In mid-air next to the underground river, the space suddenly distorted, and several figures and a pile of debris suddenly appeared from the air and fell to the ground one after another.

Heyt was lying on the cobblestones, struggling to get up, but the weakness and weakness of the ability made him unsuccessful several times.

Seventeen got up and hurriedly ran over to help Heyat.

"Leave me alone, go see Leorik!" Hayat's legs trembled, and he tried his best not to let himself fall again: "He is the task of the master's mother's oral confession. ”

Seventeen came to the unconscious Leorik, listened to the other party's heartbeat, and nervously turned around and said, "My lord, his heartbeat is already very weak, and it may be a little while, and it will not work." ”

Looking at the half of the corpse of No. 33 beside him, Heyt gritted his teeth and said, "Everyone retreat to the ferry of the underground river!

The group walked for ten minutes to a hidden crossing on a tributary of the underground river of the Holy Acropolis.

A brig of gunships was docked there, and busy figures could be faintly seen on it.

The approach of Heyt's group quickly attracted the attention of the people left behind at the ferry.

After some conversation, Heyt led the retreating men to the deck of the sailing ship, while he himself braced himself and began to direct his men to flee as quickly as possible.

"Seventeenth, let the crew set sail as soon as possible! The enemy may find this place at any time, and one more second of stay will be more dangerous!"

"Yes, Chief!"

"Twenty-one, go and get Fifty-two, and let her stabilize Leorick's signs of life as soon as possible, at least until she leaves the Holy Acropolis. ”

"I see. ”

"Twenty-seventh, help me to the side of the ship, make sure everyone can see me, I can't fall down at this time!"

The brigs slowly drifted away from the riverbank, heading down the underground river, and as the ship moved faster and faster, the people on board seemed more relaxed.

Hayt removed the hood of his robe and removed a pair of animal masks carved out of wood, revealing the swarthy face of a Southern Empireman.

On the 27th, at this time, the mask on his face was removed, revealing his original face, and looking at it, it was actually an Arab girl with slightly dark skin and a handsome appearance.

"Father, are we safe?" Twenty-Seven looked at Heyat, his eyes still filled with fear.

Hayt shook his head: "Selma, it's too early to say safe, we can only be considered safe when the ship leaves the border of the Holy Acropolis and sails into the Rhoneville Kingdom." ”

"The enemy of the Church we met underground, he used two unrelated abilities, so he should be a successor, right?"

Listening to his daughter's analysis, Hayt first nodded, then shook his head: "He is indeed an inheritor, but not only does he use the two abilities of 'Speed' and 'Frozen', when that crossbow is about to hit him, his skin turns into metal in an instant, that is, he can also use 'metal skin'." ”

"With the ability to use three abilities, is there such a successor in the church?"

Hayt pondered for a moment, then continued: "That man wears the robe of a church deacon, Sinclair calls him Felichild, and it stands to reason that the successor who can use the three abilities should also be considered a high-ranking official among the blasphemous apostles of the church. The information of this person should also be recorded in the presbyterian congregation. But the name, as far as I can remember, the Presbyterians don't know anything about, it's so strange......"

After thinking about it, Selma said, "Could this person have been hiding in the shadows and not registered as a blasphemous apostle?"

"It's possible, but there's one more thing that worries me. The two servants beside him, the female warrior of the North Island had almost monstrous reflexes and body coordination, and the knight of black armor was comparable in strength and destruction to the most powerful legionary wrestlers. Do you know what it means that these two servants, who can easily squeeze into the top 10 of the Discord Legion, are now acting as thugs under a church deacon?"

Her father's words sent Thelma into deep thought.

Hayt sighed deeply: "This man named Felichild may be more terrible than we imagined. ”

"Chief, we can already see the light at the entrance of the cave, and we will soon be able to leave the underground river!"

The sound from the watchtower sent a relieved smile to Hayat's face.

"As long as we can leave this haunted place, sail south to find a safe port of call, and complete Leorik's resurrection ritual, the Mistress's mission will be successfully completed. ”

Thelma's face showed a puzzled look: "Father, I don't understand, why does the mistress care so much about Leorek?"

Heyat said with a serious expression: "How can you and I guess the intention of the master mother?"

