Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 77: Chasing the Waves and Fighting Fate
"Pirates are born in the storm and die on the tide."

"But today, we will not die."

Violent waves swept in, and darkness swallowed everything.

Rex's pupils shrank to the size of a needle tip. He stared at the distance. The towering tide was like the world collapsing.

A moving wall of water is bearing down on the Lost at a terrifying speed!

His throat tightened, his stomach churned, and even his fingers trembled slightly.

He had faced the most terrifying storms, seen the winds whip up huge vortexes, and fought for his life in the eye of a hurricane, but -

This is no ordinary storm.

This is a tsunami that will destroy the world, a wave that can swallow everything.

Rex's knuckles turned white. He turned around suddenly and screamed in a voice as if it was torn apart: "Captain! Tsunami!!"

Everyone on the deck felt the heavy pressure.

The air seemed to be squeezed by the huge waves and could not circulate. The sea breeze turned into the roar of a wild beast, tearing at the sails, the ropes swung wildly, and the masts groaned under the heavy burden.

Before the huge waves arrived, the entire Lost was already shaking violently under the shadow of the storm. The sea water seemed to be swallowed by a giant beast. In an instant, the surrounding sea surface fell into a brief silence.

And then—the tsunami hit!
The tide surged, and in the distant darkness, a thousand-foot-high wall of water broke through the storm, carrying a fury that could destroy everything, and rushed towards the Lost!

Deep in the waves, ghostly blue fires burned in the tide, and the undead spirits that had not yet dissipated were still roaring.

Their corpses rolled in the tide and surged with the waves, as if the entire ocean had turned into a huge tomb full of resentful souls!
Alison turned her head abruptly, her eyes fixed on Calvino with an icy gaze, her voice sharper than ever: "Captain, what are you going to do?!"

Calvino gripped the rudder tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning white, and replied through gritted teeth: "The tsunami is too fast, we don't have time to escape!"

"And—" He took a deep breath, the veins on his forehead throbbing, his voice cold and hard.
"The nightmare tide is still haunting us. We have no way to retreat!"

Lilia clutched the invitation letter from Whale Tomb tightly, her face as pale as paper.

The card vibrated violently, as if some irresistible force was trying to control it. Her heart beat rapidly, as if it would be swallowed up at any moment.

She took a deep breath and tried to steady her voice: "If we turn, we might be able to avoid the tsunami, but..."

Her fingertips almost sank into her palms. She slowly raised her head and looked at everyone with a cold and firm gaze.

"But that means we'll be out of the whale fall path."

In an instant, the air became heavier than the storm.

The course of the Sea of ​​Dreams cannot be deviated. Those who deviate from the course will never return.

Alison cracked her knuckles and clenched her teeth, her eyes darting over everyone. "So, we have no choice?"

Her voice was like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart.

Everyone knows that this is the most fatal dilemma -

Turn and avoid the tsunami, but they will be lost in the abyss of the sea of ​​dreams and there will be no way back.

They did not turn and sailed on the correct course, but the tsunami completely swallowed them up, crushing them into dark blue foam and becoming part of the tide of the undead.

No one spoke. There was only the howling wind on the deck. The ropes were creaking as they were torn by the sudden storm. The whole ship was like a dead leaf swaying in front of the huge waves.

Rex's fingers trembled as he gripped the scope tightly, staring at the wave wall that was about to overturn the world.

The huge shadow alone was enough to suffocate people. It plundered all the starlight and completely enveloped the world in darkness.

The sky and the ocean had merged into one. In this all-consuming storm, the Lost seemed insignificant, as small as a speck of dust about to be swallowed up.

Siming exhaled slowly, a playful smile appearing on the corner of his mouth. He slowly reached out, spun the Thousand Faces card between his fingers, and murmured softly:

"...It's a terrible gamble."

Baroque slammed the battle axe in his hand and roared, "Let's take a gamble!"

Ian slowly drew his two swords, his eyes burning with a passionate fighting spirit: "Okay... Isn't this just right?"

Lilia held the invitation tightly, her eyes as calm as ice. She whispered, "Then, we have to make a choice."

Everyone's eyes fell on Calvino.

The captain's decision will determine their life or death.

Calvino closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

The storm roars, the undead howls, and the tsunami is about to overturn the world and swallow everything.

The bow of the Lost was pushed to the edge of the cliff by fate.

The next second, Calvino opened his eyes, reflecting storm and destruction. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, with an almost crazy smile, and he slowly uttered two words:

"—Face the waves."

The wind howled, the tide surged, the undead roared, and the flames of war burned in the storm.

Rex's flintlock exploded in the wind and rain, the burning bullets tearing through the skulls of the undead pirates, and black, corrupted blood burst into the air, filling the air like smoke. But before the corpses fell, new undead surged out from the tide, their eye sockets burning with blue will-o'-the-wisp fire.

