Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 42 Echoes of the Blood Feast
"When the covenant of fate is torn, the forgotten blood feast echoes once more, and blood will flow for the coming of the king."

The howls, screams and wild laughter of the vampires intertwined into a sound, and the battlefield was like an Asura hell.

The blood mist of the Blood Marquis of East Town swirled, the black wing blade of the Blood Marquis of West Town cut through the sky, and the blood wolf of the Blood Marquis of South Town tore through the air.
The blood clan army launched a crazy encirclement and suppression, and the murderous intent condensed into substance in the air, like an inescapable hunting net.

Sima Ming wandered around the battlefield, the ghost flame of Shiranui dancing on his fingertips. Every time he threw a card, the cold blue flame was like the tentacles of the god of death, turning the vampires into cold dust.

However, his gaze would occasionally glance towards the edge of the battlefield, landing on the figure that had not taken action.

The Bloody Night Tyrant, the true king of the Eternal Night Blood Alliance.

He stood in the blood-red shadow, his cloak fluttering. He didn't care about the Twin Princess' orders, nor did he really pay attention to the course of the battle.

He just stared quietly at everything in front of him, as if this brutal massacre had nothing to do with him.

But Sima Ming caught the subtle emotions hidden in his eyes——

That was not the hunter's indifferent gaze, but a restrained desire, a hidden temptation, or even a deep... uneasiness.

Those crimson eyes held an unasked question.

——My daughter, is she still alive?
Siming's heart trembled slightly.

In an instant, he understood the real reason why the Duke had not taken action yet.

The Duke didn't care about the life or death of outsiders, the outcome of the gambling game, or the orders of the Twin Princesses.

He just wanted to confirm whether the Blood Moon Princess, Celian, was still alive in this world.

And this answer... Siming can give it to him personally.

The blood clan's offensive became more and more violent. Siming dodged the claw attack of a blood clan earl and threw out a card with his backhand.
The sharp blade of the card swept across the enemy's neck, instantly severing the blood vessels. Black blood gushed out and spilled into the pool of blood on the battlefield, melting into a dark red silence.

But his thoughts were clearer than ever.

If the Duke's goal is to confirm Celia's life or death...

Then I'll let him see it with his own eyes.

Siming suddenly turned around, taking advantage of the chaos on the battlefield, grabbed Natasha's wrist, and pulled her aside. He lowered his voice, but his tone was unquestionable:

"Do you have 'Embrace Echo' in you?"

Natasha was startled and frowned. "Are you kidding? This potion that can extinguish the star of reason in advance, you know its side effects -"

"Give it to me." Siming's eyes were terrifyingly sharp, hiding some kind of crazy and firm determination.

Natasha had never seen Sima Ming like this.

She instinctively wanted to refuse, but those eyes made her pause.

His eyes revealed a calm yet crazy rationality, an air of someone who had already placed all the stakes on the table.

She was silent for a moment, gritted her teeth, took out a small bottle filled with crimson liquid from her waist bag, and handed it to Siming.

"...What are you doing, Siming, you want to..." Before he finished speaking, Siming had already raised his head and drank the entire bottle of liquid in one gulp.

The scalding liquid slid into his throat, burning his blood vessels like a blazing fire. Every drop seemed to be burning his nerves.
The star of reason on his wrist suddenly dimmed and turned into a shadow and disappeared.

Natasha's pupils shrank slightly, and her tone was filled with incredible anger:

"Are you crazy? You actually extinguished a star of sanity?! Do you know—"

Sima Ming did not answer her.

He just slowly stretched out his hand, pulled open his sleeves, and revealed the blood contract on his wrist.

That was a card that had never been shown.

The edge of the card is inlaid with strange dark red lines, and twisted runes appear on the surface, as if it is some kind of ancient forbidden contract, waiting to awaken in slumber.

He gently cut his wrist with a card, and blood slowly dripped onto the card surface, as if swallowed by some mysterious power. The card then emitted a strange bloody light.

Sima Ming recited in a low voice, with a barely perceptible hint of fanaticism in his voice.

"I use my blood to summon my servants—"

"Bloodhunting, Blood Moon Celian—"

"Answer your master's call."

The air seemed to freeze at this moment.

Everyone—whether they were the vampires in battle or the Duke who was still observing—were shocked by this sudden wave of blood.

