Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 47 Hunting Gods
"Deicide has never been the fantasy of a madman, but the ambition of a hunter."

The change in the battle situation was beyond everyone's expectations, except perhaps one person.

Blood filled the air, the wails of the vampires and the roar of battle filled the air. Reinhardt, the Blood Marquis of Nanzhen, laughed wildly and charged into the enemy camp alongside Roca.
Punches hit flesh, tearing through the blood mist, and the fighting spirit burned like a raging flame, burning the night sky of the entire Blood Castle.

The battle above has already exceeded the scope of what the vampires can understand.

The Duke and Celian's crazy attack completely broke the Twin Princess's dignity.

Their projections twisted, blood vines churned, and they roared angrily, trying to tear apart everything that defied their existence.

Siming stood in the distance, surveying the battlefield, his gaze as cold as a blade, piercing the silence of the night. The gamble would eventually yield a winner.

He glanced at Natasha and spoke casually, as if they were still at the game, not in a life-or-death hunting ground.

"There are always people in this world who like to act like wounded kittens, you and this duke are both like that."

Natasha raised her eyebrows, the corners of her mouth curled up, and there was a hint of murderous intent in her eyes:
"Si Ming, did you lose too much blood and your brain got burned? I'm not a kitten."

Before she finished speaking, gunshots rang out!

The dull sounds of sniper fire exploded one after another, like meteors in the dark night, tearing through the defenses of the blood clan army, while another set of bullets pointed directly into the night sky, aiming at the twin princesses hanging high in the sky.

Gunfire raged, tongues of flames crisscrossed in the night, and her smile bloomed in the thick smoke, carrying the excitement and determination of a hunter.

In this god-killing gamble, no one wants to be a bystander.

Loren stood aside, his fingers unconsciously stroking the metal lens, observing everything on the battlefield through the mirror light that distorted reality.

His eyes were deep as he murmured softly, "Si Ming... this card game is really exciting, isn't it?"

Siming chuckled but did not answer. His eyes were cold, like a shadow waiting to hunt in the depths of darkness.

Was the Duke's rebellion really just an impulse of anger?

No.

He narrowed his eyes and scanned the ground. The Blood Feast Array, the ritual array originally used to maintain the arrival of the Twin Princesses, had already quietly transformed its essence, imprinted with an even more ancient and hidden power of the contract.

It was no longer a pool of blood that nourished the twin princesses, but an invisible net that gradually tightened, binding, imprisoning, and weakening their existence.

At this moment, Sima Ming finally saw the whole picture. The Duke... perhaps he had sown the seeds of rebellion far earlier than anyone imagined.

Perhaps, at the beginning of the sacrifice, he had already quietly laid out his chips in this gamble.

If the twin princesses discovered it a step later, they would even be completely sealed off in this world, losing the possibility of returning - becoming the real victims of a bloody chess game.

In this gambling game, the most experienced gambler has never been Sima Ming.

The most experienced gambler is the Grand Duke of the Impaler, Dellat.

Sima Ming slowly exhaled, a meaningful smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

"What a great Grand Duke the Impaler... He's been waiting for this day for hundreds of years."
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In mid-air, the Duke's aura was so violent that it was suffocating. He single-handedly blocked all the attacks of the Twin Princesses, like an ancient god of war descending into the bloody night.

The scarlet spear tumbled in his hand, and wherever the spear tip went, the space trembled. Every swing carried the power to distort the heaven and earth, tearing the blood vines of the twin princesses and peeling them from the darkness!
His fighting spirit has been ignited, the curse of immortality can no longer bind him, he is no longer the bloody night tyrant who once succumbed to fate,
But it was the Grand Duke the Impaler who once stood at the forefront of humanity and was invincible!
Celian moved like a phantom under his cover, fangs flashing, bloody claws tearing,
Every attack was precise and deadly, tearing wounds on the twin princesses' bodies.

Her smile was maniacal, and her eyes burned with pure fighting spirit and hunger.

She is devouring, she is plundering, her bloodline has transformed, she is no longer a sacrifice, but a hunter who retaliates against the gods!
The twin princesses' rage was like a volcano dormant for a thousand years, erupting completely at this moment. Their lofty divinity was trampled upon, their dignity torn apart by the vampire traitors. They wanted to crush everything and control their fate again!

They tried to awaken more blood energy and wanted to make the blood night sink completely, but they suddenly discovered... only one third of their power was effective!

The Duke's plan worked.

Their pupils suddenly shrank, reflecting the Duke's wildly laughing face, the man they once regarded as a loyal servant, but who now stabbed them with a gun!
"Impaler!"

Their voices intertwined, filled with anger and surprise.

They finally understood... The Blood Banquet was a huge trap from the very beginning!

"Your blood feast... has always been a hoax against us?"

The Duke laughed wildly, sweeping his scarlet spear across. The violent blood energy shook the entire Blood Castle. A bloody gale swept straight towards the bodies of the Twin Princesses, and his voice exploded like thunder.

"Only found out now? It's too late!"

The spear tip breaks through the air, and the god-killing war song sounds on the battlefield!

On the other side of the battlefield, wild roars exploded in the carnage, and Roca's figure suddenly surged in the chaos.

His muscles swelled in blood, complex blood-colored runes appeared on his body surface, and his hands were completely transformed into beasts, turning into ferocious bear claws with exposed fangs, bloodthirsty and crazy.

He roared to the sky, his voice like the roar of a wild beast that shook the heavens and the earth.

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

He smashed the chest of a vampire count with one punch, blood gushed out, and his power was completely released.
Its size has exceeded the limit of human beings, just like an ancient giant bear crushing the battlefield, leaving blood clan corpses everywhere where it passes!
Secret Card: Violent Bear, completely liberated!

The bloody storm swept through, and he fought side by side with Reinhardt, the Blood Marquis of Nanzhen. The two of them were like the most violent bloody killers on the battlefield.
Every charge will result in flying blood and flesh, and every swing of the claws will be the enemy's final elegy!
"Kill ah ah ah ah!!!"

Nanzhen Xuehou laughed wildly and licked the blood off his face: "That's more like it!"

The two of them were like sharp blades that tore through the battlefield, rushing straight towards Viola's army. The entire Blood Castle had become a Shura killing field!
The battle situation has completely gotten out of control.

Siming narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the situation on the battlefield.

All the plans have been launched. They have successfully disrupted the chess game of the Twin Princesses and provoked a civil war among the blood clan.

The ruler of the Bloody Night is under real threat... However, the most crucial point remains unresolved.

The twin girls still haven't fallen down.

They were extremely angry, but still showed no signs of despair. They were still high and mighty, still the gods of the vampires.

Even though their power was suppressed, even though the Blood Feast's formation was eroding their strength, but... they were still not truly defeated.

Their rage is growing, their divine power has not dissipated yet.
They are breaking free...if given more time, will they be able to reverse this?
Can the Duke and Celian's alliance really kill gods?
Siming took a deep breath and looked down at the hexagram array shining on his wrist. He had already played all his cards...

The echo of his embers has been exhausted, and his good luck is about to burn out. But can this gamble really end at this moment?
His fingers tapped lightly on his cuffs, and his eyes became more serious.

If the bet is not over yet, it means... he still needs to place another bet.

This time, what is at stake may not just be chips, but his destiny itself.

(End of this chapter)