Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 132 Leap Blade
"Tactics are not tools for survival, but blades that pierce the heart of a god."

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

"Captain, how long can your Shadow Jump last?"

Alison stood on the top of the Lost's bridge, her figure like a cold blade, her clothes fluttering.

His gaze passed through the burning sea and the sleeping fog, firmly locked onto the gigantic Whale Tomb that stretched between the sky and the sea.

The sea surface rolled violently, flames and smoke mixed together, and the spiritual shock in the dormant area hit every nerve like a tide.

The roar of battle flags, the whistle of artillery fire and the shouts of her companions echoed in her ears, and behind her, orders were circulating in secret words, and one friendly ship after another was being forced to the brink of collapse by the Whale Tomb Fleet.

Calvino stood quietly behind the helm, his long hair flying like waves. He looked at the battlefield, a calm smile on his lips.

"How long will it take? How long will it take?" He slowly stroked the tiller with his right palm, and the fate star map on his wrist began to show golden cracks.
The energy of Nightmare Gold surged in his blood. "The Nightmare Gold Siming won for us is enough for me to squander until the end of the world."

He raised his eyes, and amidst the rustling of the wind, his voice was unusually light: "Give me your orders, my Lord Commander."

Alison smiled, a cold and dazzling smile, like a blood-stained battle flag fluttering in the wind over the night sea.

"Then follow my tactics." She said slowly, her eyes like a sharp sword piercing the sea fog.

"We are going to clip Kerkosen's wings."

The Lost's mast was hoisted high, the battle flag was flying, and the ship suddenly released the energy of the "unrealistic navigation" rule.

Gray fog swirled up, and the waves surged like a dark current and receded.

The next second, the entire battleship suddenly blurred, turned into a shadow, and disappeared in the gap between reality and dreams.

Whale Tomb Ship [Sleeping Chip Number].

Lorient was leaning against the side of the boat, a dark blue deep-sea liquor sloshing in his glass.

He flipped the dice between his fingers, his movements lazy and sarcastic as always.

"This gamble is so boring that even fate doesn't want to roll the dice again." He sighed softly.

The next moment, a gray mist exploded from the starboard side, the cable swung and hit the deck, and a shadow broke through the mist!

Three figures rushed in from the mist——

Sima Ming, Rex, and Celian.

The shadow followed the man's movements, and the murderous intent filled the entire deck before it even arrived.

Lorient's pupils shrank, and then the corners of his lips lifted up, revealing the smug smile typical of gamblers: "It seems like a distinguished guest has arrived."

He slowly stood up, the dice spinning in his palm. "Then—another round?"

Siming's expression was cold, and his steps were unhurried. His voice was like a blade slashing across the gambling table:
"No thanks, your card skills are making me sleepy." His eyes were as sharp as the needle of fate, "We are here to make you shut up."

Rex followed closely behind, the light in his right eye suddenly increased, and the Destiny Vision was instantly activated.

His world froze for three seconds, and a strange trajectory appeared in his field of vision, pointing directly to the spinning dice above Lorient's head.

"That dice—is fake," he said coldly, murderous intent in his voice.

Celian's red eyes flashed, and the mark of the vampire clan quietly emerged. Her figure turned into a blood-red rainbow shadow in the wind.

Before the long blade was moved, the aura was already like a sea of ​​fire.

"Then let him see clearly what the real stakes are."

The moment the battle broke out, Lorient suddenly rolled the dice—

"Sleeping Gambler, meet the enemy!"

The moment the dice landed, a thick fog was released instantly. From the swirling fog, gamblers emerged one after another, fighting with knives in hand!
But the next moment, a flash of blood suddenly appeared.

Celian tore through the air at a speed faster than her domain, her bloody claws flashed, and she slashed at the enemy!

"Damn it?" Lorion's eyes widened as he exclaimed in shock, "High-level Life System?!"

Rex took a step forward, his tone calm and cold.

"Your fate has already been determined."

Sima Ming smiled, raised his hand gently, and flipped a black card between his fingers. The afterglow of the Lord of Destiny was like the flame of death, illuminating the end of the gamble.

The next second, Celian streaked across the sky like a red thunder, and with one sword, she smashed the ancient dice in Lorient's hand into pieces!

Metal fragments flew along with the dice, like the shattered fragments of fate. Lorient's face instantly turned pale as paper, and he was swept away by the turbulent airflow and crashed deep into the hull of the "Sleeping Chip"!
The gamble was shattered in the gray fog and blood.

And the Whale Tomb finally realized that their real bet was being torn apart step by step.

In front of the Whale Grave Battleship "Bone Ship", the Lost One leaped out again, and the shadow state continued.
The ship's hull passed by the side of the ship like a shadow of a dream, like lightning, leaving a trail of mist.

