Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 96: Falsified Glory: The Truth of the Blood Whale Battle
"History is written by the victors, and the truth is buried forever."

The flagship of the Terrian Royal Fleet, the "Crown", was sailing quietly off the coast of the Whale Grave. The atmosphere inside the cabin was luxurious and tranquil.
Velvet carpets covered the floor, golden candlesticks cast a soft glow on the walls, and the air was filled with the aroma of mellow red wine.

The wine swayed gently in the crystal glass, reflecting a deep scarlet luster, like blood blending into the dark ocean.

Major General Edmund Howard narrowed his eyes slightly, his slender fingers carelessly stroking the wall of the cup, his gaze as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

He gently raised the wine glass, sniffed the aroma of the wine, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"If you are a stepping stone, you should be aware of the fact that you are a stepping stone." His voice was soft and cold, as if he was narrating an insignificant incident.

Lieutenant General Lennox Flemington, who was standing opposite him, chuckled softly and placed his wine glass gently on the table.
The bottom of the cup hit the table, making a crisp sound, like the steady and powerful sound of a bell before a warship sets sail.

"Hahaha, Your Excellency Major General, your sense of humor is still as sharp as ever."

Lennox tapped his fingers on the table, a hint of amusement and sarcasm in his eyes. "Unfortunately, she doesn't seem to understand this yet."

Edmund tilted his head slightly, a hint of disdain in his eyes. He gently spun the wine glass in his hand, and the deep red wine left dense ripples on the wall of the glass.

His voice was still unhurried, his tone soft, even with a hint of nonchalant elegance.

"Then let her shut up."

His tone was extremely calm, as if he was discussing a trivial transaction or shooing away an insignificant mosquito.

He slowly brought the wine glass to his lips and took a sip, but the coldness in his eyes became even deeper under the reflection of the red wine.

The man whose name was casually erased in their remarks was standing at the bow of the Lost, silently watching the coming storm.

Distant memories surfaced, Edmund narrowed his eyes, and the blood-stained sea emerged in the depths of his mind.

It was the most brutal battle in the history of the Trian Navy, and in the eyes of some people, the most "successful" political conspiracy.

The Battle of the Blood Whale, the final battle between the Empire and the Western Combined Fleet, was a battle that was supposed to be a battle of glory and sacrifice.

But in the end, he became a bargaining chip in the hands of some people and was ruthlessly pushed onto the gambling table of power.

Young Alison Griffith stood on the bow of the Judgment.

The strong wind tore at her uniform and the waves stirred up layers of white foam on the deck.

Her gaze was resolute, with only six warships behind her, and the soldiers fighting alongside her were all determined to die.

She knew that the enemy's thirty warships had already surrounded them, yet she still chose to advance without hesitation. Her orders were resounding and without hesitation.

"All troops advance to meet the enemy."

At that moment, she had no choice and could not choose.

If she doesn't stop the enemy, the Empire's main fleet will not be able to reach the battlefield in time, and what awaits them will be complete destruction.

So, she fought against a powerful enemy with an extremely small number of troops, deep into the enemy's territory, and fought for six days and nights in the midst of artillery fire and storms.

With extraordinary tactical talent and fearless spirit, he managed to hold back thirty enemy ships, thus buying the best opportunity for the main fleet to encircle them.

Every deployment and every fight was carried out under the watchful eyes of the god of death, and her fleet was like a pack of lone wolves, biting the throat of the giant beast in the storm.

However, she didn't know that the outcome of that battle was never determined by courage.

The Empire's main fleet has already been assembled and only needs to advance according to plan.
By joining forces with the vanguard fleet, the enemy can be trapped in a dead end with no way to escape.

Tactically, they should cooperate with Allison to encircle and annihilate the enemy with lightning speed.

However, the reality was far from that - their fleet remained motionless, quietly watching Allison's fleet trapped in a brutal battle with no support and isolation.

Lennox and Edmund are not incompetent, they just choose not to move.

They were going to wait for Alison to die.

After her fleet was completely consumed, her soldiers died in bloody battles, and she tore a hole in the victory with her own hands,

They then naturally stepped onto the battlefield and easily won the victory.

