"Stop the ship immediately and accept the recruitment of the Ninety-Two Legion!"

As the two ships gradually approached, both sides could see each other's crew clearly. On the skeleton warship, a whispered demon shouted loudly, as if he had decided that they would definitely surrender.

However, even if the passengers were willing to cooperate, the utenant who was on the boat could not swallow the temptation and was intercepted on the Styx. The moment before the two ships were about to collide, the utenant boatman held the lever again, and the small boat that everyone was riding made a big turn, avoiding the fate of being directly knocked over by the devil warship.

"Shameless robber! A bad bastard!" The two ships almost passed each other tightly, and the Imperial Demon cursed at the opposite side, "We are the masters of the Styx!"

"I like that word." Bruto whispered to Lancelo.

The ferryman's pride was not maintained for more than two seconds. A row of black-hole windows were opened on the hull of the Devil Warship, and behind each window was a loaded crossbow.

Before the boatman had time to make any response, the crossbows fired and shot out grappling hooks with iron chains. The small boat where everyone was was instantly hooked by seven or eight grappling hooks, and they were destined to be unable to escape.

"Welcome to the 92nd Legion, scum!"

Seven or eight beard demons were squeezed on the side of the devil warship, and they made a rough laugh at the small boat down. However, they immediately held back their laughter, because a human knight wielded his long sword had already jumped up and knocked down one of their companions as soon as they landed.

The first one to come up was naturally Lancelo. Since the battle was inevitable, why not take action first? Kick the whispered demon who had just been chopped to the ground out of the side of the ship with one kick. The human knight quickly rotated his body and pushed away all three spears that stabbed him.

Lancelo was naturally extremely skilled in this kind of charge. After blocking the first round of attacks from the enemy, he immediately launched a fierce counterattack. The sword rotated back and forth significantly above his head, and with only a few sounds, the spears in the hands of the several closest to him turned into long sticks, which greatly reduced the threat.

"For Oasis Castle's 'necrophilia' Molo!"

Lancelo let out a shocking roar, throwing the pot all over the body on a male succubus he hated. After the roar, he fitted and hit him forward. Needless to say, the hardness of the plate armor made of pure gold, plus the strange power behind the foundation building, Lancelo was like a siege hammer, plowing a large area of ​​open space among the demons on the deck.

"Call the bullshit! You bald butts, this boat was called by your dwarf grandpa!"

With another battle cry, Bruto jumped up from the boat below. The dwarf did not waste the chaos created by the human knight. While charging, he raised his shield over his head. After blocking several blind stabs, he successfully approached a whisper demon, and then swung his hammer.

The sound of bone cracks that made people feel relaxed and happy was heard, and another victim of the slash fell down like a big tree that was cut down. Behind the dwarf, the remaining friends jumped to the devil's warship one after another.

Alamil held up a shield painted with the Shuni emblem and blocked the other side behind Lancelo. The two stool demons seemed to think that the elves were better to deal with and planned to attack them together, but they immediately knew how outrageous they were wrong.

The elf's hard-headed hammer would have shone, and at this moment it was even more dazzling than the weak sun in the sky. He used his shield to block the stabbing from the left, and used his plate armor to force the slash from the right, and grabbed the moment when the opponent was standing unsteadily due to the recoil force, and swung the hammer in his hand.

Contrary to most people's impression, the weight of a hard-headed hammer is usually just over a pound and is quite flexible when swinging. Alamil's blow was as fast as a succubus' whip, hitting his opponent hard on the face.

Under normal circumstances, the effect of this attack is definitely not bad, but it is not fatal enough. However, the Disintegration Hammer has caused additional damage to the evil demons. In addition, the Elf Pastor injected sacred power into the weapon, which made the hammer seem like a red-hot iron. With one blow, the entire face of the demon began to liquefy, and the poisonous beard on his chin fell to the ground with a slight slight slight slight whiskers on his chin.

The devil let out a shrill scream, covering his constantly melting face and retreating. When he was about to fall into the Styx, it stopped in time and stared at the elf priest with his resentful eyes.

The severe pain and strong hatred made it unable to concentrate its attention, so that it ignored the strangeness coming from its feet. But Alamil, who was standing opposite, saw clearly that a thick cable had been put on the devil's ankle, and then suddenly tightened, causing the unprepared bearded to disappear outside the ship's side.

A terrifying wolf head poked out from under the ship's side, squeezed his eyes at the elf, and then shrank back.

The last one to climb onto the deck was naturally Karalin. To be precise, the scholar climbed up, but the other three had cleared out a large area of ​​open space so that he could complete the climb without any interference. After standing firm, Karalin immediately reached into his magic backpack, but after observing the situation on the field, he silently pulled his hand back.

The partners have completely controlled the situation, and the most outstanding one is naturally Lancelo. The human knight who kept shouting the names of Oasis Castle and Molo is like a bull rushing into a porcelain shop. The solemn seamen are not his opponents at all. They are either split into pieces or kicked into the Styx within three moves. The latter way of death is actually even worse.

Captain Shoumo, who was still standing at the bow of the ship, looked at the chaotic scene below in disbelief and realized that he had made a huge mistake. Before Lancelo had time to notice it, the Shoumo opened a secret door under his feet and disappeared inside the cabin.

"Drink!"

With a loud roar, Bruto hugged the waist of the last whisker on the deck and pushed the opponent outwards. The devil's hand was gone, and the high center of gravity also made it have no advantage in this power competition. He could only use its iconic beard to stab the dwarf behind, but neither the whisker itself nor the venom attached to it could stop the dwarf.

Its back waist finally hit the side of the ship and turned outward, while the dwarf was stopped because of its height advantage. At the last moment, the Soul Demon grabbed a bulge on the hull and temporarily escaped the terrible fate of falling into the Styx. However, a long boned pole hit the devil's claw, causing him to scream in despair, and then quickly swallowed up by the black water of the Styx.
Chapter completed!