Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 141 The End of Whale Tomb
"The King awakens from his deep sleep, not for redemption, but for judgment."

"The red fog is coming. Who dares not to burn the whale's coffin?"

Above the Whale Tomb, the wind suddenly stopped, as if the entire sky had held its breath.

The next moment, the Red Dragon broke through the clouds in the sky, and a red mist like dragon flames rolled up.
Like a spark that spreads across the prairie, it unleashes its scorching power at the top of the Whale Falls Sea.

It is not a ship, but more like a sleeping dragon waking up in the sky, wrapped in blood-red mist.
The dragon scales shone brightly, and the dragon head sculpture seemed to be breathing out, and every time it swayed, the sea water was spread out.

On top of the dragon head, Xu Long stood in the wind, wearing a red cape, like a king walking out of the flames.

He looked down at the Whale Grave, his eyes calm and almost indifferent, as if there were no rivals in the world and no emotions to disturb him.

His eyes were like a ray of light opened by fate in the abyss.

He extended a finger, without hesitation, pointing to the very core of the Whale Grave - the nautical flag that was perched on the bow and tightly entangled by Kerkoson's tentacles.

That finger, like a judgment of heaven and earth, revealed the true end of the gambling game.

——Mystery Card No. 893·High-level·World Series·Ghost Ship [Red Dragon].

As the card is activated, the Red Dragon responds to its master's will as if it has a soul.

The ship shook and instantly disintegrated into rising red mist, transforming into a majestic dragon-shaped outline, circling down in mid-air.

The fog was like scales, the flames were like bones, and the dragon head swooped down towards the Whale Tomb. Before it roared, the sea had already stagnated!
The veins of the whale bones on the Whale Tomb, originally like cursed patterns carved by gods, were transformed the moment the red mist touched them.
It actually began to twist, fall off, and disintegrate rapidly, like a skinned creature, struggling powerlessly.

The wailing of the whale tomb sounded, but the crowd did not hear the sound, but they all felt a strong sense of oppression in their hearts.
It was as if the entire ship was being pulled out of the abyss of laws alive, exposed in the blood rain of reality.

Celian suddenly looked up, her red eyes flashing, and she murmured softly: "...The domain is collapsing."

Calvino's brows knitted together, his voice deep, "It's not a collapse, it's - being swallowed up."

Siming stood on the side of the Whale Tomb deck, gazing at the raging red fog, with a solemnity in his eyes that he had never seen before.

He whispered, "Dragon Mist Swallows the World... He's going to swallow up the entire Whale Tomb."

Kerkoson was furious, his tentacles dancing wildly, and he forcibly activated the state of deep sleep.
However, as soon as it started, the entire tentacle seemed to be burned by flames, and a counter-shock exploded from the root.

Dark red blood mist spurted out of his mouth and he staggered backward, with red mist burn marks remaining where his tentacles exploded.

"You...you deprived me of my territory?" Kerkosen growled, and for the first time, real fear appeared in his eyes.

But Xu Long's response was as calm as cutting iron.

"I'm not depriving you." His voice pierced through the mist and fell coldly.

"I'm a—replacement."

The entire main ship, the Whale Tomb, has been completely swallowed by the red fog, as if it had been taken into the lungs of a giant dragon, with every inch of its territory being torn apart, erased, and reconstructed.

The original mysterious rules were burned like a scroll, and three burning texts appeared in the sky, engraved with the name of the Whale Tomb Elegy, but they were shattered one by one.

The dragon's roar sounded on the sea, as if fate was rewriting its own notes.

The hull of the Whale Tomb trembled, and layers of domain barriers collapsed.

Kerkosen's aura, which was originally as still as that of a god, was now like a prisoner insect before breaking out of its cocoon, trembling and groaning under the judgment of fate.

【Royal Suppression】, activated.

Elegy from the Whale Tomb—All the rules of the three major areas are frozen.

The Whale Tomb has become a cage.

The Red Dragon became the new master of laws.

At this moment, the Whale Fall Sea is no longer dominated by sleep.

It belongs to the dragon.

Belongs to——Xu Long.

