Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 45: Return of the Impaler

"A throne is forged in blood, but only he who bears memory is worthy of being called king."

The Duke slowly raised his spear, and his fingertips gently slid across the scarlet spear body. The touch was cold and hard, just like the memories that had been dormant in his heart for a long time.

Wherever the fingertips touch, every knife-like blood mark carries a past, a killing, a decision, and a path that is crushed by fate but still struggles to move forward.

In his mind, light and shadow intertwined, and the land of his homeland that he was once proud of emerged - the towering castle.
The vast fields, the bluestone streets illuminated by the morning light, the people walking through the market, and the familiar and warm hustle and bustle.

He once rode his horse at full speed in the early morning, through the forest covered with morning dew, watched the soldiers sweating on the training ground, listened to the children running and playing on the street corners, and felt the light that still existed in this world.

He once sat before the throne, drinking the wine brewed by Elsa himself, watching her smile softly under the candlelight, her eyes as gentle as the moonlight.
Little Celian sat cross-legged in the courtyard, her chin resting on her hands, listening intently to the bard's story.

All of this was once his glory, his responsibility, and his protection.

——Until that day, everything was crushed by the iron hooves of the vampires.

The air was filled with the smell of burning, gloomy dark clouds hung low, and the screams in the streets were gradually swallowed up, replaced by dead silence and suffocating despair.

Night fell quietly, and the shadows outside the city began to wriggle, like tentacles of hell slowly reaching out and crushing the light.

He stood on the city wall, looking at the endless black shadows, watching them penetrate the sea of ​​fire and step over corpses, their scarlet pupils flashing with greed in the night.

Their fangs tear open human throats, swallow warm blood, and discard the dried-up carcasses with indifference.

They do not speak or laugh wildly, and they do not need to communicate with each other because they have the same goal - destruction.

The war drums sounded and the swords were unsheathed.

The royal court summoned Dellat, the Grand Duke of the Impaler, and led his army to fight.

His knights fought on the battlefield, their silver armor gleaming in the flames.

Their swords pierce the hearts of the vampires and burn their corpses. They march forward in blood and crush the enemy with their lances.

Using order to resist darkness, they have triumphed before, driving these nightmarish monsters from their lands time and again.

However, vampires never fear death. They never tire, never get hungry, and never get scared when their comrades fall.
They just kept coming, like the night itself, swallowing up all the struggling light.

The battle lines were falling back, and humanity's last barrier was finally torn apart.

He had thought that he could at least defend his castle, at least protect his family.

Until the flames of war reached his palace, the shadow of the vampires broke into his world and took away everything that was most important to him.

Elsa fell into his arms, her body was cold, her long golden hair was stained with bright red blood, and on her neck, deep fang marks were clearly visible.

Her palm trembled slightly, and she raised it with difficulty and touched his cheek. There was still tenderness in her eyes, but the light had been extinguished.

"Celian... please, be sure to... protect her..."

Her voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, like a leaf drifting in the wind. Her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something more.
But in the end, her fingers slipped weakly and her eyes slowly closed.

she left.

What she left him was not the last words of love, but an unfulfilled trust.

Dellat knelt in a pool of blood. He looked at his bloody hands and felt the burning pain in his chest.

He rushed into the battlefield madly, his sword swung down again and again, and his spear pierced the enemy's heart again and again.

He slaughtered all the vampires in the castle. His rage swept across the battlefield like a hurricane, killing all creatures that stood in his way. His murderous intent was so strong that even the vampires were afraid of him.

but--

Elsa is dead.

Celia...is dead too.

He knelt in the ruins and, for the first time, bowed his head to the darkness.

He no longer shouted or fought.

Because what’s the point of fighting?
His world is destroyed.

Then he heard whispers.

Darkness surged in from all directions, enveloping him like a tide. A faint voice echoed in his ears, like a whisper from hell.

"We understand your pain."

"Do you want revenge?"

"Do you want eternal life?"

"Do you wish to... control this world?"

The darkness opened its arms and gave him the right to choose.

He, Dellat, the Grand Duke of the Impaler, knelt in the night, offering his blood in exchange for eternal life, for power, for everything he had ever desired.

But he was never tamed.

The meaning of his survival was never for the vampire clan, nor for the so-called eternal life, but because of her last words -

"Please, you must... protect her..."

He thought that after becoming a vampire, he would be able to protect his daughter.

But now——

She stood in front of him, her silver hair loose, her bloodshot eyes alluring, and her lips slightly raised with a playful smile.
Her eyes were no longer innocent, but filled with bloodthirsty madness. She was no longer the little girl who once ran in the sunshine, but a monster that had broken free from its shackles.

And Shuangshengji, the person who gave him eternal life, now wants him to kill his own daughter with his own hands?

Is this the reward for his loyalty?
His fingers slowly tightened, the scarlet spear trembled slightly in his palm, the whispers of the bloody night still echoed in his ears, but he could no longer hear them.

He lives not for the glory of the vampire clan.

He lived not for the orders of the Twin Princesses.

He lived—for her.

He slowly raised his spear, and the tip of the spear cut through the air, pointing directly at the twin girls in mid-air.

The Blood Feast Hall was silent at this moment. The Duke slowly raised his eyes, his crimson gaze fixed on the twin princesses in mid-air.

The blood-filled light illuminated his face, and shadows moved between the towering stone pillars, as if the embers of a thousand-year-old war were rekindled in his eyes.

