A magician fell from the air, and suddenly it was George. He saw all twenty-one colleagues died, his eyes were full of red threads, and he shouted angrily to Beta: "Stop, why did you kill them!"
"I want to ask, why are they targeting me and even wanting to restrain me!" Beta lifted her foot and kicked Frances with an unbelievable expression on her face to the ground.
Although the heart was pierced, Francis is not completely dead. His body is twitching non-stop, and he is fighting against the phenomenon of lack of itching. As long as there is a healing magic at this time, his heart will be repaired immediately. If he His physique is not too low, and he can pull him back from the death line. Of course, it is necessary to lie in bed for about half a month.
"Get out of the way." George was about to rush over with a healing magic light sphere in his hand, trying to rescue Francis.
But Beta stretched out his hand and pointed forward, and an arcane missile directly hit George's side.
As a basic magic, Arcane Missile is known for its high cost performance, and Beta solidified this skill as a warlock, making it a "natural skill" of a warlock, and its power has been greatly improved. Also gives Beta a nice spell damage bonus.
This makes his arcane missiles quite powerful, roughly equivalent to the power of a small fireball at the master level.
The important thing is that the small fireball can only be fired in bursts, while the arcane missile can be covered by barrage.
George didn't expect that Beta would launch a warning attack. Although the arcane missile didn't hit him directly, the power of the explosion pushed him away.
The magic in his hand was naturally broken.
Rolling on the ground, George got up and yelled angrily, "Beta, what are you trying to do!"
Beta remained silent, he raised his foot and stepped heavily on Francis' chest, causing the latter's heart to be squeezed vigorously in the chest cavity.
A bloody arrow spurted out from the wound on his chest, high up, shimmering red in the sun, like a fountain.
what!
George roared angrily: "How dare you, how could you!"
Now, even if he used the serious injury treatment, he couldn't save him. Francis trembled for a while, and then his eyes gradually became dizzy.
Beta withdrew her foot, still calm and expressionless: "Why not? I am also a pope of a god religion. If you don't know my identity, I will show you some favors, but you know who I am. You still want to trap me, are you really a red-magic tower invincible?"
George walked up to Francis and knelt down, watching the latter take his last breath.
He raised his head abruptly and roared angrily, "Do you know that he is the next Tower Master of the Magic Tower?"
"I'm still the current pope, a tower owner who hasn't succeeded yet, what is it!" Beta laughed softly, full of sarcasm: "I think you red-magic tower people have a problem with their heads."
George stood up slowly: "I won't quarrel with you, now I want to take their bodies back, you Woking Gods, just wait for the punishment from our red-magic tower."
"Is this a declaration of war?" Beta really found it quite funny. He felt that sometimes, this kind of group that has been hidden for too long seems to have a strange kind of pride.
I can't see the situation clearly at all, as if I have stayed in the house for a long time, and if I go out of the mountain, I will be invincible in the world, or I am a reclusive person, and you have to give me face when I come out, and other strange bad habits.
"You have killed so many of us, all of them are elites, do you think the relationship between our two families can be eased?" George wanted to go crazy with resentment, but he suppressed it firmly.
Beta snorted: "It doesn't matter, but there are some questions I want to ask."
"What if I don't answer?"
"It's a big deal to kill another one." Beta said calmly.
George was so angry that he clenched his fists and his beard and hair were stretched out, but he looked at the corpses around him, and still held back, gritted his teeth and said, "Ask."
"What are you trying to attract me here on purpose?"
George finally jumped up angrily: "We just invite you to come over and help check the situation."
"I believed it before, but I don't believe it now." Beta said with a chuckle, "If I were really asked to come over to help check the situation, would you trap me as soon as I came out?"
If it is between individuals, this problem may not be a big one. But it was different between the two forces. Besides, Beta was still the Pope of the One Church, and the other party wanted to trap a Pope, which seemed a bit wrong no matter how they looked at it.
After all, if Beta is controlled, it will deal a big blow to the Cult of Wealth. If it is killed, the Cult of Wealth will immediately fall into internal fighting. After all, many people want to be pope.
When it comes to personal issues, Beta is a moderate mind, but when it comes to interactions between forces, Beta likes to guess at the worst angle.
After George finished being angry, he said coldly, "That's because you are saving the belly of a righteous gentleman with a villain's heart."
"If you were really gentlemen, would you trap people directly?" Beta clung to this question firmly.