The Whale Tomb is like an ancient castle stripped of its divine robes, exposed in the center of the storm, its domains collapsing layer by layer, and its rules burning like rags.

The whalebone deck exposed its original metal supports, and the whale relief became mottled. The entire warship seemed to have been reduced from a ship of gods to an altar.

Siming took a deep breath, his eyes reflecting the dragon shadow and the broken whale bones beneath the red mist. He smiled softly, "This is... the way of the Pirate King."

Before he finished speaking, a red-gold chain of laws slowly descended from the depths of the sky, like the judgment whip of the God of Thunder and Lightning.

That is the embodiment of the third rule—

At the bow of the Red Dragon, Xu Long stood at the forefront of the waves, holding a red-gold flag with dragon patterns wrapped around it and flames climbing up the pole.

The fierce wind blew, and his voice rolled down like a tide, shaking every inch of steel and flesh in the Whale Tomb:
"Lord of the Whale Tomb—Kerkosen."

"In the name of the Red Dragon, I initiate the covenant of kingship."

"You and I—unlock the mysteries and seal the fate with our fists."

——That was "Pirate King: Last Battle".

In an instant, a huge red and blue life and death contract emerged between the red mist and the whale bones.

The runes engraved on it were the ancient pirate oaths, which slowly unfolded above the main ship of the Whale Grave, as if the gods were writing the ending in heaven.

Kerkoson's face was ferocious, and his tentacles suddenly retracted. He roared like a deep-sea monster that was cornered, "You think I'm afraid of you?!"

"Of course you're not afraid." Xu Long's tone was calm, but his eyes shone with determination. "You're just afraid of being knocked down from your position as a god."

"You are not a god, Kerkosen. You are just a gambler who hides within the rules and speaks with his mouth."

The contract is completed - the battle is confirmed.

The Whale Grave shook violently, and the whale bones deep inside the hull began to resonate.
The power of the domain was forcibly withdrawn like the receding tide, the mysterious runes were extinguished, and the Whale Tomb Elegy was completely blocked.

Field invalidation.

Kerkosen's face changed drastically, and his tentacles shook violently, but he could no longer connect with the whale-patterned sea flag.

He was torn from the flagpole as if being skinned alive and fell heavily onto the deck of the Whale Grave.

Xu Longze slowly stepped out of the Red Dragon's Eye of the Mist Dragon, and the mist swirled like waves under his feet.

He was covered in red light, his right fist clenched tightly. The moment he landed, the vibration was like a bell, echoing through the body of the whale tomb. The place where he landed was exactly the base of the flagpole.

Kerkosen was forced to land, and the two men faced each other across the still-unextinguished line of rune fire in the center of the Whale Grave. The air seemed to be split into two worlds.

The red light and the deep blue meet, and death and faith solidify at this moment.

"You've lost everything." Kerkosen smiled coldly, his eyes venomous. "Do you know what you're gambling on?"

Xu Long did not retreat. His red hair was flaming like fire and his face was expressionless. He slowly tightened his right fist, and his knuckles turned white from excessive force.

His voice was not loud, but it was like a gust of wind that cut through all the waves and shouts:

"I'm betting on you—you don't have the guts to win."

The rune fire line exploded at that moment.

The next second, the two punched almost at the same time!

The wind from the fist tore through the air, and the collision of red and gray exploded with thunder on the top of the whale tomb. The power of flesh and blood fought against the wrath of the deep sea.
Fate broke from here, and the throne of the Lord of the Whale Tomb was shaken for the first time!
The fist wind rolled up the red mist and the deep blue corpse tide, and in an instant they collided violently!
The deck of the Whale Tomb suddenly collapsed three inches, and the entire giant ship seemed to have had half of its shell bitten off by an angry dragon, and it let out a deafening roar.

The steel rivets burst, and the whalebone mast broke and fell, as if the whale tomb itself was wailing.

Kerkosen's body was completely transformed into the "body of a deep diver". His arms had long lost their human structure and were fused with tentacles and bone blades.

Like a nightmare from the abyss peeling off bones, the attack carries the dual oppression of alien corrosion and spiritual penetration.

