Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 226 Reinforcements Appear, Swords Pointed at the Shrine

"If the gods fall, they will no longer have mercy on the living; the sword will ultimately be raised by the believers themselves."

The black mist slowly surged at the end of Luoshen Street, like a nightmare that refused to leave, tightly enveloping the entire street.

Si Ming stepped on the sticky, broken talisman tiles, each step feeling like stepping into flesh and blood, heavy and oppressive.

The scorch marks from the previous battle's burning paper talismans still lingered on his shoulders, but his eyes remained calm as still water.

The team regrouped as they moved quickly, with ten people forming two lines to provide cover for each other.

Xiao Lianyin walked on the other side, her expression solemn, holding the newly applied Slaanesh lipstick in her hand like an elegant yet dangerous dagger.

Her several "followers" surrounded her, watching the writhing black shadow ahead warily.

The outlines of the buildings on both sides of the street are broken and blurred, and the torii gates and lanterns are tilted and buried in the scorched soil.

The walls still bear the remnants of tattered white robes of clergy, fluttering in the night wind like torn old flags.

The ground was covered with broken fox masks and shattered ritual objects, and dark red, dried bloodstains crisscrossed and spread to the center of the street.

"and many more."

Wang Yichen gave a low reminder, his hand resting on his weapon.

Behind the wall ahead, several dark figures rose and fell silently.

The next second, a short "hiss" sounded, and a monster suddenly pounced out!

—A new fallen god shikigami.

"Be on guard!" Si Ming shouted coldly.

Approaching was a "Flying Incense Witch," its body twisted like a woman's, tall yet thin as a withered branch, its body draped in tattered sacrificial robes.

Her face was hollow, with three burning incense sticks stuck in her forehead, her fingernails were long and thin like knives, and her hair flew around like burning flames.

Behind her followed several "spirit-bound children," child-shaped dolls that looked like they had been forcibly pulled from a pile of paper slips.
His lips were stitched up, his eyes were vacant, and he exuded a mixture of incense and rotting wood odor.

"Enemy attack!"

He Chengxun reacted extremely quickly, drawing two black M9 automatic pistols from his waist and skillfully dual-wielding them. He stood in front and fired three shots at the "Fragrance Flying Witch" who was rushing towards him!
“Bang! Bang! Bang——!”

The bullet struck the target's collarbone and chest area precisely, igniting dark gray flames and fragments of talisman paper, but the enemy barely retreated.

“…As expected, it’s a semi-materialized spirit.” He Chengxun cursed under his breath, quickly reloaded, knelt on one knee to stabilize his center of gravity, and turned his firepower towards the opponent’s lower body, trying to slow down the advance.

The air vibrated, and a burst of incense flame transformed into a crescent-shaped arc, tearing through space and forcing back the front row!

The team was almost scattered.

At this critical moment, a white blade suddenly pierced through the air!
A loud "clang!" rang out, like a divine blade being drawn from its sheath.

Fei Wu's arm and upper body were severed by a crescent-shaped blade of light! His mangled body tumbled to the ground, black blood bubbling and rolling.

The figure landed in the crowd with the speed of a gust of wind.

"What are you still standing there for?"

The girl's voice was as cold as frost.

She was a young girl in silver battle armor, her skirt fluttering in the wind below her knees.

A white ribbon bearing the character "斩" (cut) hangs above his head. His eyes are cold and icy. In his hand is an oddly shaped katana, its back engraved with dense runes, and the gleaming blade still bears traces of black blood.

“A step later, and you would all have been fed to the gods.”

As soon as she finished speaking, she swung her hand back, and before the other spirit-bound child could get close, it was swept away by a single blade and severed.

"--who is she?"

Wang Yichen murmured, his expression so shocked he could barely speak.

"They are reinforcements."

Si Ming narrowed his eyes, examining the life patterns that were faintly emerging on the katana.

"A mystery master?" Wang Yichen gritted his teeth.

“Not just a mystery master,” Si Ming said in a low voice, “but a very powerful one.”

