1055 No Mercy

Knowledge is power...knowledge is productivity, knowledge is money.

In the information age, almost everyone understands the meaning of knowledge. Beta knew that if the clone really inherited most of his knowledge, then he would have a deep understanding of this sentence.

It’s not surprising that he then emptied the entire workshop’s magic tower library.

Of course, this is just one of the possibilities. It doesn't mean that people in this world have no ability to break the barrier he and Roland arranged and directly use the backdoor, but the chance of this is relatively small.

Beta picked up Medea and walked out of the barrier. At this time, a group of red-robed magicians were standing outside the barrier. They lined up and looked very grand.

I counted twenty-one people. Peros, whom Beta had met two days ago, was standing in the back row, and in front of him stood two old men with even greater magic power fluctuations.

As soon as Beta came out, a barrier was immediately activated, trapping him inside. And the twenty-one magicians spread out in a semicircle to surround him.

Putting down the panda Medea in his hand, Beta looked at the person opposite and asked coldly: "What do you mean?"

Looking at the old magician who was the oldest and had the strongest magic power, he slowly took two steps forward and said, "Your Majesty, Beta, please explain the situation inside, and by the way, tell us what happened. The Magic Tower has no intention of talking to you. as an enemy.”

Beta looked at the barrier and snorted: "You trapped me here as soon as you came, and you said you have no intention of being my enemy?"

"This is just a temporary measure." The old magician said calmly: "We really want to find out what happened inside."

"Then let's untie this barrier first."

The old magician shook his head: "We know that you are good at space teleportation magic. As soon as this barrier is lifted, you will leave."

"It's quite interesting." Beta said expressionlessly: "You asked me to come over and help you check what happened here, but in the end, I was treated like a prisoner."

Although the old magician's expression was light, there was a kind of arrogance only seen in the elderly in his eyes: "Your Majesty, we just want to know the truth. The Workshop Magic Tower and we are allies."

"No." Medea suddenly shouted from the side: "Mothers don't like you men in red robes. They always say that you are narrow-minded and always want to snatch books from the big library. I doubt you and The men who attacked us were in a group."

Medea shouted this voice, and then immediately hid behind Beta.

Beta chuckled softly.

Several red-robed magicians were a little embarrassed, but the expression of the old magician who just spoke did not change at all. He looked at Medea with some surprise: "This black and white bear seems to be the work of the workshop magic tower?"

Beta was about to deny it, but Medea replied faster: "I am not a work, I am the child of mothers."

"Life puppet?" The old magician's eyes showed eager gaze: "Did it really succeed?"

Being stared at with such eyes, Medea became frightened and immediately shrank back behind Beta.

"Your Majesty, please hand this puppet over to us."

As the old magician spoke, he stretched out his hand and used the magician's hand directly, trying to catch Medea, but Beta was faster. With just one wave, the opponent's newly formed spell was immediately re-formed. The basic elements of magic.

The old magician groaned, his face flushed. It was uncomfortable for someone to break the magic with such a rough method, even for him who was close to a legendary element.

"What do you mean, Your Majesty Beta?"

Beta said coldly: "I want to ask you what you mean. Just use the barrier to trap me. Now if you take it without telling me, who do you think you are?"

"I am Francis, the red magic tower element." The old magician shouted angrily: "The matter of the workshop magic tower is our business. We have the right to accept this puppet."

"Haha." Beta sneered: "Tsk, how do you know this puppet was not given to me by the workshop magic tower?"

"How is it possible? Everyone inside is obviously..." The old magician looked stunned, and then lowered his voice: "They are stingy, how could they give away such a precious thing?"

Beta paused in his heart. He vaguely felt that the old magician wanted to say something else, but he was not sure.

"No matter what, this little thing wants to follow me now." Beta glanced around: "Get out of the way, otherwise don't blame me for being rude."

Since the other party has adopted this posture, there is no need for Beta to say anything more.

"Your Majesty Beta, please give us the puppet first, and then tell us how to get in." Francis snorted: "Otherwise, I don't mind doing something rude."

With a wave of his hand, the other twenty magicians immediately dispersed their spiritual power. This is a precursor to getting ready to use magic.

Beta stretched out his hand to grab Medea and directly put Medea into the magic space of his mansion. The barrier arranged by the other party could interfere with the teleportation, but there was no restriction on the portable space.

This action was very fast. When the old magician discovered that Medea was missing, he was furious and shouted: "Use restraint magic to catch him first."

Of the twenty-one people, ten are masters and eleven are close to masters. With such power, even a legend may not be able to move. Moreover, the opponent has also arranged a barrier to gain the upper hand. It stands to reason that Beta has no backhand power at this time.

But Beta felt cold, and immediately threw out more than ten magic scrolls in the mansion's magic space.

While the scroll was still in the air, he jumped back, holding his head with both hands, and rolled away on the ground in a very disgraceful manner.

Francis was about to laugh when he saw this scene. When he saw more than a dozen scrolls being thrown towards him, he immediately cast a magic shield and sneered in his heart. Scrolls are very useful in low-level battles, but in In the battle of high strength, it plays little role.

This Beta Pope is indeed a legend built on faith, and he doesn't even understand this simple truth.

But as soon as the scornful smile appeared on his face, these dozen powerful scrolls exploded at the same time.

Each one is a powerful pyrotechnic... Although the power is indeed less than what Beta cast personally, it cannot withstand more than a dozen blasts exploding at the same time in this small barrier.

The rumbling giant direction and flames instantly submerged everything around it.

The barrier broke in less than two seconds. Before the explosion, Beta rolled into a low pit and covered his ears.

The ripples of the explosion made the ground tremble. Five seconds later, Beta climbed up from the pit, with the heat of the flame still lingering in the air.

Except for Beta, there was no one left standing around.

Twenty charred corpses, and Francis half-kneeling, with blood flowing from his eyes and ears, and even his mouth.

Although he had put up a magic shield, almost all of his internal organs had been shattered by the magic backlash. If he didn't receive treatment, he wouldn't be able to survive for long.

Beta took out the long sword from the mansion's magic space and pointed it at his heart.

At this time, an anxious voice came from the air: "Please stop!"

Beta didn't hear anything and stabbed the sword directly into Francis's chest.