Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 445 Lord of Jing Island

Chapter 445 Lord of Jing Island
"Brother and sister, shoulder to shoulder, once gazed upon the sparks of Singapore."

Now one wields a sword, the other sings a lament—

Who still remembers the garden from back then?

There was no blood, nor tears.

—From *The Broken Lion*, a collection of fragments from the court poems of Trelian.

The Royal Rose lost its last bit of power amidst flames and thick smoke, and fell into the sky as it turned into streaks of light.

Edel gripped the mysterious card tightly, its cold metal edges piercing his palm.

He took a deep breath and turned to face the last soldiers.

"Array up!"

The officer's roar echoed across the deck.

Dozens of remaining naval soldiers raised their shields in unison, planted their spears in the ground, and their armor was soaked with blood and sweat.

They had no way out—the dream cocoon was right behind them.

Allison, Rex, and Selene stood side by side at the front.

Alison's cloak was already tattered, but she still held the sword in her hand, calm and stern.

Rex's gun gleamed, and his pupils were as sharp as a hawk's.

Selene spread her blood wings, her eyes blazing with fire, as if she were about to pounce on all the blood knights in front of her.

The enormous Baroque figure stood amidst the ruins, its chest heaving violently.

He growled in a low voice, "As long as I'm standing, no one can touch them!"

The last line of defense has burned out all its will.

—At this moment when the fighting spirit was at its most intense, the song began.

A chilling melody, like the wind seeping from the depths of a tomb.

It first hummed softly, and then suddenly enveloped the entire palace.

Everyone was stunned.

As the dust settled, a figure emerged from beneath the sky—

She wore a plain white dress, her blonde hair shone with a cold light, her expression was calm, and her eyes were empty.

The song flowed from her lips, as if it were an ultimate elegy to the world.

“Liseria…” Edel’s heart sank, and his voice was almost hoarse.

Selene shuddered, her blood-red eyes instantly turning red, and her chest heaving violently.

She murmured softly, "No...it can't be...Si Ming...you...you wouldn't really..."

Tears welled up in her eyes, and under the influence of the dirge, her sorrow seemed to be magnified a hundredfold, making her feel as if she were about to collapse.

Allison's fingers were trembling; she tried to raise her sword, but suddenly lost her strength.

Rex gritted his teeth, his eyes fixed on the princess in the air, a bloodshot look creeping up his face.

Medici's laughter broke the silence.

She opened her arms wide, as if embracing this inevitable end, her voice filled with smugness and coldness:
"Sing, Liseria!"

"Act Five - The Tragedy of the Black Swan! Let the resistance of these fools be forever buried in your lament!"

The blood and fire of the battlefield seemed to freeze at that moment.

Everyone felt their breath catch in their throats from the singing.

Could it be that Si Ming is really dead?
The moment Medici gave the order, the entire battlefield fell silent.

All eyes turned to Liseria in the air.

That voice, that command, was like the judgment of death.

Edel gripped the cards in his hand so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

Selene's blood wings trembled, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Rex gritted his teeth, his eyes fixed on the indifferent figure.

Everyone knew in their hearts that the next moment might be death.

The air seemed to freeze, even the crackling of the flames was drowned out by the singing.

This is—the silence of the final act.

However, in this oppressive atmosphere of impending death, a sudden cry pierced the sky.

That was the sound of a baby crying.

The loud, clear voice, like thunder announcing life, shattered the deathly silence of the entire venue.

Edel suddenly looked up.

Almost at the same moment, the messenger beside him brightened up as he caught a light signal coming from the outer corridor of the royal palace.

"Your Highness!"

The messenger's voice trembled, "Lord Alfred reports... a prince has been born, a boy! Mother and child... are safe!"

Edel froze, a sudden warmth spreading through his chest.

His eyes reflected a complex mix of emotions: relief, excitement, and a deep sense of melancholy.

—That was his elder brother's bloodline, the only offspring left by His Highness Orion.

But what heavy fate will this child bear in the future?
Before he could ponder this deeply, the world suddenly changed.

As the baby cried again, the Blood Life Temple behind Medusa suddenly trembled violently, then rapidly shrank and collapsed!
Blood mist boiled before the palace, and a massive amount of blood gushed out, as if countless souls were howling, turning into a torrential rain of blood.