Nobuna didn't waste any words.

She pointed her knife at the shrine's shadow wheel at the end of the street, which hadn't yet collapsed, her tone calm and firm:
"My name is Nobuna Mishinin, a mystery strategist. If you want to live, follow me."

Si Ming and Xiao Lianyin nodded almost simultaneously: "With her."

The team quickly adjusted their formation, fighting with their backs against the wall, following behind the girl, and broke through the encirclement of the fallen gods!

The sky suddenly changed color.

The white mist rose like a tide.

The thick, wispy fog seemed to seep from the depths of the earth, accompanied by faint murmurs.

The moment everyone stepped into the vermilion torii gate, it spread out in all directions at an incredible speed.

In just five seconds, the street, which was still vaguely discernible, was completely swallowed up by a white expanse.

The image of the shrine behind the torii gate, as if splashed with ink, blurred, distorted, rotated, and misaligned, gradually disappearing without a trace.

Instead, there are countless overlapping, intersecting, spiraling downward corridors and courtyards.

It was as if everyone had simultaneously stepped into a dream within a mirror.

But the real hunt has only just begun.

The black mist slowly surged at the end of Luoshen Street, like a nightmare unwilling to be extinguished, clinging tightly to the broken streets and alleys.

Si Ming stepped onto the sticky, broken talisman tiles, each step sending a dull, cold echo through the soles of his boots, as if he were stepping into flesh and dregs.

The scorch marks from the burning paper talismans still lingered on his shoulder, but his eyes remained as calm as a knife.

The team quickly regrouped, with ten people forming two lines, providing cover for each other as they advanced cautiously.

Xiao Lianyin walked on the other side, her expression solemn. In her hand, she held the newly applied Slaanesh lipstick between her fingers, like an elegant yet sharp dagger.

Her few followers surrounded her closely, guarding the area and watching out for any undercurrents in the thick fog.

The buildings on both sides of the street were dilapidated, like a ghost town, with torii gates and lanterns collapsed into the scorched earth.

Fragments of the clergy's white robes remained on the wall, fluttering in the cold wind as if a torn soul was struggling.

Broken fox masks and shattered ritual implements lay scattered on the ground; the bloodstains had long since dried, and dark red trails snaked their way to the center of the street.

"...We are trapped by a barrier."

Xin Nai spoke in a low voice, his hand on the hilt of his sword, his whole body tense, and a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"Illusion-level domain..."

Xiao Lianyin frowned. "And it's not just a simple world-type system."

Si Ming took two slow steps forward and looked down at the paving stones beneath his feet—those seemingly ordinary bluestone bricks.

Amidst the swirling mist, a slightly undulating mirror-like texture emerged, faintly reflecting blurry images.

"mirror."

he murmured.

Just then, a series of crisp, cracking sounds suddenly rang out from all directions, like ceramics cracking or the groans of twisting human bones. Several figures slowly emerged from the thick fog.

They were dressed in tattered clerical robes, but their faces had been completely smoothed out, becoming smooth, mouthless, and noseless white porcelain mirrors.

However, a black talisman was embedded in the center of his forehead.

Some carried broken shrines, others held shattered shards of glass, walking like priests, each step casting deep shadows and echoing on the ground.

—Fallen Goddess, Mirror Priestess.

"They were not summoned."

Si Ming's eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice was low.

"They are part of the illusion themselves."

"It's hard to tell friend from foe, and hard to distinguish mirror image from mirror image."

Xiao Lianyin spoke rapidly, her gaze sharp as a knife.

“Remember—don’t believe any language! Soon, we will encounter our own ‘mirror’.”

Before the words were finished, the thick fog was suddenly torn open like a curtain.

"—It's here."

Nobuna's voice turned cold, and her right hand was already on the hilt of the sword.

Just as everyone was preparing to fight, a cold and piercing shriek rang out from mid-air!
The next second, countless shattered mirrors appeared and spun irregularly in the air, as if shattered mirrors were falling from the sky.

The mirror reflects—

everyone.

