Seriously, I want to punch a wall. I finally thought that we would be safe. That there would be no more enemies to fight. This was certainly not a part of the plan. How in the hells am I supposed to be fighting against six enemy ships? Well, I guess that I could fight them. To win against them is impossible, though.

  Where were they even hiding it in the first place? After all, every single ship of theirs in the shipyard has been destroyed. It was the very first thing that the mayfires were supposed to target when they started fighting.

  To burn every ship that was present in the shipyard. This was done to make sure that nothing could follow us when we escaped. I have seen the destruction that the mayfires have rained down on the shipyard. I find it hard to believe that they have missed even a single ship. There is certainly no way that they missed six ships.

  That means that they had these ships ready in some other place. Where in the hells did they even have these ships hidden? You would assume the shipyard to be the only place where they could have ships. Well, now that I think about it. There is a chance that they had a few ships ready at the wall. After all, they need to have something ready for the flying undead as well, right?

  Well, there is no use wasting my time thinking about where the ship has come from. For better or worse, I am going to have to deal with these ships. I actually don't need to fight them. I just need to get out of their range and escape to somewhere safe. After all, even they would not be willing to chase after us long in the bone pits.

  Even as I am recording, I have begun to charge up my cannons. Well, the enemy had already done that. As I tip the ship downwards. Almost all of the shots fly above me, with one hitting the tail end of my ship. The damage to the ship will be minimal. (For now.)

  At least they don't seem to be too experienced with ship-to-ship combat. (Most flying undead must fall to a single shit thrown in its general vicinity.) Well, I guess that they don't need to deal with hostile ships. Well, the lack of experience doesn't mean much when they outnumber me six to one. Even if they are relying on pure chance to hit me. They are bound to get lucky when they have that many ships with them.

  Well, that doesn't stop me from aiming my own cannons. After all, getting rid of even a couple of ships will be enough to even the odds a bit. It will certainly make escape a bit easier.

  I aim at the three ships closest to me. I hit all three, though my shots only do surface damage to these ships. If I had managed to get at least one of them off commission, then things would have been a bit easier. (Maybe I should try focusing my shots on a single ship.)

  Well, they each seem to have only one cannon. That means that I can rest a bit before they shoot again. Even as I am charting my path, confused about where to go. Right now, I can't just go wherever I want to. I have to target the necromancer's base.

  Even as I stand there, unsure about what I can do, the door opens with a bang. I barely suppress the wish to cover my ears. I wish I could shut down the sensory formation. Why does everybody forget that you are supposed to be quiet around the pilot?

  Well, the people who have just now entered this place are equally distracting if I am honest. It is three people who seem to have been running here with their full effort. (Based on the sweat on their faces )

  These people are John, Eric and most surprisingly, Esmerelda. The reason for that is that the lady is not in a particularly pretty position. Granted that the reason for that is also me. It was my cannon shot that left her in her present state.

  I wonder if I should apologise to get about that. Well, leave it be. She is technically an enemy to us right now. A bit of intimidation never goes wrong with a vampire. On that front, Amelia already has a sword of fire ready. She looks ready to strike the three people even as they enter the room. The look of excitement on her face makes it clear that she wants this fight.

  "Would you calm down, mayfire. I have enough things to deal with already. I don't need allies attacking allies on top of that." I growl at the lady. That is enough to cause the lady to snap back to her senses.

  I still sense a reluctance when she dissipates that sword. Seriously, just how battle hungry can a person be?

  "Now, why are you here?" I snap at the group.

  Now is a really bad time for distractions, as three of the ships behind me have already charged up their cannons. They could hit me any second, and I have to be ready for that.

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  "Captain, the lady is the only one who can tell you where we need to go." John replies, a bit stonily. "Thus, we have brought her here."

  "Fine, fine." I reply, a bit more irritated than I expected.

  I don't get to speak further as one of the ships finally shoots its cannon. I had actually not expected that. Thankfully, the enemy missed as the cannon trails to the left. They clearly have never had to aim their cannons this much.

  I make use of this opportunity to push the ship. My ship is significantly faster than the enemy ships. The only reason that they are still able to keep up with me is that I have no idea where I am supposed to be going. Once I go all out, they can only catch up by burning through their mana stone reserves.

