Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 529 Twilight of the Demon: King vs. King

He is the weapon of God, he is the king of the sea.

One was imprisoned by fate, the other made fate kneel down.

When time stood still, the lightning struck.

The world will witness two kings.

Who is worthy to write the ending?

—The Tale of the Flower Garden

The battlefield in Tokyo fell silent in an instant.

The beams of gunfire seemed to be extinguished in mid-air, and the spells and blood mist froze into a still painting.

Everyone—whether they are Onmyoji, pirates, shikigami, or Star Disaster players—
In that instant, they all looked up and saw the same scene:
A patch of flowers.

Those are cherry blossoms at dusk.

The petals do not fall to the ground, but hang in the air, freezing time within them.

Flowers bloom—time stands still;
The flower falls—damage is applied.

The moment the petals fell, the pirate lines a hundred meters away simultaneously exploded into a bloody mist.

The air was torn apart, and blood mist drifted out, staining the already frozen sky red.

And at the center of it all,

Hideyuki Hanakain stood on the back of the Thunder Beast.
With his sleeves fluttering, the pitch-black shikigami of the Breaking Army stood behind him.

His expression was as calm as a god surveying his altar.

He raised his fan, his fingertips twitching slightly.

With each breath, new petals appear in the sky.
The flow of time is thus altered.

The enemy saw their attack hovering in the air.

To see the blood stop flowing is to see death arrive prematurely.

With each step he takes, the world stands still for a moment.

His attack wasn't "fast," but rather "unable to move the opponent."

The battlefield became his solo stage.

Po Jun's blade swept out horizontally, its sharpness reaching...
The entire defensive line appeared to have been sliced ​​open by "petals".

The air shattered, the light refracted, and the world lost its color.

Xiuxing whispered:

"Flowers bloom and wither, all are moments of encounter with demons."

Tokyo Tower viewing area.

Abe Haruhisa sat upright in front of the shady sunlight.
More than ten apostle-like Onmyoji lay prostrate at his feet.

On the screen, the "frozen twilight" resembled a still painting.

Xiuxing's figure appeared both sacred and distant in the light screen.

Haruhisa's tone was cold yet admiring.
Even now, he is still perfect.

He looked up, his golden fox eyes gleaming with a soft light.

“If I hadn’t acted first that night, even the divine kingdom would have been usurped by him.”

He said this with a smile.

But his fingers unconsciously tapped on the jade fan.

That was the first time.
This man is known as the "King of Millions of Onmyoji".

It acknowledged the "fear".

Behind him, an elder of Huakaiyuan was kneeling.

He didn't look up; tears just fell to the ground, one by one.

“That night, he clearly won…we killed him.”

His voice was hoarse and almost inaudible.

"If it weren't for us... if it weren't for us old folks who were being manipulated..."

He looked towards the garden outside the shrine.
The cherry blossoms are falling there.

The wind blew, and the petals fluttered, like the fiery rain of that night.

The elder's gaze pierced through the light barrier, landing on the man known as "God's Hound."

That genius who once carried the weight of their family's honor, only to be ruthlessly betrayed by them.

Xiuxing stood on the back of the Thunder Beast, and the "Twilight Hour" around him was expanding outward.

The colors of heaven and earth completely vanished in this realm.
Only dusk remained.

The petals remained suspended in the air, unable to fall.

The wind stopped.

Even the thunder was suppressed by "time," leaving only silent light.

He raised his hand, and Po Jun stood behind him, his blade gleaming.

The Thunder Beast lowered its head, and tens of thousands of electric arcs ignited in its eyes.

That was the prelude to thunder.

Xiuxing murmured softly:
"Flowers bloom and wither—thunder serves as a sacrifice."

The Thunder Beast's thousand eyes shone brightly.

Millions of bolts of lightning converged from the sky.
They converged into a pillar of electricity reaching the sky.

The light was too strong.

So much so that the sky was reflected in the sunlight, turning it silvery white.

The Onmyoji, pirates, and even sea monsters and shikigami present at the scene

The light stung their eyes.

The air began to crack.

The void seemed to be pulled up by an invisible string.

Time is completely locked.

Wind, fire, and blood all froze in that one second.

Xiuxing's clothes fluttered.

The roar of the Thunder Beast echoed in the silent world.

He stretched out his hand, index finger pointing forward—

"Thunder descends—all worlds fall silent."

At that moment, the sky collapsed and the earth caved in.

Everyone forgot to breathe.

The only sound was thunder singing in the light.

That was the symphony of divine wrath, and the final twilight of genius.

In Abe Haruhisa's light screen
Hideyuki's silhouette stands at the heart of lightning.

The petals froze in mid-air.
Like a god in twilight,
To rewrite the world order.

thunder.

