Hyatt's words were interrupted by a sudden shout.

"Chief, look up! Look up at the sky!"

Hyatt followed the shouts of the crowd and looked up at the sky. What he saw there stunned him so much that he stood there frozen in place.

A massive griffin circled overhead, while a fully armed female warrior from the North Island took out a conch shell horn from her waist and blew a long, deep battle cry.

"Oh no!" Hyatt turned to the stunned crew and shouted anxiously, "Rods! Full sails! Jet off all unnecessary baggage! Speed ​​up! Speed ​​up!"

The crew, as if waking from a dream, hurriedly began to carry out their leader's orders.

As the deep horn blasts grew longer and longer, a second and a third griffin joined the circling formation.

Hyatt, looking up at the sky, his eyes filled with anxiety and unease, put his mask back on, raised his oak staff, and roared at the others on the ship: "Ballasts! Bows and arrows! Slings! Bring out all the weapons you can! Prepare for war!"

Soon, the first griffin, accompanied by its North Island Valkyrie, swooped down on the sailing ship.

As the griffin descended lower and lower, an arrow was "shot" from the Valkyrie's bow and arrow, accurately piercing a sailor's throat.

The crew on board fired at the attackers with all the weapons at their disposal, but the griffins were too fast, and the results were minimal.

One griffin after another began to swoop down on the ship from different angles, and the arrows in the Valkyrie's hand seemed to have eyes, reaping one life after another.

Just then, Legion Soldier Number Twenty-One stood on the deck, his hands forming claws, gathering two small fireballs. He aimed at a griffin swooping down, and the two fireballs struck at it one after the other.

The griffin dodged the first fireball with a side roll, but was hit in the wing by the second fireball.

In pain, it lost its balance and, along with the Valkyrie on its back, tumbled into the river.

Hyatt finally breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the other griffin riders frantically try to rescue their companion who had fallen into the river.

The threat from the sky has finally been temporarily averted.

Before the people on the boat could even celebrate for long, the sound of rapid hoofbeats came from the riverbank, drawing everyone's attention once again.

Twenty heavily armored knights, seemingly from the battlefield of gods, rode tall and mighty warhorses, galloping swiftly along the riverbank.

Hyatt stared at the group of black-armored knights, dumbfounded, and exclaimed, "How could there possibly be horses that fast in the world?!"

It's no wonder he was surprised. The riverbank was overgrown with weeds and littered with rocks, making it difficult for ordinary people to walk, but these knights rode as if they were riding on flat ground.

Sensing something was wrong, Hyatt first looked at the group of knights who were hot on his heels, then at the river where the ship was sailing, and finally discovered the source of his premonition.

One hundred meters directly ahead of the boat is a bend in the river, where the waterway narrows and the terrain becomes higher, forming a natural jumping platform.

Just as Hyatt had figured everything out, the black-armored knights rushed onto the platform at the mouth of the river. The lead black-armored knight stepped on the rocks on the riverbank and leaped onto the deck, jumping toward the moving armed sailboat.

Hyatt, his heart pounding in his throat, estimated the distance and muttered, "Too far, he couldn't possibly jump up here..."

To his surprise, the lead knight jumped into the air, and as he fell, a whip-like thing extended from under his arm armor and tightly wrapped around the ship's mast.

The knight, who had leaped into the air, pulled hard, and the sailboat was pulled erratically by the enormous force.

Using this force, the knight and his horse charged onto the deck.

Hyatt watched as the knight leaped onto the deck and unsheathed a massive sword taller than a man from his back, his pupils dilating instantly.

He raised his oak staff and roared, "Charge!"