Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 81 Escape after the flames
"The smoke of war has not yet cleared, but the pirates' voyages never cease."

"In the Sea of ​​Dreams, survival is never taken for granted."

Artillery fire burned on the dark sea, billowing smoke obscured the entire battlefield, the roar of the steel battleships tore through the tide of the dead, and the flames reflected the clouds red.

The guns of the Doomsdayer were still roaring, and the shells, trailing scorching flames, smashed into the group of dead. The blast overturned large swathes of undead wreckage.
Tear them apart, crush them, and devour them in flames. The sea churned, the dark blue soul fire gradually extinguished in the roar, and the wails of the undead were drowned out by the sound of artillery fire.

The battleship stood like a burning hellish fortress in the center of the battlefield, firmly blocking the advance of the tide of the dead.

On the other side, the Lost was riding the storm, rushing out of the shadow of death.

The sails swelled violently in the strong wind, and the ropes on the deck were pulled straight, each one was under extreme tension, as if it would break at any time.

The ghost sailors ran quickly, adjusted the angle of the mast, and maximized the speed of the ghost ship, dragging a string of broken waves and quickly leaving the battlefield.

Ian's hands tightly grasped the rope, veins popping out, his eyes bloodshot, his face pale.

His body swayed violently with the rocking of the ship. He was so tired that he could hardly stand still, but he still gritted his teeth stubbornly.

"Hold on... the wind is still ours..." His voice was hoarse, as if he was holding on to his last breath.

Baroque was furious and rushed forward, grabbing Ian's arm.

He lifted him onto his shoulders and growled, "You're so tired, why are you still trying to be brave?!"

Siming held Ian with one hand to help him steady his body, and said with a low smile: "Don't worry, you still have the wind, we are here to help you."

"Don't, don't mess it up..." Ian muttered weakly, still trying to adjust the sail himself, but he no longer had the strength to even raise his arms.

"Stop talking nonsense! Take a break, and let us take care of the sails!" Baroque interrupted him rudely.

Together with Siming, he took over the control of the cable, adjusted the wind direction, and allowed the Lost to continue moving forward at full speed.

The Lost One sped through the waves like a ghost in the night, riding the storm and rapidly moving away from the center of the battlefield.

The deck was shaking, the wind was roaring, and the ghost ship was tearing through the darkness, breaking free from the siege of the dead with the last bit of life left.

The ship was shaking violently, and the exhausted sailors grabbed everything they could hold onto, gritting their teeth to endure the impact of the waves.
Although they were exhausted, no one relaxed. They knew that if they could hold on a little longer, they would be able to escape from this nightmare completely.

Alison stood in the middle of the deck, calmly scanning the surroundings with a cold gaze that seemed to be able to penetrate the burning sea.

The remains of the dead still littered the decks, broken bones, burnt black armor, scimitars stained with black blood,

These things that did not belong to the living still carried the curse of the dead, filling the air with a sickening fishy-sweet smell.

Her brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of impatience flashed in her eyes.

"Ghost sailors, clear the deck and throw all these damn things into the sea!" she ordered without hesitation, her voice cold and decisive.

The ghost crew responded immediately, their figures moving across the deck with precision and swiftness, despite their lack of physical form.

But every action was like that of an experienced sailor who had gone through countless trainings. They picked up the wreckage silently.

Throw the broken bones of the dead into the sea piece by piece, and let them sink completely into the abyss.

The dark blue soul fire still swam between the bones, emitting a faint breath of curse, but as the wreckage was thrown into the sea,
Their light gradually faded and disappeared into the darkness.

"The sooner the better," Alison whispered. "We don't need this stuff on the boat."

Her gaze remained fixed on the distance, where the Rose's guns were still roaring. The warship's gunfire was like the fire of hell.

The tide of the dead was suppressed in place, preventing the undead from chasing the Lost.

A sneer appeared on Alison's lips, and her tone was full of sarcasm.

"Just a bunch of headless skeletons." She scoffed.

The Lost continued its journey across the Sea of ​​Dreams. The remains of the undead had been completely thrown into the sea, and the bloodstains on the deck had been silently cleaned up by the ghostly crew. As the sea breeze blew, the lingering smoke and stench of decay gradually dissipated, replaced by a long-lost freshness.

The tide was still rising and falling slightly, but it was less violent and restless than before, as if the entire sea had returned to calm with the receding of the tide of the dead.

They survived, truly escaped from the shadow of death.

The tension on the deck finally eased a little, and everyone who had been on constant alert breathed a sigh of relief.

Some people sat down on the ground, some leaned on the railing to catch their breath, and more people just stared into the distance in silence, enjoying this rare opportunity to catch their breath.

Lilia leaned lightly on the railing of the boat, let out a long breath, and finally a relaxed smile appeared on her face.

She slowly raised her eyes and looked at the people on the deck, with a glimmer of relief and relief in her eyes.

"Finally..." she said softly, with a slight smile on her lips, "I escaped death."

Baroque laughed and slapped Ian on the shoulder. The latter was shaken by the slap and staggered.

"You almost killed yourself, but you did a good job!" Baroque grinned and showed a happy smile.

Ian held his forehead, his face still pale, but he couldn't help but smile.

He waved his hands weakly, his voice low and hoarse: "Don't, don't shoot... I feel dizzy."

Siming sat down directly on the deck, stretched his arms, yawned lazily, and then raised the corners of his mouth.

He smiled and said, "It seems like I really made a profit this time. Not only did I escape from the nightmare, but I also got rid of that undead pirate king. It's a pretty good achievement anyway."

Rex adjusted the scope in his hand, his eyes still sharp, looking into the distance vigilantly, and said in a deep voice: "Don't rush to celebrate, where is the channel?"

Upon hearing this, Lilia immediately looked down at the Whale Tomb invitation in her hand.

On the black and gold parchment, the whale-shaped mark still glowed faintly.

Compared to the previous unstable fluctuations, the light at this moment was obviously clearer, guiding the direction ahead.

This means that they are still on the right course and have not deviated from the whale fall path.

She slowly raised her head and looked at everyone with a determined look: "The channel is still there, we... are still heading towards the Whale Grave."

Hearing this, Calvino finally relaxed a little. He let out a breath, raised his hand and patted the rudder, and a tired but satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

His palms were already bleeding from gripping the rudder for so long, but he didn't care. Instead, he murmured softly:

"The Lost One...we've gone further."

The tide of the dead has been left behind, the aftermath of the artillery fire is still echoing in the distant sea, but they have broken through this deadly dilemma.

However, this was only a small part of the voyage and their journey was far from over.

The Whale Tomb is still waiting for them, the unknown deep sea still hides dangers, and the future journey is still full of variables.

But at least at this moment, the Lost had a moment of peace.

Siming leaned on the railing of the boat and looked up at the sky. The slightly white clouds were reflected in his eyes.

The dark fog has gradually faded away, and a hazy morning light can be seen at the end of the sky. The faint golden light is reflected on the sea, giving the entire sea area a layer of light glow.

He narrowed his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth, and chuckled, "It's dawn."

In this chaotic and deep sea of ​​dreams, they finally welcomed the new dawn.

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