Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 91: Former Companion, Today's Nightmare

"Do you think they're all dead? No, Baroque."

"They just survived in a different way."

The streets of Whale Grave were a chaotic mess, and the narrow alleys looked like a crisscrossing maze under the noise and lights of the pirates.

The air was filled with a damp, fishy smell, a suffocating mixture of alcohol, blood, and the embers of burning kerosene.

Baroque was panting heavily, running quickly on the slippery cobblestone road, with dozens of pirates in sailor uniforms chasing him closely.
He roared and shuttled through the darkness, his long sword flashing with a cold chill in the firelight.

"Damn it! What on earth do these lunatics want to do?!"

Baroque kicked over a wooden barrel on the side of the road. The falling wood chips and dirty water blocked the pursuers' progress, but only delayed them briefly.

Originally, he just wanted to go to the underground boxing arena to watch the excitement and have a few fights. However, he didn't expect to win so easily and directly attracted guys who should not be provoked.

When the pirates surrounded him, they only said one sentence - "Our big man has taken a liking to you, come and visit us."

"An invitation from Whale Grave? Not interested!"

Baroque refused bluntly, but the other party not only did not give up, but tried to take him away by force.

He had no choice but to use the most direct method - his fists to open a bloody path!
He suddenly rushed out from the alley, knocking over a row of shelves, and wooden boards and iron barrels collapsed. The vendors' angry shouts echoed in the night.

However, Baroque had no time to pay attention. He rushed into the market and almost bumped into a familiar figure.

Ian was just coming out of the market, lazily strolling around with a piece of dried fish in his mouth, when he saw Baroque rushing towards him like a mad bull.
Behind him was a group of fully armed pirates chasing him angrily.

Ian raised an eyebrow, slowly chewed the dried fish in his mouth, and said leisurely: "Uh... Baroque? Who did you offend?"

"Damn those Whale Grave Pirates! They want me to meet some bullshit 'big shot'!"

Baroque cursed with gritted teeth and gasped.

Ian chuckled, spat out the dried fish, and lightly touched his waist with his fingers. The sharp double knives were already spinning in his palms.

He tilted his head, his eyes meaningful: "Oh? Sounds like a good invitation."

Dozens of pirates had surrounded the two men. The leading captain sneered and stared at Baroque.
"Baroque, our general has personally asked to see you. It is your honor."

"Bullshit! I don't know any general!" Baroque clenched his fists, his eyes fierce.

The captain shrugged, seemingly unsurprised by the answer. He raised his hand lazily, waving his black-gloved fingertips lightly.

The pirates drew their swords at the same time. The curved scimitars reflected a cold light in the firelight, and murderous intent was in the air.

Ian whistled softly, twirling the two swords deftly between his fingers, and said nonchalantly, "Baroque, it seems they admire you very much."

Baroque grinned and clenched his fists fiercely: "What do you mean by appreciation or not? Let's beat them up first!"

A strong wind swept in with murderous intent, and in an instant, knives flashed everywhere in the alley, and the smell of blood was everywhere!
Ian's figure was like a ghost, moving quickly among the sword lights.

He suddenly jumped up, dodging a scimitar that was coming at him. He turned his two swords, and the blades flashed, directly cutting his opponent's wrist. Blood splattered, and the pirate retreated screaming.

"You have too many people." Ian smiled, dodging and easily drawing his sword. Every swing took away the fighting power of an enemy.

"Chop a few and it won't be much."

Baroque snorted coldly, lowered his shoulders, and knocked a pirate who was rushing towards him away. Then, he swung his fist like a falling hammer, smashing it into the face of another guy!

The sound of bones breaking was accompanied by screams, and blood mixed with teeth splattered. The pirate was knocked flying, hit the wall hard, and fainted.

Blood splattered on the wet stone slabs, the air was filled with the metallic sound of blades clashing, and screams and roars intertwined into a chaotic symphony.

However, at this moment——

"stop--!"

A deafening roar exploded, echoing in the alley like thunder!
The air suddenly stagnated, and a heavy pressure swept across the entire street. Everyone instinctively stopped what they were doing and turned to look towards the end of the alley.

Ian and Baroque looked up at the same time and looked at the figure walking slowly towards them.

A burly man wearing whale-skin armor slowly approached, his steady steps carrying an unignorable sense of oppression.

In the night, his figure was as heavy and indifferent as a giant beast. The black metal mask reflected the firelight, like the face of the god of death, cold and ruthless.

His palm rested casually on the giant blade at his waist, and every step seemed to announce the coming of death.

