Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 138: Whale Tomb Sea Battle and Whale Tomb Blockade
"They say the gods are immortal. But I remember that even the most ancient beings once slept in blood and fire."

In the Whale Grave Sea, the gray sky that makes no distinction between day and night hangs down over the sea like a heavy grave cloth, with broken ships and sails floating on it, like pieces of memory that have shattered dreams and sunk into the deep blue.

The sea fog rolled in, the salt tide was biting, and the broken masts in the wind made intermittent clattering sounds, like whale bones groaning in the water.

And that huge ship, the Whale Grave, was like a sleeping sea beast, as big as an island, lying on the edge of the battlefield.

Its shadow covered the entire sea surface, swallowing up the light, like a shadow gate at the edge of the world.

To the right of the Whale Grave, the frigate "Tide" was falling into a purgatory of fire and iron.

The Blood Crown Ship - The Crown was like a howling deep-sea war wolf, carrying a red flag and raging waves, crashing through the side of the Tide. The sound of the hull being crushed was like the earth's crust breaking.

The boarding hook dropped, and the battle bridge fell to the ground like a steel tooth, followed by a violent roar!
"Charge—Terián!"

Lester Halls roared and rushed into the sea of ​​fire, his hammers roaring, his body covered with broken armor, biting a nail like a roaring angry god.

The Terrian stormtroopers he led crushed the remnants of the battleship like mad steel dogs, shattering decks and breaking masts, and the flames turned the Tide into a floating purgatory.

On the deck where blood flowed like a river, Sabine was wearing torn armor, holding a single sword in her hand, her face as pale as paper, but she still held the last line of defense.

In front of her, Elther's left arm had already drooped, and her right hand was tightly grasping a broken rapier, trembling as she tried to block Lester's landslide-like attack.

boom--!
Alfred slowly walked out from the smoke, holding a heavy black gun in his left hand and a silver-white long sword in his right hand. His boots stepped over the pool of blood, and every step was like the god of death stepping on the clock, telling the time to reap souls.

Else was unsteady on his feet, blood gushing from the corner of his mouth, but he grinned wildly:

"It's useless... Killing me will only send me back to sleep... The Lord of Sleep... will not allow His followers... to sleep forever..."

He just opened his mouth, and the next second, silver light flashed.

The sound of a severed throat was like the last shriek of a beheaded seabird.

Else fell to the ground with her head tilted back, only blood bubbles swirling in her throat.

Sabine turned around in horror, only to meet Lester's iron-like eyes.

"you--"

The hammer fell like thunder.

Her head rolled under the hammer, and a rose-like blood flower splattered on the deck, falling under the broken flag and spreading quietly.

Before the smoke cleared, Lester spat out the nail in his mouth and grinned, "Next?"

Alfred said calmly:
"Close the net."

"Whale Grave—Start Slaughtering."

On the main bridge of the Lost, Lilia sat quietly at the bow, her long hair gently blown by the wind, and light blue secret words spread like a tide, connecting the strategic centers across the battlefield.

The battle on the Tide in the distance has ended.

Alfred's voice pierced through the whispered realm, clear as iron:
"Whale Tomb's right guard ship, cleared."

The next moment, Sima Ming's voice came in, his tone was lazy, but with a hint of teasing and sharpness:
"Lorient, Nasir, the cleanup is complete. Should we go and collect the debt from the dealer, Commander Alison?"

Then, Baroque's voice, as deep as the collapse of the seabed, sounded:
"Gregor... he rests in peace."

"The account of the Whale Grave—it's time to settle it."

Alison stood at the front of the bridge, gazing at the massive black ship in the distance, which resembled a mountain or a tomb. Her eyes were as cold as ice, but her tone was filled with a smile that was almost joyful.
"Okay, friends."

She turned her head to look at Calvino: "It's time for the main course, Captain."

Calvino did not respond as usual.

He stood in front of the helm star pattern, staring at the huge shadow of the Whale Tomb that seemed to swallow up the sea and sky, his brows furrowed like a distorted tide line.

"…something's wrong." He whispered.

Deep in his pupils, he reflected the imperceptible ripples beneath the hull of the Whale Grave; that was no ordinary tide.

It was something—something awakening.

