Noble Emblem

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A magician fell from the sky, and it was George. When he saw all twenty-one of his colleagues dead, his eyes were full of red threads, and he shouted angrily to Beta: "Stop, why are you killing them!"

"I would like to ask why they target me and even want to restrain me!" Beta raised her foot and kicked Frances to the ground with an expression of disbelief on her face.

Although the heart was pierced, Francis was not completely dead yet. His body was twitching constantly, and he was fighting the phenomenon of lack of itching. As long as a magic treatment for serious injuries was used at this time, his heart could be repaired immediately. If he His physique is not too low and can bring him back from the brink of death. Of course, it is necessary to lie in bed for about half a month.

"Get out of the way." George had a healing magic light ball condensed in his hand and was about to come over hurriedly, trying to rescue Francis.

But Beta stretched out his hand and pointed forward, and an arcane missile hit George directly.

As a basic magic, Arcane Missile is known for its high cost performance. After Beta solidified this skill as a warlock and made it a "natural skill" of the warlock, its power has been greatly improved. Moreover, the advanced talent set of the divine nobles It also gives Beta a good spell damage bonus.

This makes his arcane missiles quite powerful, roughly equivalent to the power of a small fireball at the master level.

Importantly, small fireballs can only be fired in bursts, while arcane missiles can provide barrage coverage.

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

The magic on his hand was naturally broken.

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

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

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

ah!

George roared angrily: "How dare you, how could you do this!"

Now, even with the serious injury treatment technique, he couldn't be saved. Francis' body shook for a while, and then his eyes gradually became blurred.

Beta retracted his foot, still expressionless: "Why don't you dare? I am also a pope of a divine religion. If you don't know my identity, I will show you some mercy, but you know who I am. You actually want to trap me, do you really think the Red Magic Tower is invincible?"

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

He raised his head suddenly and roared: "Do you know, he is the next tower master of the magic tower."

"I'm still the current pope, a tower master who hasn't succeeded yet, so nothing!" Beta chuckled softly, full of sarcasm: "I think there's something wrong with your red-magic tower people's heads."

George stood up slowly: "I won't argue with you. Now I want to take their bodies back. You, the Wojin Cult, just wait for the sanctions 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 had been hidden from the world for too long seemed to have a strange kind of pride.

I can't see the situation clearly at all, as if I have been at home for a long time and will be invincible when I come out, or I am a reclusive person and you have to give me face when I come out. Such strange bad habits.

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

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

"What if I don't answer?"

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

George was so angry that he clenched his hands into fists and his hair and hair were all flabby. However, he looked at the corpses around him and still held back. He gritted his teeth and said, "You ask."

"What do you want to do by deliberately attracting me here?"

George finally jumped up in anger: "We just invited you to come over and help check the situation."

"I believed it before, but I don't believe it now." Beta chuckled and said, "If you really ask me to come over to help check the situation, will you trap me as soon as you come out?"

If it were between individuals, this might not be a big problem. But there was a difference between the two forces. Moreover, Beta was still the king of a religion, so the other party wanted to trap a pope, which seemed a bit wrong.

After all, if Beta is controlled, it will cause a big blow to the Cult of Fortune. If he is killed, the Cult of Fortune will immediately fall into internal fighting. After all, many people want to be the pope.

When it comes to personal issues, Beta is a moderate judge of people, but when it comes to dealings between forces, Beta likes to guess the worst about each other.

After George was angry, he said coldly: "That's because you used your villain's heart to save the heart of a righteous gentleman."

"If you are really gentlemen, would you trap people directly?" Beta insisted on the question.

At this time, he found that George was no longer angry, but calmed down, and even felt a sense of grievance. If he continued to be angry, Beta might be 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 only rarely comes out and doesn't know the rules outside. Even so, you can't kill people directly."