  Still, I accelerate enough to buy myself some time. With that, I finally turn my attention to the vampire.

  "Where exactly are we going right now?" I ask her. "Is it far from here?"

  "Well, we are about half a week away from the disciple's tomb." The lady replies. "I am not here for that reason, though. We need to escape the ships before heading there."

  Almost as if to prove her point, three of the ships behind me take their shots. Two of the three miss, as they fly into the void. The third shot hits the ship with enough force to shake the ship. That is going to be a pain to fix.

  "Well, I will be the judge of that, lady. Just tell me the route." I snap at her. Now is not the time for all of this.

  "Well, I won't be able to do so. I only know the astral coordinates to the disciple's tomb, human." The lady replies, explaining further, on seeing my confusion. "That is the name of their base."

  "Then what exactly are you waiting for, vampire?" I reply, turning the ship to the left. "Break down the astral coordinates and provide them to me already. I can buy you the time needed to do that. Just get to it."

  "Well, that is the issue, you see." The lady replies. "I don't know how to break down astral coordinates.....

  The lady continues speaking after this. I don't listen to this, though. A white hot pang of fury takes over my thoughts. It takes me a moment to tamp it down. Anger is a useless thing in the middle of a fight, I find.

  "You do realise that we are being chased by enemies, right now. Why are you here wasting my time?" I speak with a careful calm. "The scholars know how to break down astral coordinates. Since you don't know how to do it yourself, it will take you a day or so. Get to it already."

  I have to admit that I am screaming by the end of it. Without a target to go towards, my work has just many times harder. For all I know, I could be moving away from my target even at this moment. I might be adding entire days to the journey.

  As if to anger me further, one of the ships behind me shoots its cannon. The damn bastard got lucky as he hit the storage room of my ship.

  It is in this rage that I shoot all of my cannons at it. The other party did not seem to have expected that, as two of the shots hit the ship. One of them is a fire cannon, so there is a decent blaze growing in the ship.

  If they do not get that under control, then the blaze will eat through their ship. They are clearly not used to this. Every ship has some method of keeping flames like this in control. It is rare to see a ship without one.

  Even as I twist the ship to the left, I can feel a couple of cannon shots streak to my left.

  "Why are you not gone, John?" I reply, feeling myself calm down a bit.

  I have a fighting chance here, I realise. I am panicking unnecessarily. The enemy might outnumber me, but they are really bad at this.

  "Well, you should really let people speak.", John speaks. The man doesn't seem to be ready to leave as he takes a seat next to Amelia.

  "Fine, speak what you want to. Granted, I don't have a lot of time to listen to you, so be quick." I turn, looking at the vampire.

  "Well, I might not be able to send you to the disciple's tomb now, but there is a safe place that I can direct you towards." The lady replies. "We are sure that nobody from this place will be willing to go there. Even the ships chasing after us will be unlikely to come after us."

  "Then why exactly are we going there. There must be a reason that they don't go there." I reply, a bit distractedly.

  The ship with the fire has finally got it under control. Well, the fire has cowed the enemy ships for now. It is only going to be for a while, though.

  "Well, the reason that they don't go there is because the place is a dragon's tomb." The lady replies. "I heard of this place from my master. The locals here believe that the place is haunted. So haunted that they are not even willing to go there."

  "Well, do you know that the only reason that we have not crashed already is because I am good at piloting the ship." I snap at the lady. "Just give me the place's coordinates already. If there is something there, then we will deal with it."

  All the ships behind me have begun to charge up their cannons.

  "Well, then, I will provide you with the location of this place." The lady speaks a bit haughtily. Looks like I have managed to hurt her ego.

  Even as she says this, the lady creates a couple of control strings. I don't interrupt her as she links up with my sensory formation. You see, every sensory formation also allows a person to track precise coordinates. (Without it, a person would not be able to make head or tail of the sensory formation.)

  It can also be used to record precise coordinates with some creative use of control strings. Even as I am describing this, I can sense the location that the lady has recorded in my sensory formation. It feels like a dark zone in my sight, which seems to disappear when I look at it closely.

  Still, it is good enough to give me a direction to move towards. I guess that it is about time that I set off. I have been keeping the propulsion formation moving at a slower speed. (I didn't want to go too far in the wrong direction, you see.) I don't need to fight with these rookies anymore.