Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 46 Wild Hunt Bloody Night

"When chains bind the soul, only madness can burn away the fetters."

The scarlet spear blade cut through the night, blood billowed in the air, Duke Dellat straightened his back, his eyes burning like flames.

A fierce murderous intent surged in his eyes, like a flame of war that had not been extinguished for a thousand years, which was completely ignited at this moment.

His true blood is burning—

That was the immortal shackles bestowed upon him by the vampires, but now it has turned into a raging flame that burns his soul.
Trying to break his will, make him surrender, and make him kneel at the feet of the Twin Princesses again.

His flesh was tearing, his bones were trembling, and every breath he took seemed like an invisible chain tightening around his throat.
Blood rushed into his lungs, as if he was drowning in the abyss.

But he still laughed crazily and waved his gun.

Pain? What is that?
He had long been accustomed to pain. His life had been a purgatory of battle for thousands of years, but tonight,
He wants to personally crush the fate that torments him and eradicate the curse placed on him!

He swept out his spear, the tip of the spear vibrating in the air, setting off a terrifying blood-red shockwave, and the entire Blood Castle was shaking.
Deep cracks appeared on the marble floor, and the blood vines were completely torn apart by the violent gun wind, turning into a blood mist that flew all over the sky.

He stood in the blood, like a true king of bloody night.

"Ha...hahahaha..."

He laughed softly, and his laughter grew louder and crazier until it echoed throughout the battlefield, carrying with it a chilling murderous intent.

"You..." He licked the corners of his cracked lips, his voice hoarse but arrogant, "Do you really think that you can imprison me like this?"

His scarlet spear pointed at the twin princesses in mid-air. The blood light on the spear blade seemed to penetrate between heaven and earth, completely tearing apart the vampires' control over him.

"You think you can control me like this?"

He laughed wildly and thrust his gun forward. The gun shadow condensed with blood and energy burst out instantly, like thousands of troops rushing out, attacking the twin girls angrily!

"Father……"

A charming and excited voice sounded, carrying with it the thrill of bloodthirstyness and the joy of hunting.

Celian leaped onto the platform, her silver-white hair dancing in the blood-red storm, her eyes strange and deep.

Reflecting the blood flowing on the battlefield, a bloodthirsty smile appeared on her lips.

She licked the corner of her lips slowly, her movements like a true predator, filled with indescribable desire and enthusiasm.

She chuckled, her voice sweet and crazy: "...How about we hunt the 'God' together?"

Her fangs were slightly exposed, and her eyes were shining with pure excitement. It was not fear, nor hesitation.

It is a long-suppressed desire - to devour, destroy, and resist. It is a feast for predators!

Her figure rushed out in the next second, leaving a twisted blood shadow behind her.

The twin princesses' blood vines suddenly swept over, like hundreds of open bloody mouths, trying to swallow her.

She did not dodge, but raised her head slightly, with a mocking smile on her lips——

Then, she suddenly opened her fangs and bit down!
Blood spurts!

The twin princesses' figures trembled slightly in the air. Their noble bloodlines, which had never been violated, were torn apart by Celian.

Her fangs were deeply embedded in the blood vines, frantically sucking the pure blood of the True Ancestor.

A soft moan of pleasure came from her throat, as if she had tasted the sweetest wine after a long time. Blood dripped from the corners of her mouth, reflecting her seductive smile.

The blood mist of the twin princesses surged violently, their figures swayed slightly, and they roared softly. That was anger, that was... fear.

The Blood Night Tyrant and the Blood Hunter, like hunters from the abyss, walked between the blood vines of the twin princesses.
Every attack was accompanied by the blooming of scarlet blood, tearing the dignity of the vampire ancestor and shaking the throne of the vampire clan.

Every thrust of the Duke's scarlet spear seemed to penetrate the will of the gods and destroy all the shackles of the vampires.

Celian's frantic biting, every bite, was devouring the shackles given to her by the vampires, and in turn eroding the bloodline power of the twin princesses.

The entire hall of the Blood Castle was shrouded in endless blood mist, with blood steaming, as if purgatory had descended.

The vampires held their breath and stared, their expressions filled with shock, fear, and hesitation. They had never imagined that someone could cause such a terrible backlash in front of the Twin Princesses!

The twin girls... were injured!

They were actually - swallowed!
"My lord!"

Suddenly, a loud and firm voice rang out, breaking the silence of the battlefield.

The Blood Marquis of Dongzhen, Viola, her blood-red cloak fluttered, her hands spread out, blood energy madly condensed in her palms, like a blood-red star about to explode.

Her eyes were cold, filled with absolute loyalty to the Twin Princesses, and her voice echoed throughout the Blood Castle.

"Please allow us to suppress the traitors!"

She waved her hand suddenly, and the surging blood energy surged like a tide, instantly forming a huge blood formation.
Blood-colored runes lit up behind her, and a destructive wave swept across the entire battlefield!