It's not just about appearance.

It is also the deepest fear in one's heart.

"Don't look in the mirror!"

Xiao Lianyin shouted sharply, but someone was already too late.

The ordinary man named Liu Chenchuan was startled when he saw a face with bloodshot eyes widening in the mirror. He subconsciously turned his head to try to recognize it.

result--

He was directly strangled from behind by his own reflection in the mirror!

"Illusory projection—!"

Si Ming reacted extremely quickly, flipping his wrist to draw a spade playing card.

"Burning!"

The playing cards transformed into scorching flames, shooting straight out and leaving a charred ring around the "reflection."

Fabio fell heavily to the ground, his eyes wide with terror, his breathing rapid.

"here we go."

Shinna spoke in a cold voice.

The true trial has begun.

Suddenly, two enormous figures appeared in the thick fog!

A woman sits atop a broken shrine, draped in a tattered white veil, her hair flowing like vines, her back entwined with dense, incandescent curse runes.

The other figure is a warrior covered in mirrored armor, carrying four broken blades on his back. His face is a single, enormous bronze mirror, reflecting no image whatsoever.

【Fallen God Shikigami - Illusionary Palace Maiden】

【Fallen God Shikigami: Mirror Blade Warrior】

"Double Bosses?"

Wang Yichen gasped, his face filled with disbelief.

"The same branch of the Mysterious Remains."

Si Ming said calmly, "It's only natural that they can appear at the same time."

[Mirror Blade Warrior] takes the lead!
Its body rushed into the group like a blur, and its huge bronze mirror face reflected the spreading ripples, forcibly covering all senses!
Shinobu roared, and his demonic power exploded instantly, unleashing a Demon Flash Echo that sparked.

But the Mirrorblade Martial God showed no intention of retreating!

With a flick of his right hand, four broken blades were drawn simultaneously, slashing toward different targets with four different trajectories!

Xiao Lianyin took a calm breath, bit her lip, and took out a spare Destiny Card:
"Nine Palaces Fortune Turning - Temporary Prediction, Fate Takes a Bending Direction!"

The card glowed faintly, forcefully altering the trajectory of a slash!
At the same time, the God of Fate cast a heart card:
"confusion!"

The Mirror Blade Martial God's movements faltered!
But behind it, the Illusionary Palace Mistress had already waved her sleeve—several talisman mirrors rose into the air, reflecting the deepest remnants of memories in everyone's hearts, subjecting them to mental pollution!
Wang Yichen caught a glimpse of himself at the bottom of the hospital stairs and nearly collapsed to his knees.

Fabio suddenly pounded his chest and roared, trying to dispel the hallucination with pain!

"Look away! Don't look into your eyes!"

The God of Fate roared.

In the dim light, everyone struggled to hold on.

Xiao Lianyin suddenly shouted:
"I come!"

Her lips parted slightly, and a crimson glow revived.

A gentle kiss on the mysterious object in her hand—the next second, silvery-white tail feathers drifted down.

—Fox Lord Tu Long, Nine-Tailed Fox, has appeared!

The half-human, half-fox light and shadow slowly solidified, and it was the spirit of a fox demon from the oldest pantheon in Fallen Red Mirror Village.

A murmur.

lens--

It shattered with a deafening roar!

At the same time, Serian also unleashed her blood power at this moment, kicking and shattering half of the Mirror God's mask!

Si Ming slid along the ground, growling:
"Core targets exposed! Focus fire!"

Within ten seconds—slash, curse, and fire explosion!
Amidst the shattered mirror rain, the two fallen god shikigami were utterly destroyed.

The fog trembled, and the illusion began to dissipate.

Standing on the street littered with shattered mirrors and broken walls, the group had barely caught their breath when they saw the depths ahead.

That thicker, deeper black fog—

The gate leading to the dark central main street is slowly opening.

"Beneath the cracks in the mirror lies its peering eye."

"They are nearing the gates of God."
Behind the door, however, came the laughter of a fallen god.

(End of this chapter)