Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 80: The bloody sea falls, the doomsday battleship
"The blood of victory has not yet dried, but the whispers of the dead have never ceased."

"On the Sea of ​​Dreams, only the survivors have the right to continue sailing."

The deck of the Lost looked like a wreckage from hell, with broken planks, congealed blood, and scattered bones covering every inch of the deck.

The air was still filled with the lingering stench of decay, the venom of the undead mixed with the sea water, like the aftermath of death.

They won, the Undead Pirate King had fallen, but no one smiled with relief.

Siming leaned against the mast, breathing heavily, and the wound on the palm of his hand was still bleeding.

He frowned and glanced at his palm. The wound was left when he sacrificed himself to the card. The stinging pain reminded him that the price of this battle was far heavier than he had imagined.

"Damn it... I'm so tired..." He cursed softly, with fine beads of cold sweat oozing out of his forehead.

Baroque sat heavily on the deck, his hands supporting his battle axe, and a hearty low laugh emanated from his throat: "Hahaha... This is what a real pirate fight is like!"

He wiped the blood off his face with the back of his hand, his face still showing the lingering fighting spirit that had just accumulated in the battle.

Ian knelt on one knee, his palms pressed against the deck, his face pale as paper.

His legs felt weak, and his rationality, which had just been overdrawn in the storm, made it almost impossible for him to stand firmly.
But he still gritted his teeth to steady himself, trying to regulate his breathing to ease the suffocating emptiness in his chest.

Rex stood at the side of the ship, holding the rifle in his left hand and wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with his right hand.

His eyes were still cold; the backlash from his previous peek into fate had cost him a heavy price.

He narrowed his eyes and looked towards the sea, his expression still not relaxed.

Although they destroyed the Undead Pirate King, the breath of nightmare still lingered.

The surrounding sea water still seemed to be lurking with some unknown shadow, and the surging tides occasionally stirred up small waves.

It was as if something was still watching them from afar, waiting for them to reveal a flaw.

The salty and humid sea breeze blew across the deck, bringing with it a faint smell of death.

In this oppressive silence, a lazy voice suddenly sounded.

"uh-huh."

Everyone turned their heads at the same time and looked at the scarlet figure in the center of the deck.

Celian Nightrose, the Wild Hunt Princess of the Blood Clan, was standing there, staring down at a faint blue soul fire in her palm.

That was the core of the Undead Pirate King, the last remnant of his soul.

Her slender white fingers gently grasped the soul fire, her eyes flashing with a sickly excited light.

Like a cat after hunting, playing with the prey it is about to swallow.

The remains of the dead pirate king lurched and squirmed on the deck, though his head had been shattered.
But his body still reached out to Celian, driven by the remaining instinct, his bony fingers trembling slightly, trying to retrieve his soul.

"...You want this?" Celian chuckled, her voice so soft that it seemed like a whisper between lovers.

She lowered her eyes and looked at the ball of dark blue soul fire, gently stroking it with her fingertips, as if she was appreciating a rare treasure.

Then, she opened her mouth without hesitation, touched the soul fire with the tip of her tongue, and an evil light flashed in her scarlet pupils.

And then—she swallowed it all in one gulp!
The faint blue light was instantly swallowed into her throat. The faint flame jumped in her mouth for a moment and then completely extinguished.

The Undead Pirate King's body suddenly stiffened, his bony fingers still suspended in mid-air, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

The last ray of light in his cloudy eye sockets completely disappeared, and his entire skeleton seemed to have been drained of all its support.
It collapsed with a loud bang, turning into a dead heap of wreckage on the deck.

The Undead Pirate King is completely wiped out.

"Ugh... Ugh..." Celian licked the corner of her mouth, frowned slightly, smacked her lips, and wrinkled her nose in disgust.

"It tastes terrible...it tastes like sea water, so salty."

Siming's mouth twitched, and he sighed, "Woman, can you please stop doing such crazy things?"

Baroque opened his mouth, not knowing how to react for a moment. He looked at Celian.
He looked at the pile of bones again, then finally shook his head and said with a smile: "...Is this considered replenishing energy?"

Ian stood up with difficulty, frowning and looking at Celian with complicated eyes: "You just... swallowed a soul?"

"Hmm." Celian raised the corners of her lips lazily, like some cunning beast. "Why, are you scared?"

Her voice had a certain alluring and decadent charm, and her tongue slowly slid across her lips.

She seemed to be savoring the "food" she had just eaten, although her expression was full of disgust.

She stepped lightly on the deck with her bare feet, and her red pupils blinked.

She seemed to be thinking about something, and then she laughed softly, her voice low and light.

"Don't worry, I only eat the undead." She blinked, her voice tinged with innocent teasing, "You guys... aren't that delicious."

A subtle silence fell on the deck.

Rex slowly wiped the blood off his hands and said lightly:
"...Very good. Next time if you want to eat the undead, can you please inform us in advance? At least we can be mentally prepared."

"Hmph~" Celian hummed softly, raised her fingers, and gently twisted a strand of her hair, the smile on the corner of her lips deepened.

Calvino stood in the captain's seat, watching the scene silently, and finally just sighed softly. He knew that now was not the time to dwell on this.

Rex raised the telescope, squinted his eyes, and stared at the sea in the distance.

His knuckles were slightly white, and his right eye revealed a barely perceptible coldness under the refraction of the monocle.

The sea breeze blew up his cloak, and his hair was wet and stuck to the side of his face. He took a deep breath and cursed softly.

