And, most importantly, where the Githyanki live, there is no chance of babies appearing, and their eggs must be placed on the Material Plane in order to hatch.

And except for the red dragon, they also look down on any race. The fortress is their holy place and they will never let anyone else enter.

Hill doesn't need to worry about any surprises.

The activated lightning is synchronized with Hill's spirit. Of course, it will not let go of these guys trying to escape. Even if the officers used their men to block the first two lightning bolts, the dozen or so lightning bolts that followed were directly crushed.

It broke their defenses and turned them directly into ashes.

Even if they still wear their extremely gorgeous armor at this time, it's no wonder that Lightning doesn't expend any effort at all when looking for its target.

When it was about to die, the astral monster finally seemed to react. Perhaps the poor inheritance in its bloodline was activated by lightning. The huge monster moved slowly, trying to leave.

Hill had no intention of letting him go.

The Githyanki method of raising astral beasts is simple, they use captives.

It was impossible for Hill to let such a giant beast that was accustomed to eating people leave, even if he was just following orders.

In his genes, the mark that human flesh is food has been engraved.

Hill could only sigh and let the thunder drown everything in front of him.

He actually really thought that the mastermind behind the scenes would come to the rescue. After all, these pirates were obviously not hired, but his allies.

But unfortunately, that person chose to give up when he was sure that he was not capable of completely suppressing Hill or killing him.

This also allowed Hill to be sure of one thing, no matter who the person behind it was, it could not be a demon lord or demon king with powerful divine power or comparable to it.

When the thunder subsided and the lightning disappeared one by one, leaving only the original magic ship that returned to Hill, hanging on the tallest white sail, he tried his best to keep his face calm and directed the magic ship to approach that

Fortress on Behemoth.

When it came to cleaning up the battlefield, Hill had plenty of manpower. He released hundreds of puppets and gave them to the ship spirit to control, waiting for the final result.

Although he knew that in this pirate's fortress, even if there were any good things, they would have been dedicated to their queen, but Hill felt that the good things in their eyes might not be the same.
Chapter completed!