At this time, he found that George was not angry, but calmed down, and there was even a kind of grievance. If he continued to be angry, Beta might be 50% suspicious, but now, he was almost completely sure that the other party seemed to really want to do something to him.
George said aggrievedly: "Francis just rarely comes out and doesn't know the rules outside. Even so, you can't kill people directly."
"Hehe, it's as if your magic tower doesn't kill people." Beta snorted and said, "Actually, when I was trapped just now, you stayed in the air and watched the show. Well, don't tell the reason, you Don't leave either, I suspect more and more that you have ulterior motives."
George's eyes were red again, bloodshot: "Are you trying to kill them all?"
Beta didn't speak, but the magic power in him began to mobilize.
George took a deep breath, feeling a little nervous. At this moment, violent spatial magic power fluctuations suddenly came from behind him, and a dark circular arch wanted to take George away.
Teleportation! George suddenly showed a smug expression.
Beta threw out a scroll without thinking about it. He had seen this kind of passive teleportation twice before, suffered a loss twice, and it was only three, so how could he not be on guard.
As soon as the scroll came out, it immediately cracked, and countless visible, fine lines like glass cracks densely covered the space about 500 meters away from Beta.
As soon as the black space door was invaded by these fine lines, it immediately closed.
At this time, the lower part of George's body had been included in the black door, but the black door was closed ahead of time, like an invisible gadolinium knife chopped off directly, and George was immediately separated into two halves.
The lower body is teleported away, while the upper body falls down.
cut in half!
As we all know, a person who is cut in half does not die immediately. George yelled in horror, like a woman who is about to be raped, and then he suddenly reacted and crawled towards Beta with difficulty, and the colorful internal organs followed him. The movement, and slipped out of the abdominal cavity, dragged on the ground.
He was spitting out blood, with fear of death in his eyes, and endless prayers: "Help me!"
Beta is not a person who specializes in healing. If players with professional water healing ability come to this kind of injury, there is more than half of the hope of surviving.
Besides, why should Beta save him
He didn't even bother to talk about it, and just used the teleportation technique to leave. This person won't live long.
Watching Beta disappear, George issued a desperate curse.
Back in Woking City, after being tired of being with Shirley and the others for a while, Beta released Medea. Seeing this little thing, Sydney was also quite surprised: "Puppet life?"
Beta nodded and said, "Yes, it will live here from now on. You first teach it some basic knowledge of human society. Its current social experience is similar to that of a child."
"Understood." Shirley hugged the little thing with bright eyes. The image of a black and white cute beast is 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 also call you mother?"
"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, "Give me an order. All the temples pay attention to the magicians from the red-magic tower. From now on, the God of Wealth will list them as hostile forces."
Shirley's face straightened: "What happened."
Beta told what happened, and after listening, Shirley became furious: "How dare you lie to me and try to trap you? This red-magic tower is also a bastard. This is not enough, I will let Emma Go to the mercenary guild, the assassin guild, and the bard guild. All three guilds offer rewards. As long as they are people from the red-magic tower, no matter whether they kill them or keep them alive, as long as the evidence is solid, they will be rewarded. Our reward. I will ask Angel to come up with a suitable price for the bounty."
"Alright." Beta felt that Shirley's decision was also good.
At this moment, Shirley's anger subsided a little. Beta was the pope of the Wealth God Cult, a symbol of a sect, and even her man. He wanted to deal with Beta, but he had no intention of trying to gouge out the flesh in her heart.
"That's right." Shirley took a deep breath: "There is a kobold, you may have to meet it."
Kobold? Beta is a little weird.
Half an hour later, Beta saw the kobold that Shirley was talking about.
"Dear Dragon Lord, I'm glad to finally see you." A kobold who was washed cleanly without any peculiar smell and even smelled of perfume knelt in front of him: "I am your servant, Alkin. "
Beta looked at it a little strangely: "A talking dragon vein kobold is really rare. Why don't you stay in the ground and come to our human world?"
Beta also has a certain understanding of kobolds. Only those kobolds who have awakened a certain degree of dragon's blood will have intelligence and speak the common language. Otherwise, the IQ of most kobolds is about three or four years old.
"I'm here to find the master." Alkin said humbly: "My group is facing extinction. The place where we live is too barren. We need to live in a place that can feed us. For this, we can do Anything, be it a coolie, or be your soldier."
"As far as I know, kobolds only recognize dragons as their masters. Why are you looking for me, a human being?"
Alkin raised his head in surprise: "But Dragon Lord, aren't you just a dragon with divinity?"