A magician was smashed from the air, and George suddenly became George. When he saw all twenty-one of his colleagues died, his eyes were filled with red silk, and he shouted angrily to Beta: "Stop, why did you kill them!"

"I want to ask why they target me, and even restrain me!" Beta raised his foot and kicked Frances with an incredible expression on his face to the ground.

Although his heart was pierced, Francis was not completely dead. His body was twitching constantly and he was fighting the phenomenon of itch deficiency. As long as he had a magic to treat serious injuries at this time, he would immediately repair his heart. If his body was not too low, he could pull him back from the brink of death. Of course, it was necessary to lie in bed for about half a month.

"Go aside." George was about to come over with a magical ball of healing light condensed in his hand, and was about to come over quickly, trying to save Frances.

But Beta reached out and pointed forward, and an arcane missile hit George directly.

Arcane missiles, as basic magic, are known for their high cost performance. Beta solidified this skill with a warlock, making it a "natural skill" for a warlock, and its power has been greatly improved. Moreover, the advanced talent group of the god-born nobles also gave Beta a good spell damage bonus.

This makes his arcane missile powerful, about the power of a master-level small fireball.

Importantly, small fireballs can only be fired continuously, while arcane missiles can be covered by barrage.

George did not expect that Beta would actually conduct a warning attack. Although the arcane missile did not hit him directly, the power of the explosion pushed him away.

The magic in his hand was naturally broken.

After rolling on the ground, George got up and shouted angrily: "Beta, what do you want to do!"

Beta still kept silent. He raised his foot and stepped heavily on Francis' chest, causing the latter's heart to be squeezed vigorously in his chest.

A blood arrow spurted out from the wound on his chest, high, and shining red light in the sun, like a fountain.

ah!

George roared angryly: "How dare you, how can you do this!"

Now, even if he used the serious injury treatment, he could not save him. Francis' body shook for a while, and then his eyes gradually dissipated.

Beta took back his feet, and was still expressionless: "Why don't you dare? I'm also a pope of the God Cult. If you don't know my identity, I will give you some mercy. But even though you know who I am, you still want to trap me. Do you really think that red - the magic tower is invincible in the world?"

George walked to Frances and knelt down, watching the latter take his last breath.

He looked up suddenly and roared, "Do you know, he is the next tower master of the magic tower."

"I am still the current pope, a tower master who has not yet succeeded, what is it!" Beta chuckled softly, full of sarcasm: "I think there is something wrong with your Red-Magic Tower people."

George stood up slowly: "I won't argue with you. Now I will take their bodies back. You Wojin God Cult, just wait for our Red-Magic Tower sanctions."

"Is this a declaration of war?" Beta really found it quite funny. He felt that sometimes, this group that had been hidden for too long seemed to have a strange pride.

I can't see the situation clearly at all, as if I've been staying for a long time and have come out of the mountain, I'll be invincible in the world, or I'm a hidden person, and you have to give me face when you come out.

"You have killed so many of us, all of us are elites. Do you think the relationship between our two families can be eased?" George wanted to go crazy with resentment, but suppressed it tightly.

Beta snorted: "It doesn't matter, but there are some questions, I want to ask."

“What if I don’t answer?”

"At worst, I can kill another one." Beta said calmly.

George was so angry that he clenched his fists and his beards and hair were wide open, but he looked at the corpses around him and held back, gritting his teeth and said, "You ask."

"What do you want to do if you deliberately attract me here?"

George finally jumped up in anger: "We just invite you to come and see the situation."

"I believed it before, but now I don't." Beta laughed and said, "If I really asked me to come and help see the situation, would I be trapped as soon as I came out?"

If it were between individuals, this problem might not be big. But the two forces were different. Besides, Beta was the emperor of the first sect, and the other party wanted to trap a pope, but it was a little wrong no matter how he looked at it.

After all, if Beta is controlled, it will cause a great blow to the God of Wealth. If it is killed, the God of Wealth will immediately fall into an internal strife. After all, many people want to be popes.

On personal issues, Beta is a moderate person to judge people, but in terms of interactions between forces, Beta likes to guess the other party from the worst perspective.

After George finished his anger, he said coldly: "That is you who use the heart of a villain to save the righteous gentleman."

"If you are really gentlemen, will you trap people directly?" Beta bit the question tightly.

At this time, he found that George was not angry, but calmed down instead, and even felt aggrieved. If he continued to be angry, Beta might have been five points of suspicion, but now, he was almost completely sure that the other party seemed to really want to do something to him.

