Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 150 Roaring Abyss: Battle of Behemoths

"In deep enough darkness, even the gods will hear the roar of wild beasts."

Holt roared in the ocean current, and the sound waves were like the roar of a deep-sea collapse, shaking the entire Dream Sea.

His rage was like a storm from the abyss, rapidly spreading in the darkness, its huge tentacles reaching out from the turbid sea of ​​nightmares.
Stained with the marks of the undead and dreams in the sea, it pounced fiercely on the Lost with the power to crush everything.

Lilia's face was pale, her fingertips tightly clasped the card, and her whisper contained a hint of unconcealed pity and fear:
"Life System, High-Rank No. 479—'Nightmare Beast Entwined in the Abyss.' This was Holt's ultimate secret when he served alongside us... Now, he's actually turned these tentacles of nightmare towards us."

On the deck, Celian was already standing at the side of the ship, blood flames rising from her feet, and a hungry fighting spirit appeared in her eyes.

Like a Blood Emperor awakening: "Finally... the mysterious battle of high-level life forms... my longing has finally been fulfilled."

Just as she was about to jump into the dream sea, she suddenly stopped in mid-air. She was shaken violently, and the deck under her feet made a crackling sound.

It's sea pressure.

It was not an ordinary pressure, but a soul-calming force from an ancient monument that was like the pressure of the universe, nailing her to the spot like a seal.

“Damn it…” Celian gritted her teeth, blood-red flames surging in her palms as she tried to break the pressure.

A heavy hand pressed on her shoulder.

"This is not your stage." Baroque walked out from behind her, his voice as heavy as the rock on the bottom of the sea.

There was a cold light in his eyes, his back stood straight in the wind, and his muscles bulged under his clothes like raging waves.

"This is the battlefield of the Sea Clan."

As soon as he finished speaking, he took a step forward, and the whole person rushed out from the deck, like a mountain falling into the sea, and fell heavily into the sea!
"boom!!"

The sea surface exploded into huge white flowers, whirlpools rolled into the sky, and a sea energy as big as a mountain rose from the broken waves.

The next moment, everyone was horrified.

Baroque's body swelled violently in the sea, his blood flowed backward, and his bones cracked.

His entire body quickly disintegrated and reshaped, like a god descending upon the sea, his body covered in scales, his hair transformed into thousands of strands of seaweed, his body entangled in raging waves, his massive form towering like a peak.

The intermediate life system secret·Tide Giant is fully released.

The giant Baroque roared, like a whale roaring and shaking the sea: "Roar——!"

He swung his fist like thunder at dawn, leaping out of the sea and punching Holt's tentacles that covered the sky!
--boom! ! !

Sonic booms, water waves, and sea light exploded at the same time, and the entire Dream Abyss seemed to have collapsed as if it had been hit by a punch.

The red and black tentacles wrapped around the giant's torso, like an evil spirit haunting him, and Baroque responded with an even more ferocious counterattack.

His punches were like falling rocks, his elbows like breaking mountains, punch after punch, smashing those nightmare touches into pieces, dyeing the sea a thousand feet deep with dark red blood!

Holt roared like crazy: "You betrayed me! You all betrayed me!!"

The tentacles danced wildly like thousands of snakes, trying to drag the giant into the abyss, and Baroque responded to the old oath with angry fists.

On the Lost, the deck was shaking with the battle and the masts were creaking.

Calvino's angry voice was louder than the wind and waves: "Baroque! End this fight quickly! If you don't leave now, the whole ship will be sunk by the two of you!"

Sima Ming and Ian ran towards the harpoon cannon at the same time. Sima Ming roared, "Lock on the ganglion! The reddish spot at the base of his tentacles is the key!"

"Fish scale mode, penetrating loading!" Fish patterns appeared on Ian's arm, and the harpoon turned into a lightning shadow that broke through the air.

Allison waved her hand and issued the command "Prepare incendiary bombs", and flames erupted on one side of the entire Lost. "The target is clear, don't let him cut off your companion's arm!"

And in the abyss, giants roared and devilish tentacles surged.

At the bottom of the dream sea, fragments of memories emerged like water columns - those fragments of fighting side by side.
Those names that have been betrayed by fate, those souls that have sunk into the deep sea and will never float up again.

And at this moment, two monsters, outside the laws of fate, judge each other with fists and hatred, obsession and blood.

This is a war between gods in the deep sea, a rebellion against fate in the deepest part of the Dream Sea.

The whale tide rolls, and the dream abyss surges.

This punch is for the oath; that blow is for revenge.

——After the Nightmare Gate, the real trial has just begun.