She wanted to help the Twin Princesses and completely suppress this rebellion! However—

A dark shadow suddenly blocked her way, steady and immovable like a rock.

“…Viola.”

The Blood Marquis of Xizhen slowly stood up. His body was already stained with blood, and his long gray hair was stained dark red, as if he was wearing a layer of scarlet armor.

His gaze was still cold and deep like the endless night sky, but there was not a trace of the fanaticism of the vampires in it, only the pride and determination of a knight.

Karel, the Blood Marquis of West Town, captain of the Twelve Knights under the command of the Grand Duke of the Impaler.

His hand slowly tightened around the sword. The sharp edge was still marked with the wails of countless vampires. In the light of the burning candle, the sword looked like a bloody emblem of war.

"I am a knight under the command of the Grand Duke the Impaler, fighting for the glory of my lord—"

His voice was low and solemn, as if it had spanned a thousand years of war, echoing throughout the Blood Castle.

Viola's pupils shrank, her blood energy surged, her clothes fluttered, and a blood mist surrounded her body, like a demon with spread wings.

Karel slowly raised his sword, pointing it at her throat, his eyes grim and unyielding.

"Come and fight, Viola."

boom--!
The blood energy collided like raging waves, turning into a violent hurricane. The entire blood castle trembled at this moment, the murals on the walls collapsed, and deep cracks were torn into the marble floor!
The balance of the battlefield completely collapsed.

Nanzhen Blood Marquis Reinhardt laughed wildly and took a step forward. Scarlet blood could condense under his feet.
A deep blood abyss was formed, and his armor became darker under the flush of blood, like a bloodthirsty god of war.

"Hahahaha! I've finally waited for this day!"

His laughter was wild and hearty, his eyes burning with a long-lost joy.

He slowly glanced at the vampires who were still loyal to the Twin Princesses. There was no fear in his eyes, only a strong fighting spirit and contempt.

"You stupid guys, do you really think that I'm fighting for the vampires?"

He spoke lightly, but every word he said was a mockery and provocation to the vampire rule.

Following closely behind him, the blood clan warriors behind him raised their weapons one after another, their eyes were cold and determined.
They no longer submitted to the Twin Princesses, but marched towards the other end of the battlefield without hesitation.

Reinhardt raised his sword, pointing the tip at the twin princesses in mid-air. His voice was low and wild, like the roar of a war drum, shaking the entire Blood Castle.

"We have never pledged allegiance to the vampires."

His sword swept across, cutting through the night and tearing apart the fantasies of all the vampires.

"We are loyal only to the Grand Duke!"

At that moment, the rift in the blood clan army completely broke out.

The blood clan warriors loyal to the Duke roared and charged forward, tearing the blood clan badges on their bodies and completely breaking the shackles of the blood clan.

And those vampires who were still loyal to the Twin Princesses roared to fight, and a real civil war broke out in the blood mist!
Swords clashed, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and a pool of red blood meandered on the marble floor, like an endless river, flowing to the foundation of the vampire throne.

The figure of Viscount Red Wing shuttled across the battlefield, his sword slashed across, and the head of a vampire viscount flew up.

Blood splattered on the stone pillars, staining the murals that symbolized the glory of the vampires red.

He turned around, walked to Siming's side, and stood shoulder to shoulder with him.

Hong Yi smiled slightly, his tone was casual and relaxed, but his eyes showed the tenacity of a warrior.

"You owe me a drink."

Siming snorted coldly, shook his wrist lightly, and threw a card that cut through the air like a stream of light.

It accurately pierced the forehead of a hostile vampire, and blood instantly exploded, staining the edge of the card.

"Let's talk about it after we survive."

The blood clan civil war broke out!

Blood dyed the hall of the Blood Castle red, the killing on the battlefield intensified, all the balances were completely broken, and the blood clan's camp fell apart.

Brothers turned against each other, knights and nobles fought each other, and the history of the bloody night was torn into an unhealable wound.

The twin princesses' blood vines rolled violently. They tried to suppress everything and try to regain control of this out-of-control killing frenzy.

However, their power could not stop the flames of rebellion!
This night, the vampires are no longer united!

This is not an ordinary riot - this is a civil war that has never happened within the blood clan in thousands of years!
The Bloody Night Tyrant stood in the center of the battlefield, his scarlet spear piercing the darkness, his cloak fluttering in the bloody wind, and his laughter as wild as a war drum, echoing throughout the Blood Castle.

His gaze penetrated the blood mist of the battlefield and looked at the twin princesses standing high above him, at the two beings who were trying to control fate.

Then, he slowly raised his spear, pointing the blade at the night sky. His voice shook heaven and earth, announcing the arrival of a new era for the vampires!
"——The vampire's night veil must be shattered!"

(End of this chapter)