"...Damn it."

His voice was not loud, but it was enough to alert everyone instantly.

Alison turned her head and followed Rex's gaze.

Her face darkened in a moment, her fists slowly tightened, and her nails dug deep into her palms.

The sea was surging with dark tides, and in the black fog, the breath of death still lingered. The souls that had been shattered by the artillery fire and swallowed by the storm were now gathering again.
It was like the backflow after the tide receded, more turbulent and more terrifying than before.

The tide of the dead has not ended, but is brewing a deeper nightmare in the silence.

Their condition is not good enough to last the second round.

Alison let out a breath, suppressing her anxiety. Her gaze slowly turned in the captain's direction.

Calvino was still standing at the helm, his black windbreaker torn by the strong wind, his hands tightly gripping the rudder.

The bandage that was originally wrapped around him had been completely stained red with blood, and blood was dripping through the fingers and mixing with the accumulated water on the deck.

But he still stood straight and looked ahead calmly.

Alison smiled softly, her voice steady and cold: "Captain, I can make time for everyone."

She paused, narrowed her eyes, stared at Calvino's profile, and asked slowly, "But the question is, how far can the Lost One run?"

Calvino finally tilted his head slightly and smiled meaningfully.

The corners of his mouth slowly rose, and a confident and arrogant light appeared in his eyes.

"Ten minutes." His voice was low and firm. "In just ten minutes, I can make those waves of the dead so large that they can't even see our boat poles."

Alison smiled with satisfaction, nodded slightly, and slowly raised her fingers, and a card emerged from between her fingers.

The wind howled, darkness swirled, and the cards spun in the wind, like some kind of fate that was about to come.

The cards burned in the wind.

The flames ignited from her fingertips and quickly engulfed the entire card. The flames rose up, reflecting her cold eyebrows and eyes.

Her voice was low but clear in the storm.

"——The Doomsdayer."

"—Royal warship."

"—Challenge our destiny."

A low roar suddenly came from the depths of the sea.

A huge battleship slowly emerged from the dark sea fog.

Its hull was as black as iron, its deck was covered with solid steel turrets, and its sides were lined with densely packed guns.
A blood-red rose is carved on the bow, symbolizing its glory and destruction.

The Rose, the royal battleship of doom, descends upon the Sea of ​​Dreams.

This warship from the old times once belonged to an Imperial Navy admiral who sank in the Nightmare Sea.
And now, it has turned into Alison's summoned creature and returned again, using artillery fire as a sword to guard this escape of life and death.

Alison stood at the bow of the Lost, the sea breeze blowing up her black windbreaker. Her eyes reflected the huge warship and she spoke slowly.

"Target, Tide of the Dead."

"Artillery salvo."

The Rose's guns all lit up with a faint blue flame.

Energy rapidly gathered in the barrel, like thunder swallowed by a storm, and the anger condensed into a roar of death at the muzzle.

boom--! ! !
The shells tore through the air with unmatched impact force, like meteors that tore apart fate, whistling and smashing into the tide of the dead!
The sea surface was blown up, flames burned, thick black smoke billowed in the flames, the remains of the undead were overturned by the shock wave, and black blood dyed the entire sea red.

The sea boiled and the wails of death echoed in the storm.

A sneer played on Alison's lips.

"Just a bunch of headless skeletons."

She turned slowly, her eyes as sharp as a knife sweeping over everyone, her voice firm and resolute.

"Now, while its firepower is still there, let's leave!"

The Lost instantly gained speed, and the ghost crew adjusted the sails in tacit understanding.

Everyone acted quickly, adjusting the course and manipulating the cables, making the entire ship like a shadow in the gale, riding the storm and rushing towards the distance!

Ian gritted his teeth, forced himself to support his tired body, and worked together with Baroque and Sima Ming to operate the sails.

Even though his legs were almost numb and his fingers were trembling slightly due to overexertion, he still gritted his teeth and persisted, not wanting to let the boat's speed slow down in the slightest.

Calvino's hands steadily controlled the rudder, his eyes looking straight ahead, as if completely ignoring the roaring tide of the dead behind him.

He never doubted Alison's ability. If she said she could do it, then she could definitely do it.

Alison stood at the side of the ship, calmly directing the ghost crew to clear the undead debris on the deck.
Throw all the broken bones that are in the way into the sea, reduce the load on the hull as much as possible, and ensure that they can leave the battlefield as quickly as possible.

Not far away, the battle on the Rose was still going on, the sound of artillery bombardment was deafening, and the flames were blazing across the sea.

Each volley tore a devastating gap in the tide of the dead, tearing apart, burning, and crushing the pursuing undead into dust.

The shells fell into the sea, causing huge waves to surge into the sky. The entire battlefield was like the abyss of hell, with the embers of death scattered and illuminating the dark sea.

But the undead continue to emerge from the depths of the Nightmare Sea, even though their companions have been torn apart by artillery fire.

But they were still roaring and rushing towards the Lost!
They won't stop, they won't retreat, they won't surrender!
They are cursed undead souls, born only to devour the living!

Alison stood at the bow, overlooking everything with a cold look.

She slowly raised her hand and waved her fingers lightly.

The next salvo from the Doomsdayer is ready to go.

boom--! ! !
The warship's artillery fire completely ignited the entire sea area.

The Lost, start the escape!

The tide of the dead is chasing!

The life-and-death battle in the Sea of ​​Dreams is not over yet...!
(End of this chapter)