Then, the world shattered.

It was a lightning strike that threatened to "erase" even heaven and earth.

The clouds were like torn silk, and the sea breeze froze into sharp edges.

Under the lightning, mountains and rivers were destroyed, and yin and yang were silenced.

In one second—the world turned white.

No one heard a sound.
Because the sound died at that moment too.

Countless figures of Onmyoji and pirates were simultaneously electrocuted into particles of light.
Their shikigami, monsters, and sea creatures all disintegrated in the light.

The air was scorching, and the steel shell of the nuclear base turned into flowing, golden liquid.
Even the illusory chessboard of the God of Fate blurred into a white expanse in the light.

At the moment of "death," everyone thought that...
The entire battlefield of Tokyo is about to be wiped out by the Thunder Beast.

however--

When the light faded, at the end of the thunder, a shadow still stood.

The dark figure was draped in a tattered cloak.
The embroidery on the shoulder depicts the keel of the deep sea.

Lightning slid across his back, reflecting a burning red glow.

A dragon-patterned musket is slung across his back, and a crimson longsword is stuck in the ground

The sword was trembling slightly.

Fire ignited on the sword.

—Xu Long.

The soil beneath his feet was still steaming.

The red boots were half-submerged in the scorched earth.

He reached out and brushed the lightning dust off his shoulder.

His eyes burned like fire, and the curve of his lips resembled a knife.

"thunder?"

"This thing is nothing special. I've drunk strong liquor in the eyes of thunderstorms."

The Thunder Beast's gaze fell upon him, its thousand pupils flashing with electricity.

The next second, Wan Lei fell simultaneously.

Xu Long held the sword upright in one hand.

Crimson Sky Divine Sword.

That is the sword of the king of men, the legendary blade that slew the white serpent and opened a dynasty.

With a flick of the sword's edge.

Flame collides with lightning—

The lightning bolt was severed, transforming into two arcs of light that rebounded into the clouds.

The sky was torn apart.

The loud noise disappeared.

The world fell silent again.

The Thunder Beast roared, and the air trembled, but Xu Long remained unmoved.

He smiled, as if he were looking at a predatory beast.

Xiuxing was moved for the first time.

He stood on the back of the Thunder Beast, the petals still suspended in mid-air.

Time flowed silently beneath his feet. A slight throbbing pulse appeared on his brow as he looked down at the man who refused to kneel.

"Lord of the Deep Sea... You are my next target. Why rush to your death?"

Xu Long looked up.

Lightning danced in his pupils, reflecting the sea of ​​flowers in that eternal twilight.

"Death? Who knows?"

But one thing I'm clear about—

He slowly raised Chixiao to his shoulder, the blade reflecting a crimson rainbow.

"You're quite interesting, Hanakain Hideyuki."

Flames burst forth from his body.

Flames shot up into the sky along the blade.

Thunder and fire intertwine to form new elements.

It roared through the air.

"bring it on."

"Submit to me—"

"Or, die by my sword."

Petals fall.

Time paused again during the Oma Twilight Hour.

Xiuxing's figure disappeared.

Po Jun's blade slid down from the sky, tracing a cold blue arc.

Xu Long raised his sword.

The Crimson Sky Divine Sword flashed.

—Fire versus thunder.

The swallows returned and descended.

Flames scorched the sky.

In an instant, two beams of light pierced the night sky.
Intertwined fire and thunder tore through the cloud curtain.
The sky exploded into a shattered mirror.

boom--!
As dusk and night fall, the boundaries between heaven and earth become unbalanced.

Two forces exploded and intersected.

The ground collapsed, and the fire wave swept over 100 meters.

The Onmyoji barrier collapsed, and the pirate defenses retreated.

The God of Fate looked up from several hundred meters away.
The two figures were seen amidst the clashing lightning and fire.
Like a god or a devil.

The lightning bolt cast his silhouette.

The reflection in Mirror Lake shattered into countless pieces.

He smiled.

"really."

"Now that's what you call a king versus a king."

The battlefield fell into a moment of deathly silence.

The petals fell again.

The evening bells tolled from afar.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.
No one dared to breathe.

In the center of the battlefield, the sound of wind was swallowed up by thunder and fire.

The blade of Po Jun and the sword of Chi Xiao are no longer just weapons; they are like the orbits of two planets colliding with each other.

In one clash, the air was torn into a vacuum;

The second time, dust surged backward like a tide;

The third time—a time rupture, with heaven and earth repeating themselves three times.

Flowers bloom, flowers fall, flowers bloom again—all in the blink of an eye.

The thunderous beast roared, and the sky shattered.

The Crimson Dragon hovered in the air, its cannons falling like meteors, and flames wove a blood-red curtain in the sky.

