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The battle have intensify after three miles. Gliding and skiing above the desert sea heading for the fifth mile with uncertainty. The escape from the clutches of the desert goblins was nothing short of a chaotic color squad. My enchanted vessel and I battled fiercely against the relentless onslaught of road warriors. The ground trembling beneath us as the sand boiled and churned. I was burn. A slight damage to my right calf.
An awaken growl-like pulsate from the desert sea. A previous encounter with the elusive sand manatees, in which I may had believe it to be since their appearance was revealed in an early battle with Chagas; now overshadowed by the emergence of a monstrous sand shark and its profound infrasound. A grotesque zombie spawn with a spine twisted like a gnarled tree, no frontal dorsal fin, oozing a vile green-black mucus from its half-eaten nostril of this harlequin, all while it hunted the goblins with a ravenous hunger with a gaping crocodile mouth. The distraction was not enough for an escape.
A hulking hobgoblin sprint quite speedily regardless of its build with its bare foot in the desert sea. The colossal surprises the dragon boat more than I who was aware of the troublesome wall closing distant. A cross-eye tank with rocket propellant in retrospect. It swing its massive hand with a ferocity that belied its size into the depth of the boiling sand in the attempt to capsize us merry wanderers. I look in shock over its massive size from below in a quick attempt to do something but am annoy with the smaller troops, kicking them sand monkeys out of the boat.
The average goblins in a desperate bid to topple our vessel, rammed us from the side, sending us careening beneath the hulking hob's armpit missing our devastating destruction the second time, as sand exploded with the intense hook blow raising higher than all the creatures. I have almost lost control in manually steering the boat. The wooden rudder was cracking.
I have to change my strategy. The dragon boat insisted me to yank his neck to mitigate the collision til we hit another pack of beasts from the left destroying the wooden rudder. Amid the chaos, I regain control and fire the last ammunition have aboard. The shot tearing through the goblins' makeshift contraption, creating a searing hole that sent splinters of metal and wood flying into the air like confetti at a grim celebration from the back end. The force of the cannon spin us out of harm hitting gradually with other biker bandits.
The dragon and I skid along the sand and lost the function to magically glide proficiently but created a good gap between the carnivores. The sail was damage from the entanglement and holes from previous engagement. My focus quickly shifted as I realized the absurdity of another creature so rotund sprinting across the desert with great horns, closed the distance to the dragon boat with alarming speed facing in the direction of the coming hunters.
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The sight of the zombie shark was more distracting than the swarm of mini goblins. With no choice but to adapt, I got out of the vessel, aimed for the neck of the boat, yanking the helm with all my might to steer us closer in the direction of safety before heading back on. Just then, a tremendous impact shook the sands, sending shock waves rippling through the ground by the shark picking a few goblins at a time, and I braced myself as the desert erupted in chaos around.
“We are out of weapons. Got any secrets?” said me. The wind is in action and muffled some fighter goblins footsteps where I do what I do best to kick them under the chin with the sprites help running from behind me. It was close combat for the seconds. The clouds are in hurry and did it not stop me from thinking how we would get out of the foreboding situation.
Our ammunition had run dry, and the relentless wave of goblin vanguards surged. Their shrill war cries echoing across the sandy field thickens the atmosphere with tension, and the ground trembled beneath the weight of their advance. Just when despair threatened to take hold, a glimmer of hope emerged from an unexpected source: the dragon boat, a vessel that had seemed merely a means of transport, now revealed its hidden surprise—a secret weapon that seemed too grand to be true. Being in an anime, I was not much astonish and let the boat consumed his ego.
With a knowing grin, the dragon boat beckoned, urging me to locate a mechanism nestled behind its intricately carved head. My fingers fumbled over the ornate designs, tracing the contours of ancient wooden calligraphy until I found the hidden puzzle. With a firm press, I unlocked a puzzling gimmick that had lain dormant. Suddenly, the dragon boat's mouth gaped wide, revealing a cavernous interior that seemed to pulse with energy. From its depths emerged a cannon, growing larger and more magnificent as it unfurled. Its metallic surface glinting in the sunlight. Simple in design but strangely fantasy.
"Behold my spirit pig cannon." it declared with pride, its voice resonating with a deep, rumbling timbre that sent shivers to any adversary. The very air around us crackled with anticipation as the cannon took form. Its barrel stretching forth to unleash its fury. As we steadied ourselves against the shifting sands back again against the coming wave. I felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins. This was our moment. With a deep quick breath, I activated the trigger in response to a deadly strike three feet from us, and the world around us seemed to stop.
A dazzling beam erupted from the cannon, a brilliant cascade of light that shattered the oppressive gloom of our dire situation. The beam split into a flurry of shots, each one bursting forth like a star igniting in the night sky, blanketing the battlefield in a spectacular display of color and power. The outer layer recoil against the inner construct. The goblins, caught in the onslaught, were thrown into disarray, their ranks breaking apart as they were engulfed by the radiant pig energy.
The power was indeed prolific in eating the soul. With every blast, the spirit is drain of its existence. One grand shot was all we needed to send them packing and so did the vessel and I went flying, gliding, skiing backward by the recoiled force. And was insisted by the dragon boat himself for us to travel a few miles away from the carnage by the ultimate display. I could hardly believe my eyes as the goblin vanguards were scattered like leaves in a storm, their advance halted by the sheer brilliance of our newfound weapon.