A sailor pulled a full bow, aimed at the black knight on the battle horse, and shot an arrow.

Under the action of the tail feathers, the arrow drew a nearly straight trajectory in the air, accurately hitting the armor of the opponent's side ribs.

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

The archer stayed, and before he could react, the alien warhorse had already come to his eyes in the blink of an eye, and the sharp sword light flashed by. In the next second, all he saw was the hovering sky and the fallen body.

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

The big sword was held flat, and Alfonso grabbed the hilt of the sword and slashed, and a semi-circular "land of death" suddenly appeared in front of one man and one horse. The three sailors didn't even have time to scream, they were cut in half by this attack.

Alfonso continued to wield the big sword that resembled the death sickle, and drove the horse under the seat, soaring and moving on the square-inch-sized deck. The wooden shield, fragile flesh, in front of his experienced combat skills and invincible abilities weapons, there is no power to parry at all, just a few breaths, it turns into a pile of pieces.

Seeing the mess on the battlefield, the enemies on the deck hesitated one after another, and some began to shrink back.

With a contemptuous look, Alfonso looked at the enemy in front of him, flipped his wrist, and the big sword flicked down in his hand. The blood on the blade converged into a stream and dripped onto the deck.

Hyatt frowned and watched the worsening situation, and said loudly to his daughter: "You go and pass the order, except to take care of Leoric’s fifty-two, let all the remaining followers in the cabin come up. !"

Selma nodded and hurried down the stairs.

At this stall, Alfonso drove his horse to charge again, but this time the target was the ship’s mast.

"What does he want to do?!" Seeing the knight's actions, Hyatt's anxiety was expanding.

The horse drove over several enemy soldiers, and then blocked a fireball with a big sword. Alfonso rushed directly under the mast and aimed at the thick wooden pillar at his waist. On the base of the mast.

The powerful force shook the entire ship violently. The enemies on the deck were unsteady and fell to the ground one after another.

Looking at the crumbling mast, Hyatt's mind was thinking about the other party's intentions. Suddenly he was startled and shouted: "Stop him! His purpose is to cut off the mast and reduce our ship's speed!"

At this time, Alfonso's second sword had already been swung. There was another earth-shattering noise, and the blade cut deeply into the wood post, and only a quarter of the wood remained connected. As long as there is another attack like this, this mast will definitely break.

In desperation on the 17th, he pushed aside the crowd in front of him and rushed towards Alfonso.

He let out those tough and shiny threads on his arm, tightly entangled the knight and his weapon.

Hayat inserted the oak staff between the cracks of the ship's board, and stretched out his hands to the black armored knight. His forehead burst into blue veins, and big drops of sweat continued to fall down his cheeks.

Alfonso's great sword was heavily entangled with silk thread, which caused him to turn the horse in annoyance, grabbing the silk thread with both hands and pulling it violently.

No.17 was suddenly pulled into the air by a powerful force from the deck and flew in the direction of Alfonso.

Alfonso, who was unable to move his arms freely, looked at the dragged number 17, and leaned forward. The four parasite limbs suddenly squeezed out of the armor and pierced into the opponent's chest and abdomen.

On the 17th, looking at the parasite limbs in his chest, he opened his mouth wide in disbelief. The pain and fear made his eyes widen, and he muttered, "What the **** are you...monster? Mother god, Please redeem my soul..."

The limbs of the parasite slammed open from the chest cavity, and the body of No.17 was suddenly torn into several pieces, and fell to the deck in pieces.

Amidst the screams of fear from the surrounding enemies, Alfonso, who was freed from his restraints, raised his great sword again, and planned to make a final blow towards the mast.

At this moment, the space around the knight began to distort, and Hyatt turned his hands towards Alfonso and activated the "Dimensional Split" ability again.

Feeling that his body is getting heavier and his vision is getting blurry, Alfonso let out a dull roar, adding force in his hand, and the big sword that was cut toward the mast accelerates again.

Accompanied by a loud noise, where Alfonso was standing, a space of about four meters in diameter appeared.

The knight and the mount under him were teleported from the ship to an unknown distance, leaving only the half-cut blade on the mast still trembling.

