Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 79: Tide of the Dead, the Princess's Wild Hunt

"Under the cover of night, the dead roar."

"The fragrance of blood made the princess open her eyes."

The Lost One rushed into the crest of the tsunami waves, the world was churning in the violent wind and waves, thunder was tearing the night sky, and the undead waves were roaring!

Everyone saw the shadow at the top of the tsunami.

A huge black shadow slowly climbed up from the tide and stood on the top of the tsunami. The black waves were surging, making his figure look like a god of the underworld.

He is the king of the dead, the curse that has sunk to the bottom of the sea but has never rested, and the nightmare that has devoured countless sailors!

"This ship—belongs to the dead!"

His voice was low and hoarse, carrying the coldness and decay of the deep sea, like the howling of countless souls.

The undead in the tide seemed to have heard the call of the king, and they let out a shrill roar and their breath surged!
Countless broken ghosts climbed onto the deck from the depths of the sea, their eyes burning with ghostly fire lighting up in the darkness.

The undead captain stood on the crest of the wave, wearing a tattered black cloak, and a wide hat brim covering part of his skull face.

A faint blue flame burned in his eyes, emitting unspeakable hatred and obsession.

A rusty but still sharp flintlock hung on his waist, and in his hand was a huge ghost hook knife that was powerful enough to split the hull of a ship.

Its blade was inlaid with the remains of sunken ships on the seabed, and a cursed black light flickered in the depths. Every scratch seemed to record the prey he had slain.

He slowly raised the hook knife in his hand and pointed it at the Lost. The sea surface trembled and the tide of the dead surged in an instant!

The movements of all the undead became more violent in an instant, and the number of the dead crawling out of the tide increased rapidly, and the space on the deck seemed to be filled with their figures!

Alison's eyes were solemn, and she gripped the sword tightly in her hand. She whispered, "This bastard... is their master."

Siming threw out a playing card, and the sharp blade of the card cut through the air, accurately cutting off the head of an undead.

Black, rotten blood splattered everywhere. He gasped, his voice filled with disbelief: "Are you fucking kidding me?!"

Rex calmly pulled the bolt of the sniper rifle and took a deep breath of the foul smell mixed with the sea breeze.
Aiming at the Undead Captain's forehead, he said in a deep voice, "We must get rid of him, otherwise the Undead will not stop."

Calvino gripped the rudder tightly, his eyes as cold as a knife, and he gritted his teeth and roared, "Then make him pay the price!!"

But just as everyone was trying their best to fight against the tide of the undead—

“…It’s so noisy outside.”

A lazy and impatient voice suddenly sounded on the battlefield.

For a moment, the battlefield seemed to be drawn into another, even more eerie silence.

The storm still roared, the undead still howled, but that voice overwhelmed everything.

The coffin slowly opened, and in the darkness, a pair of scarlet eyes slowly opened.

The princess of the blood clan has awakened.

Princess Celian opened her eyes, her scarlet pupils flickering slightly in the darkness. She raised her slender fingers,

He rubbed the corners of his eyes gently, as if he was not fully awake yet.

Her skin was so white that it was almost transparent. On the sea surface where moonlight and blood were intertwined, she looked like a rose washed in blood.

She was wearing a black Gothic long skirt with intricate lace and red ribbons interwoven. The hem of her skirt swayed gently in the storm, like an ancient royal who had just awakened from the abyss.

Her bare feet rested lightly on the deck with her toes, her fingertips curled slightly as if feeling the warmth of the wooden deck.

Her expression still held a hint of confusion from having just woken up, and her eyes slowly swept across the entire deck.

Rotting undead, surging tides, the blaze of battle, the roar of the storm—

She suddenly tilted her head slightly, a faint smile appearing at the corner of her mouth.

"So this is the kind of battle..."

She licked the corner of her mouth gently, and the tip of her scarlet tongue swept across her lips, revealing a hint of excitement.

"You actually woke me up from my sleep."

Her voice whispered in the storm, like the prelude to death.

Then, her figure disappeared.

A scarlet lightning streaked across the battlefield!
Everyone only felt a flash before their eyes, and in the next second, more than a dozen undead figures were torn apart in an instant.
Black, rancid blood exploded on the deck, and the air was filled with an even stronger smell of death.

Celian shuttled through the swarm of undead, her movements light and graceful, like a dancer leaping on a blood-red rose. Every step she took brought the death of her prey.

Her hands turned into sharp claws, and every time she struck, she tore the bodies of the undead with unerring precision.
Directly crush their souls and annihilate them completely!
The undead cannot be resurrected. Her blood power is eroding their existence, erasing their cursed souls, and turning them into nothingness!

"Squeak, squeak, squeak..." She laughed softly, her white fingers swiping through the air.

There was still a trace of black undead residue hanging on the corner of her lips. She frowned slightly and licked it gently with the tip of her scarlet tongue.

"Hmm... it tastes terrible."

But her smile grew more and more excited and dangerous.

She liked this feeling, liked the thrill of tearing her prey into pieces, liked stepping on the corpses of her enemies and feeling the killing instinct boiling in her blood!
She is the princess of the vampire clan and a natural hunter.

The ghost captain's will-o'-the-wisp eyes twitched slightly. He felt threatened, and the ghost hook knife in his hand suddenly swept across, causing a huge wave!
However, Celian only raised her eyes slightly and looked at the giant, the scarlet in her eyes becoming more intense.

"Oh? You're...interesting."