The night was rolling, blood mist filled the air, and a scarlet shadow emerged from the card. Its long scarlet hair swayed gently in the night breeze, its blood-red pupils slowly opened, and a bloody smile appeared at the corners of its mouth.

She looked at Siming, gently licked the blood from the corner of her lips, her voice as charming as a whisper.

"Oh... Master, have you finally decided to let me join this game?"

She stood on the floating card, like a small puppet, tilting her head slightly, her gaze sweeping across the battlefield. The moment she caught sight of the Duke, her smile deepened. "Father... are you happy to see me?"

At this moment, the Duke finally moved.

His fists slowly clenched, and a barely perceptible tremor appeared in the depths of his blood-red pupils.

He finally got the answer.

His daughter is still alive.

But this time, she no longer belonged to him.

The Duke's silence was heavier than any words.

A strong smell of blood filled the air, as if some uncontrollable malice was slowly awakening, devouring everyone's sanity.

The battlefield suddenly fell silent.

All the vampires in the battle suddenly paused for a moment, their eyes all looking towards the summoning circle filled with blood mist.

The strange blood-colored lines slowly spread on the ground, twisting like a living thing, swallowing the spilled blood, forming a twisted and ancient blood curse.

The Duke's pupils suddenly shrank, and his heart seemed to be gripped by some indescribable emotion. Even he himself could hardly tell whether it was astonishment, anger, or... fear?
Natasha stared blankly at the card in Siming's hand and murmured, "A contract magic card unique to the vampire race... Blood Feast?"

Her fingertips trembled slightly, knowing full well what this card meant—

It was an ancient and cruel summoning ritual, which cost blood and was guided by a contract to summon a being that truly belonged to "blood".

"Use the blood contract to summon servants to fight..." Natasha couldn't help but take a breath, her voice trembling slightly.

"Si Ming, when did you hide something like this?"

No one could answer her.

The air suddenly trembled, and scarlet light exploded from Sima Ming's body, sweeping across the entire battlefield like a silent blood-red storm, dyeing the pale moonlight red.

Her scarlet hair flowed in the blood-red glow, enchanting and beautiful. Her figure was looming in the mist, like a shadow born on the night of hunting.

Her pupils, a deep crimson, were like the abyss of eternal night, reflecting everyone on the battlefield, and uncontrollable hunger and madness burned in her eyes.

She licked her lips gently, her voice soft and dangerous.

"Ah, my dear father."

She slowly raised her head, the smile on her lips evil and deadly.

"Your daughter is back."

She stepped out lightly, her bare feet stepping on the bloody sacrificial array. Blood mist surrounded her, like some kind of living creature, murmuring, licking, and craving.

With every step he took, a dark red afterimage appeared in the air, passing over the vampires present like a ghost.

A strange feeling of oppression spread.

At this moment, all the vampires subconsciously retreated, even the blood princes felt an indescribable hesitation in an instant.

They looked at her, at this existence that clearly belonged to the vampire clan, but yet made them instinctively feel fear.

She is no ordinary vampire princess.

She is a pure predator.

Vampires are supposed to be naturally proud and should be at the top of the food chain. They claim to be the ultimate hunters of humans and the predators with the noblest bloodline.

But at this moment——

When they looked at the girl in front of them, they seemed to see a predator of a higher level, as if their flesh, blood and souls had become her delicious prey.

The Duke's lips trembled slightly, and his eyes were fixed on her, as if he was trying to confirm something.

Is she Celian?
Is she still his daughter?
That familiar scarlet hair, that noble bloodline, that unignorable sense of oppression... everything undeniably revealed her identity.

However, her smile made him uneasy.

That is not the gentleness and dignity that belongs to the Princess of Blood Moon.

It was a predator's smile, full of teasing and bloodthirsty laughter, before tasting the delicious food that was about to enter his mouth.

She gently hooked her fingers and casually glanced at the vampires on the battlefield who were still in shock, as if selecting prey.

"Owner."

She tilted her head slightly, her red pupils shrank slightly, and her tone was as gentle as the whispers of lovers.

Her voice held a certain alluring charm, and every word she spoke carried the nature of a predator, revealing a shuddering hunger.

“Can I eat now?”

(End of this chapter)