A sailor drew his bowstring, aimed at the black-armored knight on his horse, and fired an arrow.

Under the action of the tail feathers, the arrow draws a nearly straight trajectory in the air and accurately hits the armor on the opponent's side ribs.

There was no expected blood flower, only sparks emitted by metal strikes.

The archer was stunned, and before he could react, the alien war horse had already come to his eyes in the blink of an eye, and the snow light flashed. The next second, all he saw was the hovering sky and the fallen body.

A spear stabbed from below, and Alfonso grabbed the spear and flicked his arm, and the spear-wielding enemy was lifted out of thin air and thrown into the rushing river like a kite with a broken string.

The sword was held flat, and Alfonso grabbed the hilt of the sword and slashed it horizontally, and a semicircular "Land of the Dead" suddenly appeared in front of a man and a horse. The three sailors didn't even have time to scream before they were cut in two by the attack.

Alfonso continued to wield his sword, which resembled the scythe of death, and steered his steed steed around the inch-sized deck. The wooden shield and fragile flesh were completely powerless in the face of his experienced combat skills and invincible abilities, and in a few breaths, they were reduced to a pile of pieces.

Seeing the chaos on the battlefield, the enemies on the deck hesitated, and some began to cower and retreat.

Alfonso looked at the enemy in front of him with disdain, and with a flip of his wrist, the great sword shook down in his hand, and the blood beads on the blade merged into a stream and dripped on the deck.

Hyatt frowned and observed the worsening situation, and said loudly to his daughter, "You go and give the order, except for the fifty-two who take care of Leoric, let all the remaining cultists in the cabin come up!"

Thelma nodded, and hurried down the stairs.

At this point, Alfonso drove his horse and began to charge again, but this time the target was the ship's mast.

"What does he want to do?!" Seeing the knight's actions, the uneasiness in Heyt's heart was expanding.

Driving his horse over several enemy soldiers and blocking a fireball with his broadsword, Alfonso rushed directly below the mast and aimed it at a waist-thick wooden post, swinging his greatsword with all his might, slashing hard at the mast abutment.

The force was like a thousand pounds, and the whole ship shook violently. The enemies on the deck, unsteady on their feet, fell to the ground.

Looking at the crumbling mast, Heyat's mind raced to think about the other party's intentions, and suddenly he was startled, and shouted: "Stop him!

At this time, Alfonso's second sword had already been swung. There was another earth-shattering thud, and the blade sliced deep into the pillar, leaving only a quarter of the wood still connected. If there is one more such attack, this mast will surely break.

In a hurry, Seventeen pushed aside the crowd in front of him and rushed towards Alfonso.

He unleashed the tough, shiny threads of his arms, wrapping tightly around the knight and his weapon.

Hayt tucked his oak staff between the slits of the ship's plank, and reached out his hands to the black-armored knight, his forehead bursting with bruises, and large drops of sweat falling down his cheeks.

Alfonso's greatsword was entwined with silk threads, causing him to turn his horse around in anger and grab the threads with both hands and pull them violently.

Seventeen was suddenly pulled into the air from the deck by a powerful force, flying in the direction of Alfonso.

Alfonso, whose arms could not move freely, looked at the number seventeen who was being dragged over, leaned forward, and four parasite limbs suddenly squeezed out of the armor and stabbed into the opponent's chest and abdomen.

Seventeen looked at the parasite limbs in his chest and opened his mouth wide in disbelief, his eyes wide open in sharp pain and fear, and he muttered, "What are you...... Mother Goddess, please redeem my soul......"

The parasite's limbs slammed out of its chest cavity and stretched out in all directions, and Seventeen's body was torn into pieces and fell to the deck in pieces.

Amid the terrified screams of his enemies around him, Alfonso, freed from his shackles, raised his greatsword again and struck the final blow at the mast.

At this moment, the space around the knight began to distort, and Heyt turned his hands towards Alfonso, and once again unleashed the ability of Dimensional Split.

Feeling that his body was getting heavier and his vision was getting more and more blurred, Alfonso, who knew that something was wrong, let out a dull roar, and the greatsword that was slashing towards the mast accelerated again.

With a loud bang, the position where Alfonso was standing appeared a spatial split with a diameter of about four meters.