“My Lord…”

His voice was low, carrying the coldness and depth accumulated over thousands of years.

However, the suppressed anger, like long-dormant lava, was slowly cracking the solid shell, and the burning murderous intent silently permeated the air.

He took a slow step forward, his cloak fluttering behind him like a bloody flag fluttering on a battlefield.

"It seems that you have forgotten who I am."

At that moment, the twin princesses' pupils shrank slightly, their blood shadows trembled slightly, and a hint of doubt flashed across the depths of their eyes.

"you……?"

The Duke stroked the scarlet spear in his palm, his fingertips running across the ancient blood patterns engraved on the spear body. That was the battlefield oath he had carved with his own hands. Every inch of the knife mark was engraved with the enemies he had pierced and killed.

"I'm Dellat."

"I am the Archduke the Impaler."

His voice was like thunder, announcing his true identity, not a minion of the blood clan, not a servant of the twin princesses,
But he is the warrior who never bowed his head in the thousand-year bloody battle, and the slaughterer who once tore the blood clan army apart!
His smile gradually grew wilder, carrying with it a long-lost enthusiasm and excitement, the joy of a warrior welcoming the slaughter.
It is the instinct of killing, the purest fanaticism when facing the enemy!
"Do you think that hundreds of years of blood shackles can tame me and make me your loyal dog?"

His laughter echoed in the hall like a strong wind sweeping across the wasteland, echoing in the ears of every vampire, making their bones tremble unconsciously.

"Do you think that 'eternal life' is a gift to me?"

The spear was slightly raised, and the sharp tip reflected the blood-red moonlight. The Duke's mouth corners slowly curled up, and there was an indescribable fighting spirit in his smile.

"No!"

His voice exploded like thunder, with an edge that could tear through the night sky.

"To die on the battlefield is the glory of a soldier!"

"And the only reason I'm alive—is Celia!"

The air seemed to freeze, and all the vampires were shocked by this unquestionable declaration.

The scarlet spear cut through the darkness, and a flash of blood suddenly burst out, like lightning tearing through the night sky, piercing straight towards the twin girls in mid-air!
Under the spear tip, the space trembled, and the bloody aura was torn apart, accompanied by a sharp tearing sound.
The blood vines wrapped around the twin princesses were pierced, and blood dripped from the wounds, falling like rain on the marble floor and seeping into the ancient vampire inscriptions.

That shot was a declaration of war, a challenge, a betrayal, and also... an invitation to a bloody battle!

The vampires in the hall held their breath, their pupils trembling, they couldn't believe their eyes.

The Bloody Night Tyrant, Duke Dellat, actually challenged his "master"!

He is no longer the ruler of the vampires, but a warrior who has returned to his roots, returning to the Grand Duke the Piercer who once slaughtered the vampires!
Siming stood aside, his pupils slightly constricted, his fingertips gently stroking the corner of the card on his sleeve, and the beating of his heart almost drowned out everything on the battlefield.

He had anticipated that the Duke might resist, but he never imagined that the King of Bloody Night would declare war on the Twin Princesses in such a decisive way!
This is not just a rebellion, but a break that is enough to shake the entire vampire world!

On the other side, Viscount Red Wing slowly tightened his fist, his lips trembling slightly.

He looked at his king with complicated eyes, full of surprise and awe.

And Celian——

The tip of her tongue gently licked the corner of her lips, her eyes flashing with fiery excitement, like a hunter who finally saw her prey.
Deep in her bloodshot eyes, she reflected the figure of her father, the long-lost, true Grand Duke the Impaler.

She laughed softly, her laughter was seductive and wild.

"oops……"

She slowly stretched out her hands, her arms slightly open, as if embracing the entire blood clan battlefield. Her smile was full of teasing, and her scarlet eyes reflected the surging murderous aura.

"Father... have you finally remembered who you are?"

Her voice was soft, with a hint of pleasure and a certain deep satisfaction.

This is not hatred, not revenge, but a long-awaited and unstoppable fanaticism.

The twin girls slowly raised their heads, their eyes changing from initial confusion to bone-chilling coldness.

They whispered slowly, their blood-shadow bodies trembled slightly, blood mist swirled, and their existence itself seemed to be shaken in an unspeakable way.

Their tone remained calm, yet revealed an unquestionable pressure.

"Dellat..."

They called out the name softly, as if examining it, and as if thinking about how to crush this betrayal that should not have existed.

Their voices echoed in unison, like the tolling of bells in a long, bloody night, cold, deep, and irresistible.

"How dare you betray me?"

The air seemed to be frozen, the shadows of the vampires were wriggling in every corner of the hall, and the smell of blood was getting stronger.

They slowly raised their fingers, and a blood-colored magic circle emerged under their feet. Blood mist gathered, and the sense of oppression suddenly increased.

——That is the majesty of the True Ancestor, that is the wrath that reigns over the vampires.

All the vampires felt an invisible oppression at this moment. It was the anger from the Twin Princesses and the absolute command from the Lord of Blood.

However, Dellat's eyes did not waver at all. His knuckles slowly tightened, and the scarlet spear trembled slightly in his palm, vibrating as if in resonance.

He has made his decision.

The shot has already been fired.

There is no turning back in this battle.

The Bloody Night Tyrant narrowed his eyes slightly, his scarlet pupils flashing with a crazy fighting spirit, and he slowly uttered a word.

“My Lord…”

"—Now, it's your turn to be afraid."

——The history of the blood clan will be completely rewritten tonight!

(End of this chapter)