Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 136: Whale Grave Sea Battle: Broken Bones
"I used to use you as a lamp, and now I use you as a monument."

The Whale Grave Ship is a ship of bones, with masts like broken ribs and sails covered with the blood of the dead, like sacrificial skin.

The black wind whistled past, bringing with it a salty and fishy smell. What it blew was not the route, but the horn of death.

Ian lightly pressed the wind whisper earrings, and the sound of the wind whispered in his ears, as low as the breath of a lurker: "Murderous intent, all around."

"I'll go clean it up." He whispered, his cloak fluttering, and he transformed into a gust of wind as he leaped down from the mast and headed straight for the battle line.

At the end of the deck, a huge shadow slowly stood up. Its skeleton was twisted and it was covered in whale-skin armor. Its body was like a reef sleeping on the seabed, cold and indifferent.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, Baroque." His voice was hoarse and heavy, like a sarcophagus being pried open.

That was Greg Belog, the "Boneless General" of the Whale Grave.
There was an eerie silence amidst his dormant aura—like a battle puppet awaiting its end, or like an undead god of war.

"...Me too, old captain."

Baroque slowly raised his head, the red fighting spirit in his pupils surged like a tide, without a trace of joking.

His footsteps were as heavy as drumbeats, and each step turned the old master-disciple relationship into a foreshadowing of the battlefield.

The deck between the two of them seemed to be frozen in time, transformed into an ancient arena - no wind, no words, no movement.

Baroque slowly clenched his right knuckles, and his bones creaked.

The six stars of reason on his arms were dimmed, like sealed scars.

That was the starlight that went out after he drank the "Embracing Echoes", just to usher in the purest battle.

He took a deep breath and slammed his left foot down on the deck. With a bang, it sounded like a hammer hitting the ground, shaking out a thin mist.

In response to him, a bone spear came breaking through the wind!

Gregor's first strike was merciless and without even any warning.

The bone spear turned into a shadow and pierced the throat, whistling like a whale.

Baroque attacks!
The iron fist met the bone spear, and the moment of collision, a roar of metal and flesh erupted. The sound of bone-breaking echoed between the hulls, and even the masts in the distance trembled slightly.

"Hmph, you've become stronger." Gregor said hoarsely, and there was no praise in his tone, but more of confirmation.

"The same to you, old captain." Baroque grinned and spat out the blood from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes became brighter.

There were no extra words, only fists and feet clashing like waves and fighting spirit surging like waves.

The first star of reason lit up on the back of his palm.

The bone spear swept across, and the sound of breaking wind broke the silence. Baroque lowered his body, his footsteps were like thunder, and he stepped out on the deck like raging waves.

He slid to one side, his body rolled like the tide, and punched back!

boom! !

The fist was like a cannon hammer, slamming into Gregor's whale skin armor, causing sparks to explode and the bone armor to crack.

Baroque's fist bones were slightly broken, but he did not retreat - instead he took a step forward and kept close to the opponent without retreating!

The body of the life system is a crucible forged for battle.

His bones would regenerate, his blood would boil. He wasn't avoiding death, he was chasing after it and punching it.

Gregor chuckled, his eyes flickering behind the mask, his emotions mixed.

"Do you remember the first lesson I taught you?" he suddenly asked.

"'Don't be afraid of the pain.'" Baroque took a deep breath, with blood streaking at the corners of his mouth.

"Wrong." Gregor suddenly stepped forward and struck Baroque's chest with his knee like thunder!
boom! !

Bones broke and Baroque was knocked back three steps, his chest collapsed and blood gushed out.

"What I taught you is that pain is the beginning of life."

He raised his hand and shook it, causing the bone spear to tremble. Four floating bone blades made of mysterious bones suddenly rose into the air, circling around him, their sharp edges like a school of sharks.

Intermediate Life Card - [Bone Sea Floating].

Each floating bone blade has its own killing intent, like the fangs of the undead, automatically tracking and killing. After hitting the enemy, it will extract the enemy's vitality and feed it back to the caster.

"I'm not here to kill you." Gregor whispered.