That was a symphony of fire and thunder—

At dusk during the Omaha hour, the night sky over the pirate fleet overlaps with the sky above, creating a double layer.

The area where the two clashed was barren.

Fire waves, lightning, and storms were all suppressed by their royal aura, creating a "dead zone".

Whether they are Onmyoji or pirates, once they step inside, they are instantly blasted into a bloody mist by the air pressure.

That is the domain of kings, and mortals are not allowed to enter.

As Po Jun swung down, the blade traced an arc that tore the world apart, and lightning crackled at the edge of the blade.

Xu Long met him head-on, his Crimson Sky Divine Sword burning with crimson flames, the fire surging and shimmering with the light of a king's blood.

Every strike is not about speed.

That was the real feeling of "every strike drawing blood," each blow causing cracks to appear in the air.

The clash of swords and blades was like two lives being severed from each other.

Thunder and fire devoured each other, and the battlefield collapsed.

The thunder beast swooped down, and pillars of lightning fell from the clouds;

The Red Dragon turned its bow around, and a series of cannon shots roared.

The two shikigami were tearing at each other in the air, the roar of the warships and the furious roar of the thunder beasts intertwined, like an ancient myth being reenacted.

Xiuxing's white robe fluttered in the thunder and wind.

His gaze was cold, yet his steps remained as steady as a god's.

Each time he unleashes a strike, time around him pauses briefly—

In that fraction of a second, the enemy, the thunder beast, and the heavens and earth were all frozen by his sword intent.

Xu Long came riding on fire, flames coiling around his legs, as if he were treading on a burning wave.

He held Chixiao horizontally with his hand back and unleashed a powerful strike across the sky.

The aftershocks of the flashing blades and gleaming sword energy swept across hundreds of miles, tearing the entire battlefield into a vacuum.

Si Ming looked up at the war from the distant chessboard.

He even felt that the thunder and fire at this moment no longer belonged to the mortal realm.

That was a battle for the divine status of two kings—

I didn't even dare to breathe.

The Thunder Beast roared again, and the electric arcs around its body suddenly solidified.

Xiuxing's brow tumor flickered, a sharp pain shooting through him.

His body swayed slightly, and the petals beneath his feet suddenly fell.

The pain from the tumor made his breathing erratic, but at that very moment—

His eyes changed.

That was the look of a "genius".

Sharpness, sarcasm, arrogance, and the long-lost... freedom.

In an instant, his deeper personality awakened.

A light appeared in his eyes; it was not faith, but contemplation.

"This war is truly beautiful..."

If my heart hadn't been stolen by a fortune teller, I would have loved to gamble again.

Lightning burst from his fingertips, and he looked up, a youthful smile curving his lips.

That was the genius who once laughed and scorned the gods atop the castle tower of the Sakura Sea.

He said softly, "Your Highness... are you afraid?"

At the top of Tokyo Tower, Haruhisa was watching the game in front of a screen of shady sunlight.

His fingers trembled slightly, and a drop of wine spilled from his glass.

The drop of wine falling to the ground seemed like some kind of ominous premonition.

Haruhisa's gaze turned cold, his fox-like eyes flashing.

"The fox tumor... has it loosened?"

He whispered, clenching his teeth.

"Hideyuki—how dare you awaken without my permission?"

He pressed the talisman, and the fox seal in the light screen suddenly shone brightly.

Xiuxing's body trembled, and the fox-shaped tumor on his forehead opened one eye as if it were alive.

However—it was too late.

A flash of lightning suddenly appeared, and the fox's tumor throbbed.

Xiuxing raised his sword and whispered the words he had repeated a thousand times in his dreams:
"Flowers bloom and fade—once again."

The thunder beast roared, and lightning flashed everywhere;
The Broken Army burns, the blade reverses the flow of time;

The entire "Twilight Hour" barrier began to tremble, and the timeline was stretched.

He unleashed that strike.

The sky and the earth exploded simultaneously.

The world's twilight and the deep sea's night overlap at this moment.

Flowers bloom, thunder rumbles, and flames intertwine in the air to create a final shower of cherry blossoms.

The God of Destiny raised his head at the center of the core.
Seeing that sword cleave the heavens and earth,
Two beings with "divine" qualities clashed and slashed at each other in the light.
Thunder and fire intertwined, like a myth reborn.

He smiled softly.
His lips were glistening with the light of war.

"We've run out of cards, time to bet."

The countdown to the missile silo flashed in the sky—

【00:46:21】

The next second, the world was engulfed in a frenzy of light and blood.

The sword of the Flower Garden has slain gods and also struck the heavens.

But on this night, his knife was meant to cut down fate itself.

—From the Annotations of Hideyuki Kōkai-in Ōmimori

(End of this chapter)