In this way, they can avoid the loss of direct fighting and firmly take the honor of this war.

And Alison's body, along with all her fallen men, will only serve as stepping stones for their knighthood and honors.

When the main fleet of the Trian Empire finally arrived, Alison's fleet was almost gone.

The wrecked warship fluttered in the wind like a torn flag, its mast broken and its deck covered in blood.
The muzzles of the guns were charred, the wounded were groaning, and her soldiers had already fought in a pool of blood until the last moment.

She used her flesh and blood to forge a path to victory for the empire.

Lennox and Edmund simply walked leisurely on this blood-soaked road.

Taking over a battle they had never truly participated in, the Empire's flagship sailed into the battlefield, achieving a perfect "harvest battle" with minimal losses and the most relaxed attitude. They were the victors.

Allison and her comrades became victims of victory.

The post-war military trial was a complete power play.

Allison's achievements were completely erased, and her merits were reduced to a meaningless sacrifice.

Her soldiers, those who fought to the last drop of blood for the empire, were charged with "acting on their own" and "disobeying orders".

They were expelled, stripped of their military status, and even their families were deprived of the pensions and subsidies provided by the empire.

They were left on the streets, homeless, and allowed death and hunger to devour the rest of their lives.

And those true traitors stood at the pinnacle of power in the empire.

Lennox and Edmund - the two "steady, rational, and tactically precise" generals,

At the celebration banquet of the Trian Empire, he was awarded a medal symbolizing the highest military merit, and his name was recorded in history, becoming the symbol of the empire's new generation of war god.

The golden medal of honor gleamed in the candlelight, and beneath those intricately carved inscriptions,
They are the piles of bones that are trampled under their feet and never mentioned.

Edmund gently put down the wine glass, his fingertips wet with wine. He looked down at the scarlet marks on his fingers and curled the corners of his lips thoughtfully.

"She's an excellent chess piece, but unfortunately..."

His voice was filled with regret, as if he were sighing, but without any sympathy. "The chess pieces that think they can dominate the game are often the easiest to be abandoned."

Lennox leaned back in his chair, supporting his chin with one hand, his eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a sinister and cold light.

"We gave her a chance to live, but she didn't take it."

He paused, a cold smile playing on his lips, "Now, she actually dares to show up in the Whale Grave? Who does she think she is?"

Edmund did not answer immediately, but slowly shook the glass.
The red wine in the glass left scarlet marks on the crystal clear wall of the glass, like flowing blood.

"Perhaps, she just wanted to prove that she still has the right to choose."

His tone was light and playful, "But the truth is... she had no choice at all."

He raised his glass and smiled slightly, as if he was reading out a judgment that had already been prepared.

"She has already lost."

At the bow of the Lost, Alison stood there quietly, the sea breeze ruffling her hair and the night shrouding her profile.

Her gaze was calm and sharp as she looked towards the fleet in the distance, flying the golden double-headed eagle flag of the empire.

She had no anger or impulsiveness.

She just watched calmly, like a hunter, watching her prey slowly walk into the trap she set.

"Are you heartbroken? Why?" Lilia stood beside her and asked softly.

Alison didn't look back, a faint sneer playing on the corner of her lips.

"I am heartbroken for my foolish loyalty, Lilia."

She exhaled slowly, her tone as cold as steel. "But it doesn't matter. They are enemies, not friends. And there are some accounts that I can't help but want to settle."

Her voice was calm, yet revealed an indescribable determination.

"Hey, first mate."

A low voice came from behind her, and Baroque walked out of the cabin and stood beside her, his eyes firm and steady.

"No matter who your enemy is, we are on your side."

Alison was slightly startled and looked back behind him——

Siming smiled at her and waved lazily, while Calvino nodded gently to her.
Ian and Rex stood there without saying a word, but they simultaneously placed their hands on their hearts, as if they were making some kind of tacit oath.

They didn't ask her why, didn't ask if she was worth it.

They just stood there, unwavering, standing behind her.

Alison's eyes softened slightly, then she gently closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and when she opened them, her gaze became as sharp as a knife again.

Her battle never ends.

This time, she will not let anyone take away her glory.

(End of this chapter)