The sky was completely dyed red.

Amidst the rain of blood, a colossal island slowly emerged.

It has no coastline, yet it rises from the void, as if carried by fate itself.

—The Thirteenth Shizuishan Island!

In the center of the quiet island, a black box slowly rose and hovered in mid-air.

As the box was opened, an ancient contract scroll was revealed, its runes shining spontaneously.

But the scroll was blank. Medusa paused for a moment, then burst into wild laughter, a laughter filled with madness and triumph:
"Hahaha! Jingdao Island... is still unclaimed!"

As long as the child's name isn't registered, the contract will remain blank forever!
"Silent Island will eventually belong to me, Medici!"

The laughter echoed, but was suddenly interrupted by another voice.

"I'm so sorry, you're too late."

The sound did not come from the rain of blood, nor from the palace, but rang in everyone's ears at the same time.

Everyone felt a jolt—

That is the God of Fate.

He walked slowly towards her, and beside him, a woman in plain clothes carried an infant.

She was none other than Sophie, the wife of the former eldest son of the king, Orion.

The baby in Sophie's arms cried loudly, its eyes clear and bright amidst the blood rain.

She looked up at Si Ming and asked softly:
"Then, what should the Lord of Jing Island sign his name?"

Si Ming's lips curled up, his eyes gleaming like stars, and he smiled faintly:

"Your Highness Orion...didn't you leave your name?"

Sophie gazed at the baby in her arms, her expression gentle, her voice clear:
"His name is—Leon."

In an instant, flames suddenly burst forth from the blank spaces on the scroll.

Ancient scripts carved themselves—

"Leon Trean".

The contract is completed.

Quiet Island has an owner.

Medici stared blankly at the name that appeared on the contract.

The Blood Life Divine Palace collapsed little by little behind her, as if an old house was crushed by wind and snow.

But instead of getting angry, she threw her head back and laughed wildly.

The laughter was hoarse, filled with a strong sense of madness and cruelty.

"Hahaha... Did you think this was the end of it?"

Your struggles, your victories, are all meaningless!

Liseria, sing!

Even at the end, I will revive you again and again—

Let everyone perish in your elegy!

Before the laughter had even subsided, all eyes were on Liseria.

—That once cold and aloof singer who looked down upon all living beings, lamenting their fate.

However, she just pursed her lips and suddenly made a face.

Cunning, mischievous, and even somewhat vulgar, he lacked any of the dignity expected of royalty.

"I won't."

This sentence, though seemingly light and airy, is more powerful than a thousand troops.

Edel froze, his gaze fixed on that face.

A scene surfaced in his mind—

In the garden at dusk, a little girl with braids runs barefoot, her laughter clear and bright, devoid of royal etiquette, yet radiating the purest light.

“Li...Selya…”

Edel murmured softly, his eyes moist.

Liseria walked down slowly, her steps light yet firm.

She walked to the Fate Guardian's camp and stopped beside Edel.

Turning around, her gaze fell on Medici.

The voice was clear and firm.
"Sister, I'm back."

I am Liseria, the youngest daughter of Emperor Trelian, the Lord of the Azure Lions—Liseria.

haven't seen you for a long time."

At this moment, the situation completely reversed.

Si Ming and Alfred led Sophie and baby Leon back to the camp.

Before them, the Blood Life Palace was completely destroyed, blood gushing out. One Blood Moon Knight after another withered and fell in the rain of blood, turning into dried ashes.

Medici's hair was visibly withered, turning from gold to white, ashen and frost-like.

Her face was wrinkled and her body was hunched, as if five hundred years of her life had been taken away in an instant.

Si Ming looked at her, his voice cold and calm, as if delivering a verdict:

"Jingdao Island already has an owner."

You can no longer borrow the lives of the entire city.

Go and support your Blood Moon Ritual.

Medici—you lost.

The blood rain ceased, and the world fell silent for a moment.

"The song should have echoed in the hall, but today it has fallen silent."

The Lioness returned to her seat, and the blood moon dimmed.

In this gamble, fate did not favor the Virgin Mary.

Instead, he reserved his smile for the girl who had cried.