"Fire! Blow it up!" Greg Belog roared, his voice like rust chewing on the seabed.

Sleeping crystal bullets poured out, and the muzzle flashed with ghost-like light.
But all the projectiles penetrated the hull of the Lost, like hitting an illusion - unreal and impossible to hit!

At the moment when the two ships crossed each other, two figures jumped out from the side of the Lost and stepped onto the enemy ship's railing with precision and silence.

Baroque and Ian, force their way onto the ship!
"Hey, old captain." Baroque licked his back teeth, and raised the corner of his mouth with that familiar smirk, "This time, I can't show mercy."

"Very good!" Gregor gritted his teeth and roared, his whale skin armor cracked, and bone spears grew out from his shoulders like a spine. His arm bones intertwined and turned into two spears to slash horizontally!

"Then I don't have to stay!"

Ian's Wind Whispering Domain was fully activated, and the air around him seemed to be still.
He closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again, his eyes bright as light: "The bone spur on the left side is not healed, and there is a crack on the spear blade... move."

"I understand." Baroque leaped into the air like a tiger, and the axe blade chopped down with a fierce wind, cutting off his left spear!
Bone armor exploded! Bones flew everywhere!
"One more shot." Ian whispered softly, and his figure suddenly spun, the wind guiding his steps, avoiding the thrust, and stabbed Gregor's chest with a backhanded sword!

"I'm going to tear you to pieces!!" Gregor roared, blood mist scattered everywhere, and his arms waved wildly, but he had already been suppressed into a dead corner.

The power of the Whale Tomb was forcibly defeated for the first time in a head-on battle!
On the other side, the Tide advanced quietly in the whale mist. Sabine controlled the route like a siren, and the ship glided on the water like a dance, accurately drilling into the blind spot of the Crown's artillery fire.

"Damn water snake..." Alfred clenched his back teeth, his face as gloomy as iron.

"Avina, reload! Target - the two o'clock position of the cab, suppress with fire!" He ordered in a deep voice.

Evelynna had already changed the angle, and the artillery fire fell like hail, hitting the front cabin of the Tide accurately, forcing the other party to turn the rudder to avoid it!

"Lester, squad ready, crossbows advance, board the ship!"

"Understood!" The assault team was already ready, and the cables and crossbows were fired at the same time, whistling through the flames of war and hitting the side of the Tide!

At this moment, a song sounded leisurely in the middle of the deck.

Else slowly stepped out of the smoke, her long hair fluttering, and sang the song of the whale's grave: "Sleep... I came for you."

The sound waves penetrated into the mind like fog. For a moment, the people boarding the ship staggered and their eyes became dazed!
Alfred unsheathed his sword, breaking the sound with one blow, shattering the waves: "Your song is too slow."

He stepped into the battle circle with a stern expression.

Else's brows furrowed, and the melody of the Whale Grave Song suddenly broke.

The Crown Assault Team took advantage of the situation and rushed in, achieving their tactical goal!

On the bridge of the Whale Grave.

Kerkosen slowly stood up, and in his deep eyes, finally emerged a kind of anger that he had never felt before - suppressed anger.

He understood.

Allison's intention was not to confront the Whale Tomb Fleet head-on, but to separate the five fingers of the Whale Tomb, defeat them one by one, and cut off the channel of his will.

"Artillery support." He ordered in a cold voice, and the main gun of the Whale Tomb slowly turned. Magical energy gathered in the depths of the gun trough, like the mouth of the abyss opening.

but--

Alison was already standing on the bow of the Lost, her cloak fluttering and her eyes as sharp as frost.

A card leaped out from between her fingers, emitting a crimson golden glow—

[Advanced World Series——Doomsday Royal Battleship]!
The sky cracked, and a red warship like the end of the world came crashing down from the void, its masts like pillars, and the hull was swirling with red flames. With a sound that tore through the starry sky, it crashed into the Whale Tomb's front line!

Alison clutched the card in her right hand and murmured softly, "Ten minutes... I only need these ten minutes."

The Royal's muzzle opened, like the door to the end of the world opening, flames roared, and shells poured down!

The Whale Tomb shook violently, part of the deck exploded, and the whale bone rivets were shaken apart!

At the end of the bridge, Kerkosen's expression remained unchanged. He simply took a step forward, his robe as dark as the abyss: "... Very good."

His voice was as deep as thunder: "The real battle has just begun."

On the Whale Tomb, the dormant power surged again.

The Lost Fleet officially entered the Whale Tomb!

The battle to cut off the five fingers of the Whale Tomb has begun!
(End of this chapter)