The ghost captain's will-o'-the-wisp burned even more vigorously. He raised his hook knife and let out a deafening roar!

"Vampire—get back to your coffin!"

Celian smiled slightly, revealing a pair of sharp fangs.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to sleep today."

The ghost pirate captain's burning will-o'-the-wisp flickered faintly in the depths of his eye sockets. He slowly raised his ghost hook knife.

The blade, soaked in the aura of curse, trembled slightly in the storm, as if responding to its master's anger and fighting spirit.

His bones, which had long been corroded by time, made low crackling sounds, and every movement was like the long-sleeping lord of hell slowly awakening.

"You..." The ghost captain growled, his voice sounded like countless ghosts wailing in his ears at the same time.
Cold and eerie, carrying the shadow of nightmare, "...You are not an ordinary living person." Celian's mouth raised a hint of contempt, revealing a smile, and her sharp fangs shone coldly in the blood-red glow.

"Oh, you just discovered it?"

Her voice was soft yet deadly cold, and her scarlet eyes showed the excitement of a hunter.

She slowly stretched out her hand and lightly brushed the corner of her mouth with her fingertips. Her movements were so gentle that it seemed as if she was teasing the air, but it revealed an unconcealable bloodthirsty aura.

"You're a strong man, aren't you?"

Her figure swayed slightly in the wind, her red skirt fluttered, and her ribbons fluttered in the wind, like a blood-red rose about to bloom.

"Then...let me enjoy it for a while?"

She spun her toes lightly, and a faint blood mist instantly filled the air. The blood mist spread under her feet.
Like a living thing, it slowly eroded the entire battlefield, and a suffocating pressure spread out.

Siming stood not far away, watching all this, his brows slowly furrowed.

Celian's murderous intent had fully awakened.

She still maintains her human form at this moment and has not yet fully released the true power of her vampire clan... But Siming knows that just like this, she is enough to become a disaster in this battle.

However, this alone is not enough.

The Undead Pirate Captain is not an ordinary dead man. He is the master of the undead tide and the king of the sunken ones in the sea.

His ghostly blade could sever souls, and his cursed power could make the dead restless... If Celian fought it in her current state, she would not be able to completely tear this monster apart.

She needs more strength.

Celian turned her head, her eyes fixed on Siming, the smile on her lips slightly deepening.

"Let me 'really' wake up."

Her voice was wrapped in a kind of bewitching magic, gentle but revealing an unquestionable command. She slowly raised her slender fingers,

He brushed his lips with a look that held a hint of seduction, a hint of teasing, and a wildness and desire hidden deep within.

"I want more blood...more power..."

Siming's pupils shrank slightly and his heartbeat quickened slightly.

He knew what she wanted.

She was asking, she was waiting - an opportunity that would allow her to fully awaken.

Without hesitation, he took a deep breath and slowly took out a pitch-black card.

[High-Level Contract No. 864 - Blood Feast, Contract with Princess Celian]

The card trembled slightly in his palm, the black lines slowly flowing like a living thing, and the scarlet runes flashed with eerie light in the storm.

Siming's eyes darkened, he clenched his teeth, and then stretched out his other hand without hesitation -

The sharp dagger cut through the palm of his hand, and blood gushed out instantly.

The bright red blood drops fell and sprinkled on the ancient card.
The curse words on the card slowly began to burn as if they had been summoned by something.

"With my blood, with my mind—"

His voice was low, echoing in the storm, merging with the thunder and resonating with the raging waves.

"Release your 'true form'--!!"

The card instantly burst into a dazzling red light!

Celian's body trembled slightly, and an invisible ripple spread in the air.

Her pupils suddenly contracted, and then turned completely into a deep scarlet.

The blood mist surged and the storm stagnated.

Her body began to change.

The black vampire wing membrane slowly unfolded, scarlet lines spread along her arms, and claws grew on her fingertips.
Her fangs became sharper, her skirt turned into broken blood threads fluttering in the wind, and her black cloak seemed to flow in the night, interweaving with the storm into a melody of destruction.

Her aura suddenly surged, like a queen on the throne descending onto the battlefield!
She slowly raised her hand, lowered her head and stared at the bloodstain on her palm, gently licked the last drop of blood, and her scarlet eyes reflected the entire battlefield.

"—Let's begin, Wild Hunt."

Her voice was low and lingering, like the whisper of death itself.

The next moment, her figure disappeared instantly.

The will-o'-the-wisp in the undead captain's eye sockets twitched suddenly.

He had no time to react—

Blood-red lightning streaked across the battlefield!

Celian's figure shuttled through the tide of the undead, her claws flashing with scarlet light, and every time she attacked,
Each move would take away the head of an undead, and each dodge was as graceful and deadly as a dance.

"boom!!"

The Undead Captain's hook knife suddenly slashed down, bringing up a terrifying black shock wave, and slashed towards her fiercely!
however--

Only a shadow remained in the air.

Celia's figure had disappeared.

The ghost captain's will-o'-the-wisp eyes shrank slightly, and he turned around suddenly—

A cold hand had already reached into his chest!

The scarlet claws pierced through the chest of the undead captain and suddenly grabbed his white bones that were burning with ghostly fire!
"Heh..." Celian leaned close to the Undead Captain's ear, the corners of her mouth slowly rising, revealing her sharp fangs.

She whispered.

"Your soul belongs to me."

I’ll give you two more packs, come on everyone.

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(End of this chapter)