Alien Knights

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

Under the action of the tail feathers, the arrow drew a nearly straight ballistic trajectory in the air, and accurately hit the opponent's side rib armor.

There was no blood as expected, only the sparks from metal strikes.

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

A spear stabbed from below again. Alfonso grabbed the spear body and raised his arm upwards. The enemy holding the spear was actually pulled up out of thin air, and thrown into the rushing river like a kite with a broken string.

Holding the big sword flat, Alfonso grabbed the hilt and slashed horizontally, and a semicircular "place of death" suddenly appeared in front of one man and one horse. Several sailors screamed in unison, and were cut in half by the attack.

Alfonso continued to wield the great sword that looked like a death scythe, and steered the horse under his seat to move around on the square-inch-sized deck. The wooden shield and fragile body were completely powerless against his experienced combat skills and invincible supernatural weapons, and within a few breaths, he was reduced to a pile of fragments.

Seeing the chaos on the battlefield, the enemies on the deck hesitated, and some began to shrink back.

Alfonso looked at the enemy in front of him with disdainful eyes, turned his wrist, and shook the big sword downward in his hand, the blood 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: "Go and send an order, except for No. 52 who takes care of Leoric, let all the remaining believers in the cabin come up!"

Thelma nodded and hurried down the stairs.

At this stall, Alfonso drove his horse and started charging again, but this time the target was the mast of the ship.

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

Driving the horse overturned several enemy soldiers, and blocked a fireball with his big sword, Alfonso rushed to the bottom of the mast, aimed at the wooden post as thick as the waist, swung the big sword in his hand with all his strength, and slashed heavily on the abutment of the mast.

A force as powerful as a mighty force shook the entire ship violently. The enemies on the deck couldn't stand still and fell to the ground one after another.

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

At this time, Alfonso's second sword had already been swung. There was another earth-shattering bang, and the blade cut deep into the wooden post, leaving only a quarter of the wood still connected. One more such attack would surely break the mast.

In desperation, No. 17 pushed aside the crowd in front of him and rushed towards Alfonso.

He let out the strong and fine silk threads on his arms, and tightly entangled the knight and his weapon.

Hyatt inserted the oak stick between the gaps in the ship's planks, and stretched out his hands towards the black-armored knight. The veins on his forehead burst out, and large drops of sweat continued to fall down his cheeks.

Alfonso's sword was heavily entwined with silk thread, which caused him to turn his horse angrily, grabbing the silk thread with both hands and pulling it violently.

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

Alfonso, who couldn't move his arms freely, looked at No. 17 who was being dragged forward, and leaned forward. Four parasite limbs suddenly squeezed out from the armor and pierced into the opponent's chest and abdomen.

Looking at the parasite limbs in his chest, No. 17 opened his mouth in disbelief. The pain and fear made his eyes wide open, and he murmured, "What the hell are you... a monster? Mother God, please redeem my soul..."

The limbs of the parasite suddenly spread out from the chest cavity, and No. 17's body was instantly torn into several pieces, and fell to pieces on the deck.

Amidst the terrified screams of the enemies around him, Alfonso, who was freed from the shackles, raised his great sword again, intending to swing the final blow towards the mast.

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

Feeling that his body was getting heavier and his vision was getting blurred, Alfonso, who knew something was wrong, uttered a muffled roar. With more force in his hand, the big sword that was cut towards the mast accelerated again.

Accompanied by a loud noise, a space split with a diameter of about four meters appeared at the position where Alfonso was standing.

The knight and his mount were transported 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 creaking and cracking sound, and began to tilt slowly.

Regardless of the exhaustion of his body, Hyatt forcibly released his ability and teleported the biggest threat on the ship - the black armored knight to a distant place, but this action also greatly injured his body.

Blood slowly overflowed from the corner of Hyatt's mouth, and the scene in front of him kept spinning, and he fell to the ground abruptly, as if all his strength had been sucked out of him.

Thelma ran to Hyatt from the deck crying, stretched out her arms to hold him in her arms, and wiped the corner of his mouth with her sleeve: "Father! Father! What's wrong with you?!"

Hyatt, who was weak, turned his eyes to the position of the mast, and asked gently: "The mast...is it still not saved...?"

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

A look of disappointment appeared on Hyatt's face: "Let everyone alive go to the oar room on the lower floor and row the boat with all their strength. We must escape from here as soon as possible..."

Selma shook Hyatt slightly: "Father, we have sailed out of the branch of the river, away from the Holy Acropolis, and will not be attacked by the enemy again."

Hyatt's vicissitudes of life showed worry and anxiety unreservedly: "The reason why the black-armored knight cut off the mast desperately was to slow down our ship's speed... This also means that there must be pursuers behind us..."

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

Hyatt's whole body was trembling, and with Thelma's support, he tried to stand up along the bulkhead of the ship's side.

He said to his daughter: "Find another person to climb up the watchtower and see if there are any enemies on the river. Go!"

A few minutes later, someone sent back a message from the watchtower - "Except for this armed clipper boat, no other ships were seen on the river."

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

Hyatt took a long breath: "Mother God blesses, I hope so...how about the loss on the ship?"

It took a while, after counting the personnel and supplies, Thelma returned to Hyatt's side: "Father, in order to increase the speed of the ship, we threw away most of the supplies; in addition to the broken mast, the side sails on both sides also suffered damage to varying degrees."

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

Selma lowered her head and whispered, "Father, the 17th and 48th have returned to the embrace of the Mother God. In addition, we lost eleven sailors..."

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

Selma, who stood firm on the deck, shouted at the watchtower above her head: "What's going on? What happened? Is it an enemy warship?"

The watchtower quickly responded—"Everything is normal on the river, and no other boats can be seen. 』

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

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

Before he could even let out a scream, the sailor was smashed into a puddle of flesh by the giant claw, and the blood splashed out like a broken water polo, 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 wooden board. Under the successive impacts, the deck at the stern suddenly burst into big holes one after another.

After the two giant claws gained momentum, they suddenly exerted force, and 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.

With sharp bone spurs like long knives and a terrifying face like an ancient monitor lizard, this monster's whole body is covered with scales emitting metallic light, and with a giant iron tail more than three meters long, it easily broke the only remaining mast with a sweep.

Hyatt was so frightened by the scene in front of him that his legs and feet were weak, and his heart almost stopped beating due to the great fear and shock. Unable to maintain his balance anymore, he knelt down on the deck with his knees limp, and murmured unconsciously: "Mother God, omnipotent, have you seen it? The Demon God has come to the world..."