The knight and his mount were transported from the ship to an unknown distance, leaving only the half-truncated blade on the mast still trembling.

The mast, which could no longer withstand the impact, made a creaking and cracking sound, and began to tilt slowly.

Regardless of his overdraft, although Heyt forcibly released his ability and teleported the biggest threat on the ship, the black-armored knight, to a distant place, this action also greatly damaged his body.

Blood slowly spilled from the corners of Heyt's mouth, and the scene in front of him continued to rotate, and he fell to the ground hard, as if all his strength had been drained.

Thelma ran to Hayat's side crying from the deck, stretched out her arms to hold him in her arms, and wiped the corners of her mouth with her sleeve: "Father! Father, what's wrong with you?!"

Hayt, who had a weak breath, turned his eyes to the position of the mast and asked softly, "Mast...... Still didn't keep it...... Is it?"

Thelma looked back at the mast that had fallen on the deck and nodded in frustration.

A look of disappointment appeared on Hayat's face: "Let everyone who is alive, go to the lower rowing room, row the boat with all your might, we must get out of here as soon as possible......"

Thelma shook Hayat gently: "Father, we have sailed out of the main stem of the river, away from the Holy Acropolis, and will not be attacked by the enemy again. ”

On Hayat's face, which had been through the vicissitudes of life, he showed unreservedly worry and anxiety: "The reason why the black-armored knight is desperate to cut off that mast is to reduce the speed of our ship......"

Thelma was stunned for a moment, then nodded, and hurriedly conveyed her father's order to the survivors on the deck.

Heyat's whole body trembled, and he struggled to his feet along the ship's side of the bulkhead with Thelma's support.

He said to his daughter, "Find another man to climb the watchtower and see if there are any enemy pursuers on the river, and go quickly!"

A few minutes later, a message came back from the watchtower - "There are no other boats in sight on the river except this armed clipper."

Hearing this, Selma happily said to Hayat, "Father, it seems that we have successfully escaped! The enemy's pursuers may have lost their way in the intricate rivers and will never be able to catch up with us again!"

Heyt let out a long breath: "Mother God bless, I hope so...... What about the losses on board?"

After a long time, after counting the personnel and supplies, Thelma returned to Hayat's side: "Father, in order to increase the speed of the ship, we threw away most of the baggage supplies, and in addition to the broken mast, the sidesails on both sides were also damaged to varying degrees. ”

"These are the little things. Hayat stared into Selma's eyes: "What I want to know is the loss of personnel. ”

Thelma lowered her head and whispered, "Father, the seventeenth and forty-eighth have returned to the arms of the Mother Goddess, and in addition, we have lost eleven sailors......"

Heyt sighed heavily, and was about to say something, but his words were interrupted by a violent shaking of the ship's hull.

Selma, who was standing firm on the deck, shouted at the watchtower overhead, "What's going on? What's going on? Is it an enemy ship?"

The watchtower quickly replied - "Everything is normal on the river, no other boats are in sight. 』

Hayt suddenly thought of something, his face turned pale, he grabbed Selma's hand sharply, and said in a trembling voice: "Not the water, not the water...... It's underwater!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a huge pitch-black iron claw burst out from the high platform at the stern of the ship and slammed into a sailor who was in control of the tail sail.

Before he could scream, the sailor was suddenly slapped into a puddle of minced flesh by the giant claw, and the blood seemed to burst out of a cracked water balloon, staining the entire stern of the ship.

Immediately after, a second giant claw reached out, its sharp hook embedded deep in the plank.

The aft deck was suddenly cracked out one after another under the successive impacts.

After the two giant claws gathered momentum, they suddenly exerted their strength, and a six-meter-tall terrifying monster turned over from the stern of the ship and jumped onto the deck, causing the entire ship to jolt up and down with a violent impact.

With sharp bone spurs like a long knife and a terrifying face like an ancient monitor lizard, this monster's whole body was covered with scales that emitted a metallic glow, and a giant iron tail more than three meters long, which easily broke the only remaining mast with a single blow.

Hayt's legs and feet were so frightened by the scene in front of him that his heart almost stopped beating with great fear and shock. Unable to maintain his balance anymore, he fell to his knees on the deck, and unconsciously muttered: "Do you see the omnipotent mother ......goddess?