"I want to ask a question: why is your merchant group's travel route map so similar to our route deep into the Eight Greed Kings desert?" Barrett asked.
"Ah? Is that the case?" Steve wore a shocked expression.
"I happened to see your map and noticed a lot of similarities," Barrett said.
"Is that so? You have a map of the Eight Greed Kings desert too?" Steve asked cautiously. "Could I borrow it for a look?"
"It's just a map, nothing special to see," Barrett hesitated.
"I just want to get a sense of what other hydrological and terrain maps of the Eight Greed Kings desert look like..."
Steve immediately dropped his captain's airs and begged persistently for Barrett to lend him the map. With no other choice, Barrett rummaged through his spatial ring for a moment and handed over a few parchment maps to Steve.
"This is a map surveyed by the Slane Theocracy's Six Scriptures—it's extremely valuable. Make sure to return it right away once you're done," Barrett instructed.
Steve nodded eagerly in agreement, took the maps, and headed back to the captain's quarters, saying he wanted to study them thoroughly.
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The calm days didn't last even two full ones. One night, a continuous clatter of metal impacts suddenly rang out from the side of the Emerald Sandboat warship, like a shower of metal raindrops pounding the vessel.
WOO!~ A sharp steam whistle blared immediately. Soon, everyone realized it was the sound of armor-piercing arrows piercing through the deck and hull.
A white phosphorus flare shot up into the pitch-black night sky, its white glow spilling over the land. Under the light as bright as day, the crew saw the scene below the ship, and their faces turned deathly pale.
An army made of yellow sand and skeletons was marching rapidly across the desert. They pursued the three-masted warship, their iron crossbows and longbows launching volley after volley of rusted copper arrows. Several night-shift crew members had already met gruesome deaths under the arrow rain.
This army seemed like skeletons buried in the desert for hundreds of years. They rode skeletal horses, their blades spotted with rust, and grains of sand spilled from the fine cracks in their skulls and neck bones.
Under the eerie moonlight, the vast skeleton legion charged across the desert, drawing ever closer to the Emerald Sandboat three-masted warship. Already, a few mounted skeleton soldiers were swinging iron hooks in their hands, trying to fling them onto the deck and climb aboard.
"FIRE THE CANNONS! FIRE! Let these remnants of the Eight Greed Kings see the might of us City Alliance folk!" First Mate Bill waved his curved blade, roaring madly as he urged the crew on.
The Emerald Sandboat was equipped with 32 16-pound fire magic cannons: 12 on the top deck, 18 inside the cabins, one at the bow, and one at the stern.
The crew rushed to their stations, loading crystals into the cannon chambers. The dark muzzles spat out tongues of flame, and brilliant magical shells arced through the air, slamming into the skeleton legion and blasting apart huge swaths of them, scattering bones and dust in all directions.
EeDechi stood on the deck, leaning over to watch the skeleton soldiers below. The bursts of fire from the cannons lit up her face brightly.
The skeleton soldiers blew hoarse, droning notes on their copper horns, merging into a single raspy voice: "LIVING FLESH, OFFER UP YOUR BLOOD AND MEAT!!"
EeDechi raised her hand, unleashing the 5th Tier spell "Earthquake" over and over, turning herself into something like a mobile artillery piece as she bombarded the skeletons trying to climb the deck into fragments.
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