That's not a huge ship.

It was a dream in which a god had not yet died.

The fleet in the entire sea area, like a giant hunting net that had been set up long ago, slowly gathered around the Whale Tomb.

The gun ports were open, the chains were taut, the gunpowder piled up like a mountain, and the air was filled with the smell of rust and spells.

The Crown, the Flame Reaper, the Bonebreaker, the Dark Whisper, the Shackled Son... Dozens of pirate warships formed a circle of flames in the stormy sea.

Every ship unleashed its ultimate firepower: solid bullets, shrapnel, chain shells, armor-piercing rounds, and even several "mysterious cannonballs" crafted from mysterious mystical gold, their barrels already loaded, their heat roaring like molten lava. More cards were activated, and countless mystical runes swirled across the sky. Wind and fire spells tangled in the air, transforming into blades and lightning, igniting the entire sea.

"Prepare fire."

"Reloading complete."

Alison stood on the bridge platform, her cape whipped up by the wind, her eyes like blades. With a wave of her arm, she severed the last of her wait.

"Fire!!"

Thunder suddenly roared!

It was as if the wrath of God descended from the sky, the sea surface trembled, and the entire Whale Tomb sea area was reduced to a fiery trial field of doomsday in an instant.

Hundreds of naval guns roared at the same time, flames were like waves, smoke rose into the sky, and the entire Whale Tomb was instantly swallowed up in a sea of ​​red fire!
The explosions continued, like a series of volcanoes erupting at the same time, water columns rushed up to the height of three decks, heat waves covered the sky, and thick smoke billowed like the surging River Styx.

But when the flames died down, the waves slowly receded.

The entire sea area fell into an eerie silence.

——The Whale Tomb remained motionless.

No, it’s not that he didn’t move, but that he wasn’t hurt.

On the surface of its huge city-like hull, an almost imperceptible layer of dark blue lines emerged, like a deep-sea sacrificial oration, flowing faintly above the deck, like some kind of curse - no, it was a rule.

It swallowed up all attacks.

"What...what's going on?" Ian murmured, frowning.

Rex was silent for a moment, a blue light quietly appeared in his right eye, and the Destiny Vision was activated. The mirror light of the Siren reflected the dark blue flag fluttering on the top of the Whale Tomb bridge.

That was no ordinary flag.

That's Kerkosen.

He "entangled" there, his body transforming into countless black tentacles like vines, embedding himself between the flagpole and the deck, "merging" the entire Whale Tomb with himself.

"...I know." Rex gritted his teeth, his voice as cold as steel, "He's cheating."

"Whale Grave Elegy, Rule One: As long as Kerkosen is in the Whale Grave, he cannot be attacked."

"And now... he's even transformed his own 'existence' into part of the flag, completely becoming part of the Whale Tomb itself. All the artillery fire—is just a gust of wind to him."

Alison scowled and repeated the rule softly, her knuckles clenching.

"Elegy for the Whale's Grave... Rule One."

The next moment, she punched the side of the ship and roared angrily:

"Damn it... this is fucking cheating!!"

The side of the ship vibrated, the iron sheets curled up, and even the wind seemed to be blown back by her.

Calvino stood at the bow, his white hair ruffled by the strong wind.

He slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath of the cold salty air, and when he opened them his eyes were like cold blades.

He spoke, his voice low but louder than any other words.

"Since he won't come down..."

He slowly drew out his sword. The red blade, which had been hidden in its sheath for many years, now emitted a rare dark flame luster, which made his eyes full of blood-red reflections.

"Then let's go up and take him down, flag and all."

"Lost, all ships prepare for 'Shadow Sailing', activate the ship's autonomous cruise, and avoid all fire locks."

"Crown, cover us."

He turned his head and looked at the entire battlefield. His voice was no longer cynical as usual, but calm, accurate, and with a kind of firmness that only appeared in desperate situations.

The corners of his mouth slowly curled up, it was a long-lost, true smile declaring war.

"We're going to climb onto Whale Grave's coffin and collect his gambling debts."

The sea breeze howls and the whale grave rumbles.

Between the skylight and the tide, an ultimate showdown is slowly unfolding.

The final battle of Whale Tomb officially begins.

(End of this chapter)