"Haha, it's like your magic tower doesn't kill people." Beta chuckled and said: "Actually, when I was trapped just now, you were just waiting in the air to watch the show. Okay, if you don't tell me the reason, you Don’t leave either, I’m becoming more and more suspicious of your ulterior motives.”

George's eyes were red again and bloodshot: "Are you trying to kill everyone?"

Beta didn't speak, but the magic in him began to mobilize.

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

Teleportation! George suddenly looked proud.

Beta threw a scroll directly without thinking. He had seen this kind of passive teleportation twice before, and suffered losses twice. He could only do three things, so how could he not be careful?

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

The black space door was immediately closed as soon as it was invaded by these fine lines.

At this time, the lower body of George's body had been included in the black door, but the black door was closed early, like an invisible gadolinium knife directly chopping, and George was immediately separated into two halves.

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

Cut in half!

As we all know, people who are cut in half will not die immediately. George screamed in fear, like a woman who was about to be raped, and then he suddenly reacted and crawled towards Beta with difficulty, the colorful internal organs following him It moved and slipped out of the abdominal cavity, dragging on the ground.

He was vomiting blood, with fear of death in his eyes, and endless pleading: "Save me!"

Beta is not a person who specializes in healing. If players with professional water healing abilities are allowed to deal with this kind of injury, there is more than half a chance that they can survive.

Besides, why should Beta be saved?

He didn't even want to pay attention to it and just used teleportation to leave. This man wouldn't live long.

Watching Beta disappear, George cursed in despair.

Back in Waking City, after being tired of Shirley and others for a while, Beta released Medea. Shirley looked at this little thing and was quite surprised: "Puppet life?"

Beta nodded and said: "Yes, it will live with us from now on. You first teach it some basic common sense of human society. Its current social experience is similar to that of a child."

"I understand." Shirley picked up the little thing with gleaming eyes. The image of a cute animal in black and white is irresistible to most women.

"My name is Medea." The little thing was very obedient in Shirley's arms: "You are also a woman, right? Can I also 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: "Give me an order. All temples should pay attention to the magicians coming out of the Red Magic Tower. From now on, the God of Fortune will list them as hostile forces."

Shirley's face straightened: "What happened."

Beta told what happened. After listening to it, Shirley became furious: "How dare you lie to you and try to trap you? This red magic tower is also a bastard. This is not enough, I will let Emma later Go to the Mercenary Guild, the Assassin Guild, and the Bard Guild. There are bounties placed in these three unions. As long as the person is in the Red Magic Tower, whether it is killed or alive, as long as the evidence is reliable, you can get it. Our reward. I’ll let Angel figure out a suitable price for the bounty.”

"It's okay." Beta felt that Shirley's decision was also a good one.

At this time, Shirley's anger subsided a little. Beta is the Pope of the Wealth God Cult, a symbol of the sect, and also her man. He wants to deal with Beta, but he has no intention of carving out her heart.

"That's right." Shirley took a deep breath: "There is a kobold, you might want to see it."

Kobold? Beta is a little strange.

Half an hour later, Beta saw the kobold that Shirley mentioned.

"Dear Dragon Lord, I'm glad to finally meet you." A kobold who was completely clean, without any odor, and even smelled of perfume knelt in front of him: "I am your slave, Alkin. "

Beta looked at it strangely: "A talking dragon-veined kobold is really rare. Why are you coming to our human world instead of staying underground?"

Beta also has a certain understanding of kobolds. Only those kobolds who have awakened a certain degree of dragon blood will have intelligence and can speak common language. Otherwise, most kobolds have an IQ of about three or four years old.

"I'm here to find the master." Altin said humbly: "My tribe is facing extinction. The place where we live is too barren. We need to live in a place where we can eat well. For this, we can do Anything, whether it's a coolie or being your soldier."

"As far as I know, kobolds will only recognize dragons as their masters. Why are you looking for me, a human?"

Arkin raised his head in surprise: "But Dragon Lord, aren't you just a divine dragon?"