The two giant beasts were still fighting in the deep sea, their punches like thunder and their tentacles like mountains. The roars of Baroque and Holt tore through the water pressure and stirred the deep structure of the entire Dream Sea.

Every collision caused mountain-like undercurrents in the deep sea, like a life-and-death battle between gods and demons.

The Lost was running, rolling, and trembling in the chaotic undercurrent, like a sail held tightly by fate, which could break and shatter at any time.

The hull wailed in the interplay of sea pressure and rules, as if every spine was begging for breath.

Calvino gripped the rudder tightly, his knuckles white and his palms soaked with sweat.

His lips were tightly pursed, his eyes were cold, and his eyes reflected the doomsday channel where raging waves and flames intertwined.

"It can't hold on any longer..." He murmured, as if he was talking to himself, or whispering to fate.

Alison stood behind the harpoon cannon, her eyes burning like flames: "Lock on Holt's chest! Siming, prepare to fire!"

Siming nodded, the Thousand Faces in his hand reflecting a glimmer of destiny. He gritted his teeth, adjusted the crosshairs, and was about to pull the trigger when Rex shouted from the observation deck, "Out front—no! That's... what is that?!"

In an instant, everyone on the ship focused their attention forward.

"Whale Grave?" Lilia rushed to the bow and lost her voice.

The familiar silhouette—the Whale Grave, the behemoth of death and sleep—appeared before them again.

But this time, it was no longer controlled by Kerkosen as in the past. Instead, it devoured Kerkosen.

He was hanging from the bow of the ship like a hanged man, bound by invisible chains. He opened his mouth silently, only spitting out rolling bubbles. The bubbles burst, forming a strange whisper:

"Quick...go..."

Lilia's voice trembled, almost choking: "He is warning us..."

The hull of the Whale Grave had long since rotted away, covered in eyeball-shaped buoyant bladders, tentacles entwined on the mast, and the decks were covered in blurry patches of human faces.
It was as if the entire battleship was a stitched-up deep-sea corpse, covered with nightmare stitches.

The massive bow slowly opened, like the awakening maw of a deep-sea deity, whispering like a chant:
"Lord of Dreams... Lord of Nightmares... You—have entered a world that does not belong to you."

Siming's pupils contracted violently, and his breathing seemed to be frozen: "...That thing is alive."

Calvino turned his head suddenly, looking at every vein and every cable of the Lost: "Something is wrong... its structure is collapsing!"

Before he finished speaking, Holt's hysterical roar resonated through the deep sea:

"That's right! It can't hold up! Calvino—are you thinking of giving up again like you did last time?!"

Baroque roared back, "Shut up!!"

The two giant beasts collided again, and their punches slammed into the sea of ​​tentacles, causing a huge wave of blood.

Calvino looked at every crew member on deck.

Siming stood beside the harpoon cannon, holding up the card with a smile: "It would be a shame to give up - we've already made it this far."

Ian's voice came from Gao Fan, carrying the wind and waves and a smile: "Didn't you say that we want to get our memories back?"

Alison stood in the wind, her blonde hair flying, her eyes firm as a vow: "Don't stop. I don't want our journey to end here."

Calvino lowered his head, his shoulders trembled slightly, and then he smiled gently, as if he had finally reconciled with a certain obsession.

He slowly raised his head, his pupils like flames.

"It seems we can't retreat."

——The next second, the Whale Grave's huge mouth spurted out a bubble of water that was too huge to describe.

The shock wave swept across the deep sea and slammed into the Lost!

boom! !

The deck collapsed, the spine broke, the mast bent and broke instantly, and the whole ship twisted and almost torn apart in the wailing.

An irresistible "force of rules" descended with the shock wave.

Cards burn.

The soul trembles.

"The Lost One—Return Card Form!"

Calvino felt as if the world had been turned upside down. He watched helplessly as the Lost turned into a point of light in the impact.

It disintegrated and condensed into a dark blue card surface, flying back into his palm.

"We were... left behind?" Siming murmured, taking a last look at the broken harpoon cannon.

The next second, huge waves swallowed everything.

The sea collapsed and gravity flipped.

One after another, they were swallowed up by the elegy of the Whale Tomb and the rules of the Dream Sea, and thrown into a deeper abyss.

Calvino seemed to hear Lilia's last whisper:
"...Will it fail this time...?"

Then--

An invisible door slowly opened in the deepest part of the abyss.

Its shape is like a huge mouth, hidden in nothingness, silent, but terrifying.

It leads neither to heaven nor to hell.

It is the Devourer's Gate prepared by the Nightmare Lord for those who dare to spy on the "Dream".

And all the Lost, at this moment—

Everyone fell into a nightmare.

(End of this chapter)