through the wind, rain and noise.

However, at this moment, the true overwhelming advantage of the Whale Tomb Fleet was finally fully revealed.

Although the Whale Tomb itself is as still as a mountain, it is like the heartbeat of the sea god, releasing the [Whale Tomb Advent] domain every ten minutes.
The fluctuations in its domain are like the sound of a bell, like a curse. Every time it is released, a certain part of the battlefield is transformed into a "sleeping sea":
The waves were stagnant, the wind was disordered, the ship was slow, and the crew's will seemed to have been drained away.

It stands still, acting as the "star" of the entire battlefield, and its five fingers are the comet tails sweeping across the stars!

The moment the Whale Tomb Fleet joined the front line, the battlefield became jagged and the movement lines instantly became chaotic.

Each sleeping ship is like a hunting warship woven from the dead and the weird.
They have no regular trajectory, only one goal: to destroy, devour, and put to sleep.

"Suppress the left wing with fire! Evelynna, destroy the main gun position of that whalebone ship!" Alison gave the order promptly.

"Leicester!" Alfred roared from the bridge of the Crown. "Bring the commandos aboard! Target: enemy ship's central hub, clear out!"

The Crown did not retreat but advanced, its bow forcefully ramming into the enemy ship. The roar of steel tore through the deck, instantly opening a bloody path for the commandos!
On the helm of the Whale Tomb ship [Shioyakusho], Sabine smiled slowly, her long hair dancing with the spiritual flow like seaweed.

She simply moved the tiller slightly, and the counterattack was as precise as the tide, and the Crown was immediately surrounded by three ships.

"What a beautiful trap." Alfred gritted his teeth, but an excited smile appeared on the corners of his mouth, "But we... are not prey."

At the same time, on the Whale Tomb ship [Sleeping Chips], Lorient easily threw a black gold dice, his gesture as elegant as a magician.

The dice landed with a soft thud: "Five."

He whispered, "In five seconds—something's going to happen to that ship."

Five seconds later, a fire suddenly broke out in the rear cabin of a support ship, the hatch burst, steam gushed out, and an entire group of sail operators were blown away.

"Damn it, it's the enemy's secret trick!" Rex's pupils constricted. "That's Lorient's interference! Quick! We must send someone over to stop the losses!"

The oppressive force of the Whale Tomb Fleet is like a giant palm falling from the void, with strange power wrapped around the palm and divine tactical suppression spewing out from between the fingers.

It is not just strong, it is precise, oppressive, supernatural, it is the personification of Kerkosen's tactics!

But in this huge wave, Alison stood like a lone peak.

She stood under the battle flag, her blade unsheathed, her figure blending into the fluttering blood-red flag. She seemed to have become the nerve center of the battlefield, and wherever her eyes went, the battle line was created.

"We will fight to the death!"

Inspired by the Blood George domain, the eyes of every soldier in the fleet glowed crimson. It was not a mysterious supernatural power, but the burning will itself.

They are not afraid of pain, and do not fall down despite being injured. They are like an ancient army awakened from hell, responding to the oppression of the Whale Tomb with blood and fury.

On the other side of the thick fog, Kerkoson slowly opened his eyes.

“——Nothing more.”

The deck of the Whale Grave shook slightly, and a new domain wave surged out from the depths of the hull. Sea water rose from the bottom of the sea like a tide flowing back in a dream.

"Territory summons, second release."

This round, he pressed the power of the Whale Tomb directly between the Lost and the Crown!

It's "division".

An area of ​​sea was penetrated by the light of whale bones, tearing the center of the joint formation apart!

"They are very tenacious." Kerkosen seemed to be talking to himself, his eyes deep, "but in the end... they don't understand what fate is."

At this moment——

Alison looked at the sea chart and her brows suddenly moved slightly.

"……what are they doing?"

Calvino leaned closer: "Enemy fleet?"

"No." Alison stared at the Whale Grave's propulsion pattern, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Too neat. Too... deliberate."

She turned and looked at the Whale Grave, the main ship in the distance, her tone cold but with a hint of excitement:
"All their tactics are aimed at clearing out the outer ships, forcing us to defend, disperse, and tire us out."

"Their goal from the beginning to the end has never changed."

Calvino whispered, "The Lost One?"

Alison nodded slowly, her eyes sharp as blades, a dangerous curve at the corner of her lips.

“They are afraid of us.”

"Because we have their nemesis in our hands."

Calvino said in a deep voice: "You mean... to gamble your cards?"

Alison raised her hand, the blue-gold card spinning between her fingers, and a shadowy pattern of a splitting sky faintly appeared on the card.

"I have a plan," she whispered.

"The code name is - Shadow Leap, Combat Power Projection."

(End of this chapter)