"I know." Baroque adjusted his breathing, took a lunge, and put his fists at his waist.

"You came—to be killed by me."

He grinned, his eyes like fire, so intense that it was impossible to look directly at them.

Bone blade flying attack!

Baroque suddenly exploded, and a ten-meter-tall phantom of a sea giant appeared behind him, surrounded by raging waves, and his fists were like thunder!

"Tide Giant: First Form!" Boom!!!

He threw a punch with a force as huge as a mountain, carrying mysterious energy to shatter the three bone blades!

At the same time, scale-like muscle patterns appeared on his right arm, and his vitality was boiling like magma!

He rushed to the core of the attack, faced two bone blades piercing him, and resisted them, punching Gregor in the chest with both fists!
The bones are sunken and the whale armor is broken!
The second star of reason lit up on the back of his hand!

The two men retreated at the same time, and blood fell like rain on the deck that had been cracked by the battle, staining the wooden boards red and the night sea red.

After a moment of silence, Baroque curled the corner of his mouth and wiped the blood from the corner of his lips.

"Old Captain... that move you just used must have been practiced secretly."

Gregor chuckled as well, his chest still rising and falling.

"It's you who can take a beating."

This is not a battlefield.

It was the last lesson between master and disciple, a fight for their lives.

"Very good." Gregor sneered, his voice as low as the scraping of an iron blade stranded on the bottom of a ship against the stone.

"You're not the spineless person I knew."

His eyes were like sharp swords, locking onto Baroque, his tone suddenly cold:

"What a shame—I'm no longer your old captain."

He raised his head, his chest rumbling like a drum, took a deep breath, and a beast-like growl emerged from his throat.

The next moment, all the bones in his body began to twist violently, his muscles and bones intertwined and expanded, and his blood vessels bulged like earthworms, covering his skin.

"Legacy Entries: Bone Armor Appears."

Kakakaka——! !

White bones protruded from the flesh on his back, like a cage growing on a living person, or like the arms of a dead person reaching out from behind, slowly wrapping him up.

A giant skeleton structure spread out behind him, like wings of death, covering the entire deck.

His body suddenly grew to two meters and five, his arms turned into bone mechanical arm armor, layers of bone shields covered his whole body, and he stepped into the battlefield like the King of the Ghouls.

There was no life in his eyes, only instinct, violence, and oppression that could not be disobeyed.

"This is me, Boneless General Gregor, Full Battle Form."

It was a living war machine, a monster that embodied the Church of Slumber's ultimate understanding of "life transformation," a fusion of combat, trickery, and death.

The deck groaned with every step he took.

The air suddenly became heavy, as if I was being pulled into the depths of the ocean, unable to breathe.

The entire Whale Tomb ship vibrated slightly, and even the main mast seemed to be bent by the released aura. The wind avoided in the distance, and even the waves stopped briefly.

And what responded to him was——

The third star of reason in Baroque quietly lights up!
At the same time, the shadow of the tide giant behind him collapsed and reconstructed. The giant shadow became more majestic, with arms like mountains, waves rolling on his shoulders, and anger rising like a tsunami.

"This is also me, Tide, in the form of a Tide Giant."

He said nothing, but took a step forward, and the floor collapsed with a loud bang.

His body began to release tidal waves, and the lines of muscle rolled under his skin, as if another giant was about to burst out from his flesh and blood.

The air between the two of them was as hot as a furnace. Even the undead sailors on the Whale Graveship instinctively retreated. The bone blades wailed and the rigging shook violently, as if the entire ship was trembling.

They have no way out.

Because this is a battle of oaths between life systems.

Either you die or I die.

It wasn't a battle—it was a ritual performed with flesh and bones.

The wind had died, the waves were still, and from the mainmast came a faint wail, like a whalebone being ripped apart by a wind blade.

On the deck, Baroque and Grego stood facing each other, blood slowly flowing from behind them, like twin sacrifice lines drawn on the battlefield.

The smell of death has become like rust in the air.

And they are just the remaining lights that have not fallen yet.

The next second, the entire deck was about to burn.

(End of this chapter)