With an abnormal smile on his face, he dragged a broken pirate flag, waved rusty weapons, and rushed towards the deck of the Lost!
Ian's figure shuttled between the masts and rigging, the cold light of the blade intersecting, and every swing would take away the remains of an undead.

His movements were swift and precise, and the dark blue blood mist drifted in the wind, but the undead continued to advance, as if the storm itself was their will.

On the deck, the battle has entered its most intense stage.

Every inch of the wooden board was filled with battle and blood, the bodies of the undead were shattered and scattered, the black sea water mixed with corpse fragments flowed under the feet, and the air was filled with a strong smell of sulfur and death.

The Lost was shaking wildly in the storm, the sails were twisted in the strong wind, and the cables were dancing like mad snakes, which could break at any time.

"Stop them!" Alison shouted sharply, the muzzle of the flintlock still emitting smoke, and her eyes were as sharp as a knife.

Every time her bullet was fired, it tore the bodies of the undead into pieces with precision, but she knew in her heart that they could not completely get rid of these things by killing them.

The artillery fire was still roaring, and the ghost crew members silently adjusted the angle of the artillery and loaded ammunition. Wave after wave of flames tore through the darkness and blew the undead in the tide into pieces.

However, no matter how many enemies they destroyed, new undead continued to emerge from the seabed under the pressure of the tide of the dead, clinging to the deck, roaring and killing.

Baroque laughed wildly and swung his battle axe. Every time he chopped, the undead were shattered. His deep-sea fisherman skeleton sailor raised his spear high and nailed the two undead to the mast.

Rex's Undead Ghost Navy Corporal pulled the trigger accurately, and the corrosive bullets penetrated the torsos of the undead, turning them into nothingness under the washing of the sea water.

The spinning card in Siming's hand cut through the air like lightning, accurately cutting off the throat and arms of the undead.
Even those monsters climbing on the mast, he sneered: "These guys, there is no way to kill them all."

But even so, the nightmare tide is still approaching, and the real threat has not yet appeared.

Calvino gripped the rudder tightly with both hands, his eyes cold and his voice low: "Everyone - if you have a secret, tell it now."

Ian jumped down from the mast, the blade cutting through the air, and landed steadily in the storm. The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle.

"I have a World Card," he said calmly.

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

The storm enveloped his voice, making it sound even deeper and more frantic.

"It can create strong winds, Captain. You decide."

When Calvino heard this, he burst into laughter. His laughter echoed in the storm, carrying the wildness and heroism unique to pirates.

"Very good, then we will ride the wind and waves, then we will fly over the tsunami!!"

Siming raised his head, frowning slightly. He glanced at the tsunami that was about to overturn the world, sighed softly, and a self-deprecating smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Crazy... You really are a bunch of lunatics."

Baroque laughed wildly and swung his battle axe, splitting an undead pirate in two. His eyes were filled with the excitement of a wild beast:

"Si Ming, accept your fate! We pirates are born lunatics who don't believe in fate!"

Everyone was excited, their blood was burning, and their fighting spirit was surging.

They will not flee, they will not turn away, they will not surrender—they will face their fate!

Calvino gripped the rudder tightly and roared in a deep voice: "Everyone, hold steady! Sail high!"

At Alison's command, the Ghost crew members acted quickly. They tightened the sails, adjusted the mast, and led the Lost to face the huge wave that was enough to destroy everything.

Ian stood on the top of the mast, the storm roared around him, the heavy rain slapped his face, and his clothes were torn wildly by the sea breeze, but his eyes remained firm.

He slowly pulled out the card from his waist.

Intermediate No.3329 - Riding the Wind.

The card emitted a faint blue light in the storm. The sea breeze was howling, and strange ripples were rippling in the air, as if even the storm itself was trembling at this moment.

Ian took a deep breath, held the card high, and read out its name in a low and arrogant voice:

“Ride the wind and open up the future for our course!”

The next second, a violent storm suddenly exploded!
A huge gust of wind, so huge that it was beyond common sense, swept up, like thunder from the sky.

Suddenly, it hit the sails of the Lost, and the black ghost sails suddenly swelled up, the hull shook, and the masts almost bent to the limit in the terrifying airflow!

The Lost One—starts to accelerate madly!
Rex clutched the scope tightly, his pupils reflecting the surging wave of destruction ahead of him.

It was a tsunami, a nightmare that swallowed up the world, a wall of storm that could swallow up even the most powerful warships!
But at this moment, they did not back down.

Their ship was rushing towards this disaster at a crazy speed!

The sky is spinning, the sea is roaring, the storm is tearing the world apart, and the Lost is leaping onto the waves!

Fate can no longer stop them, they will fight in this storm and gamble everything with the sea!
The tide of the dead is roaring, the tsunami is roaring, and they are roaring too!

Sorry, sorry. I'm late.

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(End of this chapter)