All the pirates lowered their heads unconsciously, even the captain of the sailors took a step back involuntarily, with cold sweat oozing from his forehead.

Baroque's pupils suddenly shrank and his face became terribly gloomy.

"No...impossible..."

The burly warrior approached slowly, his footsteps echoing on the stone slabs, each step so heavy that it seemed to crush the shadows of the past.

His cold gaze penetrated the night and locked onto Baroque who was standing in a pool of blood.

"Baroque, I didn't expect you still remember me."

His voice was low and hoarse, as if bones were rubbing against each other, with a kind of emptiness and coldness that did not belong to a living person.

Baroque clenched his fists subconsciously, his knuckles turning white from the excessive force.

His breathing became disordered and his heart seemed to be beating like a drum in his chest.

This is impossible... He is clearly dead... His throat moved and he murmured softly: "Greg... Belog?"

The other person smiled slightly, with a familiar mockery on the corners of his mouth, but his eyes were deeper than before, like a dark blue undercurrent swallowed by the deep sea.

"Heh, it seems you still remember me." Gregor spoke slowly, his tone filled with a sense of familiarity and amusement.

"You... are still alive?" Baroque gritted his teeth and forced himself to remain calm.

"No." Gregor reached out and took off the mask, revealing a pale face. His skin was covered with dark blue secret patterns, and every line seemed to be wriggling slightly.

His eyes were deep and dark, like the whisper of a sleeper.

"We have found a different way to survive," he whispered.

Baroque's body trembled slightly, and old memories surged in his mind.

Before the shipwreck, he was just a young sailor, standing behind Gregor on his first pirate ship.

Gregor was his combat mentor and the most trusted warrior in the fleet.

They had fought side by side, splitting the storm, breaking into the thunderfield, and even struggling to survive on the brink of destruction.

But after the shipwreck, the entire fleet was swallowed up by the Youmeng Sea, and only Baroque survived.

He thought they were all dead.

He thought he was the only survivor.

"You... shouldn't be alive."

Baroque's voice was low, hiding a hint of uncertainty.

"Alas, not only am I alive, I'm even stronger than before."

Gregor chuckled, revealing a mouthful of sharp, pale teeth that looked too sinister to be human.

His eyes slowly swept over Baroque, and his tone suddenly became meaningful.

"Don't you find it strange? Why, you were the only one alive at that time?"

He leaned forward slightly, his gaze as deep as the abyss, "Why do you want us to sink to the bottom of the sea?"

Baroque's heart suddenly tightened and his breathing became rapid.

Yes, why...

He closed his eyes, and the scene of that year emerged in his mind——

The seawater was churning on the deck, the hull was pitching violently, and shouts of terror were heard one after another. The wind was howling, tearing the masts,

A faint blue light flickered on the dark sea, staring at them like some kind of eternal malice.

He remembered falling to the deck, blood blurring his vision.

He remembered his hand tightly grasping Gregor's wrist, trying to pull him back from the rolling waves...

But he couldn't do it.

He could only watch as Gregor was swallowed by the waves, pulled into the endless abyss, and finally sank into darkness.

Baroque's fists clenched and his breathing became heavy and cold.

There was a smile on Gregor's lips, but there was no warmth in that smile.

He slowly raised his right hand. That hand was no longer a human arm, but a mysterious skeleton made up of countless twisted bones, with a strange luster flashing at the fingertips.

"Baroque, you abandoned us."

Gregor's voice was low and cold, as if it came from the bottom of the sea. "Now, you need to pay a small price for this..."

The air froze instantly, and murderous intent surged like a tide.

In the alley, there was only the sound of the wind blowing through the tattered canvas, making a whimpering echo.

Ian clenched his two swords, frowned slightly, and asked in a low voice: "Baroque, who is this guy?"

Baroque took a deep breath, his eyes gradually becoming firm: "...Former companion."

Ian narrowed his eyes, a faint smile playing on the corner of his mouth: "Ever?"

Baroque slowly raised his fist and said in a deep voice: "Now, he is my enemy."

Gregor's mouth curled up slightly, and a faint blue light surged in his palm, strange and eerie. His secret card slowly appeared - the Bone Throne.

"Then let me see if you have the qualifications to... leave here alive."

His voice was low and cold, with a hint of morbid excitement.

The sound of bones rubbing against each other was heard in the air, and two ferocious bone spears suddenly grew out of Gregor's arms. Dark blue secret patterns flowed on the bone blades, flashing an ominous luster.

The battle is about to break out.

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