The mast, which could no longer withstand the impact, made a creak and cracked and began to slowly tilt.

Regardless of the overdraft of his body, Hyatt had forcibly released his own power and teleported the black armored knight, the biggest threat on the ship, to a distance, but this action also greatly harmed his body.

Blood slowly overflowed from the corner of Hayt's mouth, and the scene in front of him continued to rotate, and he fell to the ground abruptly, as if he had been drained of all his strength.

Selma cried from the deck and ran to Hyatt's side, held him in her arms with her arms, and wiped the corners of his mouth with her sleeves: "Father! Father! What's wrong with you?!"

Hyatt, who was weak, turned his eyes to the position of the mast, and asked softly: "The mast... still hasn't saved...?"

Selma looked back at the mast lying on the deck and nodded in frustration.

A look of disappointment appeared on Hayt’s face: “Let everyone alive go to the lower row oar room and row the boat with all their strength. We must escape here as soon as possible...”

Selma shook Hyatt gently: "Father, we have sailed out of the branches of the river, far away from the Holy Acropolis, and will not be attacked by the enemy anymore."

On Hayt’s vicissitudes of life, there was an unreserved expression of worry and anxiety: “The black-armored knight had to cut off the mast desperately to reduce the speed of our ship...”

Selma froze for a moment, then nodded, and hurriedly conveyed his father's order to the survivors on the deck.

Hyatt's whole body was trembling constantly. With Selma's support, he tried to stand up along the bulkhead of the ship's side.

He said to his daughter: "Find someone else to climb up the watchtower to see if there are enemy chasers on the river, go!"

A few minutes later, someone uploaded a message from the observation tower-"Except for this armed clipper on the river, no other ships were seen."

Hearing this, Selma happily said to Hyatt: "Father, it seems we managed to escape! The enemy's chasing soldiers may have lost their way in those intricate rivers and will never be able to catch us anymore. !"

Hayt let out a long sigh: "Mother God, I hope so... What is the loss on board?"

It took a long time to count the personnel and supplies, and Selma returned to Hyatt's side: "Father, in order to increase the speed of the ship, we threw away most of the baggage supplies; except for the broken mast, the side sails on both sides There have also been various degrees of damage."

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

Selma lowered her head and whispered: "Father, the 17th and the 48th are back in the arms of the Mother God. In addition, we have lost eleven sailors..."

Hyatt sighed heavily, and just about to say something, his words were interrupted by a violent hull shaking.

Selma, who stood firmly on the deck, shouted at the watchtower overhead: "What's the matter? What happened? Is it the enemy's warship?"

The watchtower quickly replied-"Everything is normal on the river, no other ships can be seen. 』

Hyatt suddenly thought of something, his face was pale, he grabbed Selma's hand abruptly, and said in a trembling voice: "It's not the surface of the water, not the surface of the water... it's underwater!"

As soon as the voice fell, a huge pitch-black iron claw suddenly stretched out from the high platform at the stern, and slapped it on a sailor manipulating the tail sail.

Before he could even make a scream, the sailor was suddenly slapped into a puddle of meat by the giant claw. The blood was like splashing out of a broken water ball, covering the entire stern of the ship.

Immediately afterwards, the second giant claw also stretched out, and the sharp claw hook was deeply embedded in the plank.

The deck at the stern burst into big holes one after another under the successive shocks.

After the two giant claws gathered momentum, they suddenly exerted force. A six-meter-high terrifying monster turned over from the stern and jumped onto the deck. The violent impact caused the whole ship to bump up and down.

The sharp bone spurs like a long knife, the terrifying face of an ancient monitor lizard, this monster is covered with scales emitting metallic gloomy light, and the giant iron tail is more than three meters long. A single sweep can easily interrupt the remaining ones. That mast.

Hyatt was frightened by the scene in front of him, his legs and feet were soft, and the huge fear and shock made his heart almost stop beating. Unable to maintain his balance anymore, he knelt down on the deck with his knees soft, and muttered unconsciously: "The omnipotent mother god, have you seen it? The demon **** has come to the world..."