He swung his fists in an extremely strange manner, and each fist shadow seemed to be able to rot the air into cracks.

But Xu Long did not retreat even a single step.

His punches were like blazing flames, and every time he struck out, there was a loud bang, causing the sea breeze to reverse and sparks to fly.

He doesn't use cards or rules, but only uses flesh and blood and will to fight against the body of rules and challenge the body of fate.

Blood slid down from his brow, staining half of his face red.

The flesh on his shoulder exploded, and the bones were visible.

But he grinned, his voice sounding like he was laughing at the sea breeze: "This feels... much more comfortable than sleeping."

This battle is no longer a game of rules, nor is it a game of fate.

——This is a life-and-death struggle that tears apart all pretense.

The Whale Grave was like an altar before doomsday, with decks constantly collapsing, cables burning and breaking, and the mainmast collapsing.

The whalebone patterns around it were like broken nerves, with strange patterns flashing and wailing incessantly.

Everyone watched from a distance, and no one dared to intervene.

Siming narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze as cold as a mirror: "He is pulling out the flag for us."

Calvino looked at the battlefield and sighed: "No, he is fighting for himself...to regain the throne."

The final showdown is quietly approaching its climax.

Xu Long's figure flashed, and he approached with momentum like a wave, and his elbow strike was like a landslide.
It hit Kerkosen's chest hard, breaking his spine and dislocating his internal organs, causing him to fall heavily to his knees!

Kerkoson roared angrily, and his tentacles suddenly wrapped around Xu Long's ankles, and he swung him violently, throwing him onto the deck of the Whale Tomb!
"Boom-!!"

Wood fragments flew everywhere, a huge hole was blown out on the deck, and fog rolled up like waves!

But the next moment, Xu Long took advantage of the broken board and smoke to turn over, spun around and leaped into the air.
The figure drew a red arc of light, and the elbow blade was as sharp as a blade, smashing down straight!

"boom--!!"

Kerkosen's chest collapsed and he fell to his knees, blood gushing out of his mouth and his throat whimpering, as if he was being swallowed by the whale tomb itself!

He trembled and tried to get up, but saw——

Xu Long walked in the red fog, his body covered in blood. His figure was like a blazing flame, his eyes blazing with the fire of the immortal king.

"You... lost." Xu Long whispered slowly, like a judgment.

The corners of Kerkosen's mouth twitched. He wanted to laugh, to curse, to tear him apart with a high-level abyss spell.

But he couldn't utter a word.

All the secrets and rules in his body have been sealed by the Red Dragon's kingship, like a doll with a broken string or a soul in a cage.

His knees softened and he fell heavily to the ground. The tentacles in his body exploded one by one, like withered petals.

Beneath the Whale Grave, the once sleepless elegy began to hum, turning into mourning and finality.

The whale bones were broken in the lower bone compartment, like deep-sea remains mourning for their master.

Xu Long walked to the flagpole, and the red light reflected on the bloodstain on his forehead.

The Whale Grave Sea Flag that silenced the entire Dream Sea region and silenced Captain Wanhai,
Now it has become dull and faded, and its tentacles have curled up weakly, as if it knows that its master has been defeated and the flag must fall.

He stretched out his right hand and slowly—

Pull up the flag and the flagpole.

boom--!
The flag fell, like the curtain finally closing.

The Whale Tomb was declared defeated.

There was silence between heaven and earth for a second.

Next breath——

Ten thousand ships roared in unison! All the fleets raised their battle flags, horns blared, anger and celebration intertwined, the roar was like the rebirth of the sea god!
"The Red Dragon Returns!!!"

Siming stood at the bow of the Lost, exhaled softly, and spoke in a low, yet unprecedentedly relaxed tone, "This round... we won."

Chen Mei stood on the foremast of the Red Rose, the breeze blowing through her slightly messy long hair.

The corners of her mouth curled up, she looked up at the figure returning covered in blood and royal fire, and whispered softly:
"I told you he would come back."

The final battle of Whale Tomb—the curtain has fallen.

(End of this chapter)