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

In the information age, almost everyone understands the meaning of knowledge representation. Beta knows that if the clone really inherits most of his knowledge, then he will definitely have a deep understanding of this sentence.

It is not surprising that it would emptiate the entire workshop, Magic Tower, library.

Of course, this is just one possibility. It does not mean that people in this world do not have the ability to unlock the barriers arranged by him and Roland and use the back door directly, but the probability is relatively small.

Beta picked up Medea and walked out of the barrier. At this time, a group of red-robed magicians were already standing outside the barrier. They lined up in a row, looking very pompous.

After counting, twenty-one people. Perros, who Beta had seen two days ago, stood in the back row, and in front of him, two old men with even greater magical fluctuations.

As soon as Beta came out, a barrier immediately aroused, trapping him inside. And twenty-one magicians dispersed and formed a semicircular shape to make him great.

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

Looking at the oldest old magician with the strongest magic fluctuations, he slowly took the first two steps and said, "Grand of Beta, please explain the situation inside and tell us what happened. The Magic Tower has no intention of being an enemy of you."

Beta looked at the barrier and snorted: "As soon as he came, he trapped me here, and said he had no intention of being an enemy of me?"

"This is just a temporary solution," said the old magician lightly. "We really want to figure out what's going on inside."

"Then untie this barrier first."

The old magician shook his head: "We know you are good at space teleportation magic. Once this barrier is untied, you will leave."

"It's quite interesting." Beta said expressionlessly: "Please come and help you check what's going on here, but it's just like treating prisoners."

Although the old magician's expression was light, his eyes had a kind of arrogance that only the elderly had: "Crown, we just want to know the truth. The magic tower in the workshop is an ally with us."

"No." Medea suddenly shouted: "Moms don't like you men in red robes. They always say that you are narrow-minded and always want to grab books in the big library. I suspect you are in the same group as the men who attacked us in front."

Medea shouted, and immediately hid behind Beta.

Beta whispered softly.

Several red-robed magicians were a little embarrassed, but the expression of the old magician who was speaking just now had not changed at all. He looked at Medea in surprise: "This black and white bear seems to be the work of the magic tower in the workshop?"

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: "It really succeeded?"

When someone stared at him with such a look, Medea became scared and immediately retreated behind Beta.

"Mr., please give us this puppet."

While talking, the old magician reached out and directly used the mage's hand to grab Medea, but Beta made a quicker move. With just a wave, the opponent's newly formed spell immediately turned into a basic magic element.

The old magician groaned, his face a little red. He was cracked by such rough means, even if he, an element close to legend, was not pleasant.

"What do you mean, Beta."

Beta said coldly: "I want to ask you what it means. Just let it go if you use the barrier to trap me. Now I won't sue you. Who do you think you are?"

"I am Red - Magic Tower Elemental Francis." The old magician shouted angrily: "The workplace magic tower is our business. We have the right to accept this puppet."

"Haha." Beta sneered: "Tsk, how do you know that this puppet was not given to me by the Magic Tower of the Workshop."

"How is it possible? Everyone inside..." The old magician was stunned, and then his voice was lowered: "It's a stingy guy, how could he give such a precious thing to someone."

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

"Anyway, this little thing is going to follow me now." Beta glanced around and said, "Get out of the way, otherwise don't blame me for being polite."

Since the other party put on such a stance, there was no need for Beta to say anything more.

"Under Beta, 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 dissipated their mental power. This was a sign of preparing to use magic.

Beta reached out and grabbed Medea directly into his mansion art space. The barrier arranged by the other party could interfere with teleportation, but there was no restriction on the portable space.

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

There are 21 people, ten of them are master level, and eleven are close to master level. Such power may not be able to pass even if it is a legend. Moreover, the opponent has a barrier and has the advantage of taking the lead. Logically speaking, Beta does not have any backhand power at this time.

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

When the scroll was still in the air, he jumped back, holding his head with both hands, and rolled away on the ground with extreme disrespect.

When Francis saw this scene, he was about to laugh when he saw more than ten scrolls thrown over, he immediately emitted a magic shield, and sneered in his heart that scrolls are very useful in low-level battles, but they don’t play much role in battles with high strength.

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

But as soon as the sneering smile appeared on his face, the dozen or so strong scrolls exploded at the same time.

Each one is a powerful flame explosion technique... Although it is indeed less powerful than Beta personally cast, it cannot resist a dozen shots that explode in this narrow barrier at the same time.

The rumbling giant direction and flame instantly submerged everything around here.

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

The explosion fluctuated the ground trembled. Five seconds later, Beta climbed up from the pit, and the flames of moxibustion still remained in the air.

Apart from Beta, there is no one standing around.

Twenty charred corpses, and Francis, half-kneeling, eyes and ears, and even his mouth were bleeding.

Although he supported the magic shield, his internal organs were almost shattered by the magic backlash. If he did not receive treatment, he would not live long.

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

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

If Beta hadn't heard of it, he stabbed the sword into Francis' chest.
Chapter completed!