Chapter 801: Chapter 597: Battle with the Star Realm Pirates (Extra Chapter for the Alliance Hierarch of Chinese Parasol Tree on the Road to Happiness)_2
Then he took out a book and prepared to read it slowly, as the attacks between these ships didn’t require him to take any action at all.
Even if that red dragon ca himself, Hill wouldn’t feel any fear.
But he was really annoyed now, why was this starry sky journey so unsuccessful!
Hill was determined that even if it ant burning a lot of crystal stones, he would definitely reach that battlefield before turning back!
Calculating the ti for the otherworldly whale to finally recover, Hill felt that even with his luck, finding a small forming half-plane over there would already be quite good.
Feeling unhappier the more he thought, Hill stood up and replaced the energy baryte on his magic wand with a larger piece; if the Githyanki were smart, they wouldn’t use spell attacks, otherwise… along with the silver defensive shield outside, the absorbed energy would be enough to wipe them out together.
Hill smirked, well, they were just a bunch of savage eggs who understood nothing!
The white brilliance of the ice magic cannon was unusually dazzling; these pirates seed to have confird that Hill was a Fire Elent Archmage, but they completely chose the wrong option.
A sky full of ice and snow swept in, and the Githyanki directly released three rounds of legendary level magic cannon attacks.
It’s estimated that their cannons could not be used again in the short term; sacrificing attack power temporarily to get rid of Hill!
They were not even afraid of encountering brothers of the Gisele family on the way back.
With Hill’s control power over the Ice Law, the defensive magic array he made didn’t even have a ripple, and the damage to the magic ship was not as great as the previous physical cannon fire; almost all of it was absorbed.
Hill tapped the head of his magic wand, he certainly understood why it was this Githyanki pirate squad intercepting him, that beast, no matter how ugly, was still a descendant of a red dragon that could live in the stellar realm and had strong fire resistance.
Even Hill’s heaven-piercing pillar of fire, for this beast, could be resisted by sheer physical force to nullify half of its power; not to ntion, if it had more red dragon bloodline, it might even have an innate fire-resistant barrier.
Hill had no interest in wasting ti.
Although this was just a ga work, Hill would never choose to store only one type of spell.
The nine nodes on the magic wand lit up, and a bolt of lightning appeared in the starry sky.
Then Hill truly didn’t have to worry about anything.
He regretfully glanced at the energy baryte, mostly consud, and removed it from the top of the magic wand using the previous one.
Instructing the Oak Spirit to be sure to store it in the high-level elental crystal warehouse to slowly restore energy, Hill glanced at the activated lightning he released.
For tal structures, lightning attacks are common sense, aren’t they?
He had wanted to use the spell “Activated Lightning” for a long ti, but the consumption was too large; if not for the pirates’ contribution, Hill couldn’t have used it even by sacrificing that huge energy baryte.
After all, once this lightning was used, it beca almost like half of Hill himself; unless Hill died, it wouldn’t disappear, and it only needed a bit of mana supplent daily; Hill didn’t even need to use crystal stones to provide for it.
So this spell was notoriously powerful; many knew it, but even relying on a magic tower, not many were willing to use it.
With so many legendary spells, why must use one that could empty the energy pool of a legendary magic tower all at once?
Especially for those mages who follow the Weave rules, for them, this spell, once present, would permanently occupy a legendary magic slot, which was not very cost-effective considering their scarce magic slots.
Mages like Hill didn’t need to worry about magic slots, but in truth, this spell also had a high requirent for spiritual power; Hill wasn’t afraid because there were plenty of legendary elents in his ntal sea that could help share this spell’s burden.
To put it bluntly, this spell was excellent, but the requirents were too high, and most legendary mages couldn’t bear the consequences, so they could only give it up.
Hill supported his half-face with a hum of a joyful tune, watching bolt after lightning naturally appear over there; as long as the enemies didn’t disperse, activated lightning could summon countless replicas of itself.
The stellar behemoth also shivered under the attack of legendary lightning.
Well… it probably didn’t understand what fear was, so it must have been shocked.
The beast’s commander seed to be trying hard to communicate and wanted to leave, but a creature without intelligence, at this ti, couldn’t possibly give them any feedback.
In its logic, there were no words for running away.
The Githyanki pirates were probably regretting it now; a fearless beast is indeed easy to command, but when they couldn’t leave the tal fortress or control it, there was no chance left.
Hill raised his eyebrows, sure enough, soone wanted to run.
Even if the tal fortress’s shell had completely turned into a world of currents, there would always be soone trying to escape by sacrificing others’ lives, especially in a highly disciplined military nation like the Githyanki.
Their racial system decided that there would be countless lower-tier soldiers willing to sacrifice their lives so that the higher-ranking officers could survive.
Unfortunately, their thoughts were too beautiful.
Knowing what kind of race was on the other side, Hill never planned for any of them to escape alive.
Each Githyanki’s upbringing ant unbearable suffering for hundreds to thousands of ordinary people; without successful plundering, a Githyanki would not have the chance to live in such a high-level fortress.
Those who truly haven’t laid hands on others wouldn’t even have the qualification to enter Mark City for tasks, no—they would have already died at their companions’ hands.
In Githyanki’s logic, they would think that worthless, soft-hearted waste shouldn’t be let outside to embarrass them, better to practice on them themselves to kill more easily.
Moreover, importantly, where the Githyanki lived, there couldn’t possibly be any offspring; their eggs must be hatched on the Pri Material Plane.
Besides the red dragon, they looked down on any race; the fortress was their sacred land, absolutely not allowing others to enter.
Hill didn’t need to worry about any surprises at all.
Activated lightning was synchronized with Hill’s spirit, and it certainly wouldn’t spare these guys trying to escape; even those officers, using subordinates to block the first two waves of lightning, were then directly shattered by the following dozen more bolts, turning them directly to ashes.
Even at that point, still donned in their extrely ornate armor, it wasn’t surprising that when lightning sought targets, it expended no effort.
In the face of imminent death, the stellar behemoth seed finally to react, possibly because the lightning activated a bit of pathetic inheritance in its bloodline, the huge beast moved slowly, attempting to leave.
Hill had no intention of letting it go.
The Githyanki’s thod of raising stellar behemoths was simple: use captives.
This behemoth, accustod to eating people, Hill couldn’t possibly let it leave; even if it was completely acting under orders, it was the sa.
In its genes, the imprint that human flesh is food was already engraved.
Hill could only sigh, letting the thunder drown everything in front of his eyes.
He actually thought the mastermind behind the scenes would step in to save them, after all, these pirates were obviously not just hired, but an ally.
But unfortunately, upon confirming himself incapable of completely suppressing or killing Hill, that person chose to give up.
This allowed Hill to ascertain one thing; no matter who was behind it, it couldn’t be a powerful divine power or an equivalent demon lord or great demon lord.
When the thunder died down, and the lightning all disappeared save for the original bolt returning to Hill’s magic ship, hanging from the highest white sail, he tried to maintain a calm face and commanded the magic ship to approach the fortress on the behemoth.
For matters like cleaning the battlefield, Hill had ample manpower; he released over a hundred puppets handed over to the ship spirit for control, awaiting the final results.
Although he knew that even if this pirate’s fortress had sothing good, it would have already been offered to their queen, Hill thought what they considered good things might not be of one kind.
Raiding so many magic ships, there should be so special materials.
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