George said aggrievedly: "Francis only rarely comes out and doesn't understand the rules outside. Even so, you can't kill people directly."

"Haha, it's like you don't kill people." Beta sniffed and said, "Actually, when I was trapped just now, you kept staying in the air to watch the show. Okay, don't leave if you don't tell the reason. I'm increasingly suspicious of you having ulterior motives."

George's eyes turned red again, covered in blood: "Are you going to kill them all?"

Beta didn't speak, but his magic began to mobilize.

George took a deep breath and felt a little nervous. At this time, a violent fluctuation of space magic suddenly came from behind him, and a dark circular arch was about to take George away.

Teleportation remotely! George suddenly showed a proud expression.

Beta threw out a scroll without thinking. He had seen such passive teleportation twice before, but he suffered losses twice, but he was only three times, so why didn't he beware of it?

As soon as the scroll came out, it immediately cracked, and countless fine lines that could be seen were densely covered with glass cracks in the beta space of about 500 meters.

The black space door was immediately closed when attacked by these fine lines.

At this time, George's lower body had been incorporated into the Black Gate, but the Black Gate was closed in advance, just like an invisible gadolinium knife chopping off, and George was immediately separated into two halves.

The lower body was teleported away, while the upper body fell down.

Chop halfway!

As we all know, the person who was cut in half would not die immediately. George screamed in fear, like a woman who was about to be raped. Then he suddenly reacted and crawled towards Beta with difficulty. His colorful internal organs slid out of his abdomen and dragged to the ground as he moved.

He spitted blood in his mouth, his eyes filled with fear of death, and his endless prayer: "Save me!"

Beta is not a person who specializes in healing. If players with professional water healing abilities come here, they will have more than half of their hopes to survive.

Besides, why should Beta save it?

He didn't even want to understand and left with teleportation. This man couldn't live long.

Watching Beta disappear, George blew a desperate curse.

After returning to Wojin City, after getting tired of Shirley and others for a while, Beta released Medea. Xueli looked at the little thing and was quite surprised: "Puppet life?"

Beta nodded and said, "Yes, it will live here in us in the future. You can teach it some basic human social knowledge first. Its current social experience is similar to that of a child."

"I understand." Shirley hugged the little thing with her eyes shining. The image of a cute black and white beast was irresistible to most women.

"My name is Medea." The little thing was very obedient in Shirley's arms: "You are also a woman, can I call you mom?"

"No, call me sister." Shirley patted the little thing on the head.

Oh... the little thing responded and seemed a little happy.

Beta sat aside and said, "Here I give me an order, all temples should pay attention to the red magicians coming out of the magic tower. From now on, the God of Wealth will list it as a hostile force."

Shirley's face turned up: "What happened."

Beta told the story. After hearing this, Shirley became furious: "You dare to lie to you and want to trap you? This Red Magic Tower is a bastard. This is not enough. Later, I will ask Emma to go to the Mercenary Union, the Assassin Union, and the Bards Union. All three unions will give rewards. As long as the Red Magic Tower is killed or deducted alive, as long as the evidence is true, I will get our reward. I will ask Angel to draw a suitable price for the bounty."

"It's OK." Beta thought Shirley's decision was also good.

At this time, Shirley's anger subsided a little. Beta was the pope of the God of Wealth. It was a symbol of a sect and her man. If you want to deal with Beta, you have no intention of cutting flesh in her heart.

"By the way." Shirley took a deep breath: "There is a kobold, you may have to meet him."

Kowtower? Beta is a little strange.

Half an hour later, Beta met the dog-headed man in Shirley's mouth.

"Dear Lord Dragon, I'm glad to finally see you." A dog-headed man who was washed clean, without any odor, and even smelled of perfume, knelt in front of him: "I am your slave, Alkin."

Beta looked at it strangely: "It's rare to talk a dragon vein skull. What are you doing if you don't stay underground and run into our human world?"

Beta also has a certain understanding of dog kowtowers. Only those dog kowtowers who have awakened a certain degree of dragon blood will have intelligence and speak the common language. Otherwise, most dog kowtowers will have IQs of about three or four years old.

"I'll find my master," Alkin said humbly: "My tribe is facing destruction. The place we live is too barren. We need to live in a place where we can eat. For this, we can do anything, whether it's a coolie or become your soldiers."

"As far as I know, the kobold only recognizes dragons as their masters. Why do you want me, a human?"
Chapter completed!