Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 76: A Deadly Battle in the Storm
"The storm rips through the ship, and the dead roar in the tide!"

"In the Sea of ​​Dreams, the ghosts of the pirates never tire, and their battles never cease."

The artillery fire exploded, the hot projectiles tore through the night sky, and a dazzling ball of fire exploded on the sea.

The wreckage of the undead pirates was torn apart by the shock wave, and charred bone fragments, broken armor, and rusty weapons scattered and fell into the surging tide.

But deep in the tide, black shadows were still surging. The dead that were blasted to pieces did not disappear. Instead, they quickly reorganized under the influence of the sea water and rushed towards the Lost again.

The tide of the dead is still growing!

Alison's gaze was like a sharp blade, quickly scanning the battlefield. Her voice was clear and firm amidst the storm and flames of war: "Everyone hold on! They won't stop!"

The Lost was shaking violently, the deck groaning in the strong wind and waves, the sails on the mast were torn and rustling, and the ropes were swinging wildly, like whip ropes trying to break free from their restraints.

The undead pirates, using the power of the tide, rushed towards the Lost from all directions, as if they had merged with the waves.
Whenever a huge wave hit the deck, dozens of undead would leap up and cling to the hull, brandishing rusty scimitars, iron hooks, and even broken muskets and chains, and attack the living.

Calvino gripped the rudder tightly, trying to keep the Lost on course in the storm.

Sweat oozed from his forehead, and his knuckles turned white from excessive exertion. He knew better than anyone else that

Once they deviate from their course, they will be completely trapped in the depths of the Sea of ​​Dreams, unable to escape.

"Lilia! Channel?!" he growled, his voice echoing in the wind.

Lilia's fingertips tightly grasped the invitation card from the Whale Grave. The black and gold lines on the card's surface flickered slightly. She gritted her teeth, trying to determine the direction. The card trembled slightly in her palm, as if responding to a call from the sea.

"The channel... is still there! But we must hold on—" She gripped the card tightly and responded loudly.

The first batch of undead pirates have already attacked the deck!
They dragged their cursed bodies and climbed up the ship's side from the tide, with ghostly blue fire burning in their eyes.

Their mouths curled into a strange, twisted, and ferocious grin. Their weapons were broken and rusted, their clothes tattered, yet they still exuded the arrogance of past pirates.

What's even more bizarre is that some of the undead are still carrying the gold and jewelry they looted, as if their pirate career had never ended.

There are more of them than anyone imagined.

Baroque's roar resounded throughout the battlefield. He swung the battle axe in his hand and violently chopped off the head of an undead. Black, rotten blood splattered all over the deck.

His summoned creature, the Deep Sea Fisherman Skeleton Sailor, raised its spear high and accurately pierced the chest of another undead, nailing it to the mast.

"Go back to your graves!" Baroque laughed wildly, his bloodthirsty excitement making his eyes even crazier.

Rex stood high up, his cursed monocle reflecting the ghostly lights flowing on the sea.

The Undead Ghost Navy Corporal raised his musket and pulled the trigger repeatedly. The corrosive bullets penetrated the undead's ribs and blew it back.

"There's no way to kill all these guys!" Rex cursed in a low voice, quickly reloaded, and aimed at the head of another undead.

The muzzle of the gun sank slightly, and the bullet hit the opponent's knee accurately, knocking him to his knees. Then he shot again, completely blasting him into a ball of dead mist.

Ian's figure flashed like a ghost, and his two swords drew arcs of cold light in the storm. Every swing could split an undead in half.

Nightmare tentacles stretched out from the dark tide, lashing frantically at the undead climbing up. Every touch slowed their movements, as if they were trapped in a heavy nightmare.

Sima Ming stood in the center of the deck, his fingers flying, and the spinning cards drew deadly trajectories in the storm, accurately cutting the throats and arms of the undead, and even the enemies climbing on the masts.

The wounds cut by the cards quickly turned into nothingness under the influence of the power of the Sea of ​​Dreams and were swallowed by the deep sea.

Allison stood at the artillery position and quickly directed the ghost gunners to adjust the angle and lock onto the tide below the deck, where there were still a large number of undead who had not yet boarded the ship but were waiting for the impact of the next tide.

"Gunners, take your positions! Target - below the side of the ship, the tide of the undead!" Her voice was cold and steady.

"Fire!"

Artillery fire roared, explosions shattered the darkness, and shock waves overturned a large number of undead, their bodies burning and twisting in the flames.
Torn into charred fragments by the shells, a layer of dark green flames appeared on the sea surface, as if the entire ocean was burning.

But even so, the tide is still pushing new undead closer.

"Damn it..." Alison cursed softly. She knew that if they continued like this, they would not be able to hold on sooner or later.

Under the cover of night, the tide of the dead is still raging, the nightmare storm has not subsided, and the Lost is still struggling to sail in this dark sea.

The undead are tireless, they feel no pain, and they have no fear.

Having been swallowed by the sea for too long, they long for new ships, new life, and to break free from this cursed sea!

Their roars blended with the waves, and the tide became their charge horn, pushing them forward wave after wave, rushing madly towards the Lost!

Rex gasped, quickly adjusted the muzzle, and fired several bullets in succession.

Accurately smashing the heads of several undead, the ghostly blue fire flickered with faint afterflames in the darkness.

He gritted his teeth and growled, "How many of these guys are there?!"

On the deck, Siming kicked a skeleton pirate away, and the spinning card was like a sharp blade, spinning and cutting through the air.

In an instant, he cut off the neck of another undead, and the broken head rolled onto the deck, with a strange smile still hanging on the corner of his mouth.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he said sarcastically, "Pirates are always short of dead souls."

However, even though the battle has lasted for a long time, even though they have been killing and destroying,
The dead continued to advance, showing no sign of retreat. The storm raged, the tide roared,

The army of the dead follows like a shadow, as if the entire ocean is their battlefield, leaving no room for the living to breathe.

Rex was changing the magazine when he suddenly caught a glimpse of something wrong out of the corner of his eye.

He suddenly raised his head, aimed the sight at the sea in the distance, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

“——Something’s wrong!” He growled, then shouted at the top of his lungs: “Captain! Something’s wrong!!”

Lilia also looked up at the same time, her pupils trembling slightly.

She held the invitation to the Whale Tomb tightly in her hand, feeling a strange vibration coming from the card, as if some terrifying existence was about to awaken.

Calvino's eyes suddenly became cold. He immediately steadied the rudder, narrowed his eyes, and looked into the distance.

Thick black fog was rising from the sea, the tide was surging wildly, and a huge dark shadow was gathering under the sea.
It gradually rose up, accompanied by chilling hums, as if some existence was summoning the souls of the dead in this sea area.

It wasn't just an ordinary wave—

It was a wall of sighs deep in the sea dream.

(End of this chapter)