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. The 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 from my right calf. Time is constricted no matter how great is my distress, and ministered unto me flesh and torn scratches attained from a guandao with an anchor on the finest hobo clothes, mainly my deteriorating pant, in worries that my underwear may be shown. I am glad it missed my manhood by the power of by the boat’s psychic energies. Suddenly, 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. It is 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.

  A ravenous hunger with a gaping crocodile mouth was not enough to frighten the big boys. The distraction for an escape bears little fruit. A hulking hobgoblin sprint quite speedily regardless of its build with its bare foot in the desert. The colossal surprises the dragon boat more than I, who was aware of the troublesome wall closing the distant. A cross-eye tank with rocket propellant in retrospect is the best description. It swing its massive hand with a ferocity that belied its dimension into the depth of the boiling sand in the attempt to capsize us merry wanderers. I stare in shock over its massive fat from below in a quick attempt to do something about but am annoy with the smaller troops, kicking them sand monkeys, freeloaders out of the boat.

  The average goblins in a desperate bid to topple our vessel in these seconds, rammed us from the flank, sending us careening beneath the hulking hob's armpit missing our devastating destruction twice. Sand exploded with the intense hook blow raising higher than all the creatures. I have lost control in steering the boat. The wooden rudder is cracked.

  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, who they were hid behind the hob, completely destroyed the wooden rudder. Amid the chaos, I regain control and fire the last ammunition have on board.

  The shot tearing through the goblins' makeshift contraption, creating a searing hole that sent splinters of metals and woods flying into the air 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 damaged from the entanglement and holes from previous engagements. We were still in motion gradually slowing down. 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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  “Manure. Not good. Not good at all.” I wanted the chase to be terminated. It is beyond my thought of isekai fantasy. It is not my kryptonite to give up on something so real as it is a resemblance to where I had came from. How would I get away from hungry lions in a coliseum? It was reality I had to face in to form of fantasy.

  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, plucking a few goblins at a time, and I brace myself as the desolate field erupted in chaotic haim.

  “We are out of weapons. Got any secrets?” said me in urgent as if it was an uncanny joke. The infrasound rumbling my inner organs stopping me from completion, especially the lungs, the boat repeats my dialogue verbatim. The wind is in action and muffled some fighter goblins’ footsteps.

  “Bromance!” The boat blasted his word to get notice. It was really weird indeed but have I heed to it quickly and am shock of runners with lances and clubs raised and waved their instrument of war as flags apart.

  The animated vessel bite the second baddies of five. The time is not nigh. I did what I do best to kick them under the chin with the sprites help running from behind. It was close combat for the seconds ending in the roly-poly position to trip the last where the boat jump and crash onto the fallen enemy at last.

  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 sand vibrate beneath the weight of their advance.

  Just when despair threatened to take hold, a glimmer of hope emerged and unfold. From an unexpected source: the dragon boat, a vessel that had seemed merely a means of a blabbering transport to keep you company, now revealed its hidden surprise—a secret weapon that seemed too grand to be true to end our demise. 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 fumble 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 gape, revealing a cavernous interior that seemed to pulse with the essence of mathematical linear equations. From its depths emerged a cannon artifact, growing larger and more magnificent as it unfurled. Its metallic jigsaw surface glinting in the sunlight. Simple in design but strangely fantasy.

  "Behold, my spirit pig cannon." asserted he. It declared with pride. Its voice resonating with a deep, strapped, rumbling timbre that sent shivers to any child 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. With a deep quick breath, I activated the trigger in response to a deadly strike three feet from us, and the world around seemed to stop.

  A dazzling beam erupted from the cannon, a brilliant cascade of light that shattered the oppressive gloom of our dire locality. 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 colors. 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 energies.

  The power was indeed prolific in eating the soul of those who unleash it. With every blast, the spirit is drain of its existence. That is, the boat himself. 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. A fair consumption of collateral damage. And too was insisted by the dragon boat for us to travel a few miles away from the carnage by the ultimate display. One blast, two blasts, up to five blasts within intervals of each other. 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.

  I have escape death once again. The rain has drizzle. The goblins are very angry at me.