Chapter 486: Chapter 510: Boarding Battle Chapter 486: Chapter 510: Boarding Battle “Stop the ship immediately and accept the conscription of the 92nd Legion!”

As the two ships gradually approached, both sides could clearly see each other’s crew. On the skeleton warship, a Beard Demon arrogantly shouted, seemingly convinced that they would willingly surrender.

However, even if the passengers were willing to cooperate, the Ferryman Demon couldn’t swallow the indignity of being intercepted on the Stygian River. Just before the two boats were about to collide, the Ferryman Demon once again pushed the pole, making a sharp turn with the small boat they were on and avoiding the misfortune of being directly rammed by the Demon Warship.

“Shameless robbers! Shitty bastards!” As the two ships nearly brushed past each other, the Ferryman Demon cursed loudly at the other side, “We are the true masters of the Stygian River!”

“I like that word,” Bruto whispered to Lancelot.

The ferryman’s pride lasted no more than two seconds before a row of dark windows opened on the hull of the Demon Warship, behind each of which was a loaded ballista.

Before the ferryman could react, those ballistas fired in unison, launching grappling hooks attached to iron chains. The small boat the group was on was instantly caught by several hooks, making escape impossible.

“Welcome to the 92nd Legion, scum!”

The rail of the Demon Warship was crowded with seven or eight Beard Demons, who rudely jeered at the small boat below. However, they immediately stifled their laughter, as a Human Knight wielding a longsword had already leaped up and, upon landing, instantly knocked down one of their companions.

The first to come aboard was naturally Lancelot. Since combat was inevitable, why not strike first? He kicked the Beard Demon he had just knocked down over the rail and swiftly spun his body, warding off three long spears thrust at him.

This kind of head-on charge was something Lancelot was exceptionally skilled at. After blocking the enemy’s first wave of attacks, he immediately launched a fierce counterattack. His longsword swung widely over his head, and with a few clangs, the long spears in the hands of the nearby Beard Demons turned into mere sticks, significantly reducing their threat.

“For the ‘necrophiliac’ Molo of Oasis Fort!”

Lancelot let out an earth-shaking roar, once again pinning all the blame on a certain despised male Succubus. After his shout, he lunged forward with all his might; with the hardness of his Mithril plate armor, coupled with the monstrous strength gained from his Foundation Establishment, Lancelot was like a siege hammer, plowing a large clearing on the deck amongst the demons.

“Conscription my ass! You Bastez with shitty asses, this ship has been commandeered by your Dwarf grandpa!”

With another battle cry, Bruto also jumped up from the small boat below. The Dwarf wasted no time amidst the chaos created by the Human Knight. As he charged, he lifted his shield over his head, blocking several blind stabs, and then successfully closed in on a Beard Demon, fiercely swinging his hammer.

The gratifying sound of bones cracking filled the air as yet another victim of a sweeping blow fell like a felled tree. Behind the Dwarf, the remaining few comrades one by one jumped onto the Demon Warship.

Alamir, holding a Shield with Shuni’s Emblem, positioned himself on the other side behind Lancelot. Two Beard Demons seemed to think that Elves were easier to handle and planned to attack from both sides simultaneously, but they immediately realized how grossly mistaken they were.

The Elf’s Hardhead Hammer, which was already glowing, now outshone the feeble sun in the sky. He blocked a stabbing attack from the left with his shield and boldly took a chopping blow from the right on his Plate Armor. Seizing the moment his opponent staggered back from the rebound, he fiercely swung his hammer.

Contrary to most people’s expectations, a Hardhead Hammer usually weighs just over a pound and is quite agile when swung. Alamir’s strike was as swift as a Succubus’s whip, landing fiercely on the opponent’s face.

Normally, this blow would undoubtedly be effective but not fatal. However, the Hammer of Dissolution was exceptionally damaging to Fiends, and with the Elf Priest infusing Holy Power into the weapon, the hammer seemed like a red-hot Branding Iron. With one strike, the Beard Demon’s entire face began to melt, and its snake-like beard whiskers dropped to the ground with a patter.

The Demon let out a piercing scream of agony as it clutched its melting face, staggering backward. Just as it was about to fall into the Stygian River, it stopped in time, fixing the Elf Priest with a vicious glare.

The intense pain and overwhelming hatred made it difficult for the Demon to focus, causing it to ignore the strange sensation at its feet. However, Alamir, standing opposite, saw clearly that a thick rope had looped around the Demon’s ankle. Suddenly tightening, the unsuspecting Beard Demon vanished over the side of the ship.

A terrifying wolf’s head emerged from beneath the gunwale, winked at the Elf, and then withdrew.

The last to climb onto the deck was naturally Kalalin. To be precise, the Scholar climbed up, although the other three had already cleared a large space, allowing him to climb uninterrupted. Once stable, Kalalin first reached into his magic backpack, but upon observing the situation, he silently withdrew his hand.

His comrades had already completely controlled the situation, with Lancelot standing out the most. The Human Knight, continuously chanting the names of Oasis Fort and Molo, was like a bull charging into a china shop. The Beard Demon sailors stood no chance against him. Within three moves, they were either slashed to pieces or kicked into the Stygian River, with the latter fate being even worse.

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The Beard Demon Captain, still stationed at the bow, looked incredulously at the chaotic scene below, realizing the grave mistake he had made. Before Lancelot could notice him, the Beard Demon opened a trapdoor beneath his feet and disappeared into the bowels of the ship.

“Ha!”

Accompanied by a loud roar, Bruto wrapped his arms around the waist of the last Beard Demon on deck and violently shoved his opponent overboard. The Demon, now weaponless, had no advantage in this contest of strength, and could only aim its signature beard spikes at the Dwarf’s back, but neither the spikes nor the poison they carried could stop the Dwarf.

The Demon’s lower back hit the railing, flipping him overboard, while the Dwarf, advantaged by his shorter stature, was stopped by the railing. At the last moment, the Beard Demon grabbed onto a protrusion on the hull, briefly avoiding the dire fate of plummeting into the Stygian River. However, a bone Long Spear suddenly struck the Demon’s claws, eliciting a desperate scream, and then it quickly succumbed to the black waters of the River.

“Generally speaking, we never join passengers’ battles,” the Ferryman Demon said, with a ghastly grin appearing on his corpse-like face as he faced the Dwarf’s curious gaze, “except the sure-win ones.”