Perhaps the tone was too harsh, Thelma's aggrieved appearance made Hayt's heart soften, and he whispered: "In my opinion, the Mistress hopes to use the Soul Restoration Ritual to control Leorek in order to establish a stronghold of the Presbyterian Church in the diocese. The specific method is to use the council of succession election to kill most of the nobles in power in the Holy Acropolis, and then let Leorick's soul enter the body of Sinclair or Matild and return to the throne. The Mother of Hostess can control the entire Acropolis by controlling Leorik. ”

Thelma still didn't understand: "I understand all this, but what's the use of the Mistress controlling the Holy Acropolis?"

Hayat looked around and made sure that there was no one around, and his voice was almost silent: "The war between the Abbasid Empire and the Ayyubid Empire is coming to an end soon, and Lord Saladin, who has won the favor of the Allah, is about to dominate the whole south, and the mistress wants to ......"

Heyat's words were interrupted by a sudden shout.

"Chief, look at the heavens!"

Heyt followed the shouts of the crowd and looked up at the sky, and the sight in his eyes stunned him to the ground.

A large griffon, hovering above the ship's head, a heavily armed female warrior of the North Island, took out a horn made of conch from her waist, and blew a long, deep battle sound.

"Not good!" Hayat hurriedly turned his face to the stunned crew of the ship, and shouted anxiously: "Row the oars, full sails, throw away all unnecessary baggage on board, speed up, speed up!"

The crew, who had just woken up from a dream, hurriedly began to carry out the leader's orders.

With the sound of a heavy trumpet, the second and third griffons joined the circle.

Looking at the sky, with only anxiety and uneasiness in his eyes, he put on his mask again, raised the oak staff in his hand, and shouted at the others on the ship: "Ballista, bows and arrows, slings, take out all the weapons you can use, and prepare for war!"

Soon, the first griffon, with its North Island Valkyrie, swooped down towards the ship under sail.

As the griffon's height grew lower, an arrow shot out of the Valkyrie's bow and stabbed exactly into the throat of a sailor.

The ship's crew, with all the weapons in their hands, shot at the attackers, but the griffons were too fast to achieve much success.

One after another, the griffons began to dive towards the ship from different angles, and the arrows in the Valkyrie's hands seemed to have eyes, harvesting one life after another.

At this moment, Legionnaire Twenty-One, standing on the deck, clawed his hands into two small fireballs. He spotted a swooping griffon, and two fireballs struck the other in front of the other.

The griffin dodged the first fireball by rolling on its side, only to be hit by the second fireball in its wings.

In pain, it lost its balance and fell into the river with the Valkyrie on its back.

Looking at the other griffin knights, scrambling to rescue the fallen companion, Heyt finally let out a long sigh.

The threat from the sky has finally been lifted for the time being.

Just when the whole boat was not rejoicing for long, there was a rapid sound of horses' hooves on the riverbank, which once again attracted everyone's attention.

Twenty black, heavily armored knights who seemed to come from the battlefield of the gods, riding tall and majestic war horses, galloped on the riverbank.

Hayat looked at the group of black-armored knights and said dumbfounded: "How can there be such a fast horse in the world?!"

It was no wonder that he was astonished, the banks of the river were overgrown with weeds and rocks, and it was difficult for ordinary people to walk, but the knights seemed to be riding on flat ground.

Feeling bad, Hayt looked first at the chasing knights, and then at the river where the ships were heading, and he finally discovered the source of his premonition.

One hundred meters directly in front of the boat is a bend in the crossing, and the river narrows and rises to create a natural jump.

Just as Hayt had just figured everything out, the black-armored knight also rushed to the platform at the mouth of the river, only to see a black-armored knight at the head of the group, stepping on the rocks on the riverbank and jumping towards the deck, jumping towards the moving armed sailboat.

Hyatt, whose heart was in his throat, measured the distance and muttered, "It's too far for him to jump up......"

To his surprise, the knight at the head jumped into the air, and as he fell, something like a whip stretched out from under the iron armor of his arm, tightly wrapping around the ship's mast.

The knight's arm pulled hard, and the sailboat was staggered by the tremendous force.

The knight also took advantage of this force and rushed to the deck with men and horses.

Heyt looked at the knight who had jumped onto the deck and untied a large sword more than a man tall from his back, his pupils dilated instantly.

He lifted the oak staff and shouted, "Meet the enemy!"