A mage's journey begins with a battle mage.

Chapter 138 The Shadow of Mahabray

Inside the forces of the Alliance of Saints.

"Old John! What are you doing!"

Ignoring his companions' shouts, John frantically tore at his own skin.

"Those noble gentlemen, they live in luxury every day, while what do we eat?"

"Pastors praise God loudly every day, but what has God actually given us?"

"A grain tax as high as 70% leaves us barely able to feed ourselves, living a life of humility and subservience every day—this is what God has given us!"

"Don't you understand? We're nothing but expendable resources!"

As he spoke, John tore at his skin, two streams of bloody tears streaming down his face—perhaps this was the last vestige of his humanity.

"Just yesterday, my son was murdered! It was these heartless bastards who did it!"

"And what then? No one dares to convict us, so we deserve to die!"

John's skin was ripped off completely, exposing his bulging muscles.

"Now, embrace the true light!"

"If the human world is an abyss, then what's the difference between the abyss and heaven?"

John's face gradually melted away like wax, replaced by a face full of holes, with countless tiny teeth even inside the holes.

"Hehehe, hahaha."

A monster was born.

Someone has fallen into depravity.

When the first person falls into depravity, it usually signifies the beginning of collective depravity.

When a person is undergoing a fall and transformation, the demons will not attack; instead, they will admire the spectacle of order turning into chaos.

"Boom!"

John, who had just fallen from grace, hadn't even had a chance to wreak havoc before he was smashed into a pile of minced meat.

It wasn't a human who made the move, but a demon.

"How can weak mortals be worthy of enjoying the glory of the abyss?"

A demon howled and used the demon beside him as a weapon to beat John to death.

It seems like it's the same everywhere.

John's downfall set a bad precedent, and more and more people began to fall into depravity.

The discipline of the Alliance of Saints can be described as extremely bad.

They may appear to be neat and orderly, with good military discipline.

However, formation is merely a superficial appearance.

Their insides are rotten to the core.

Bullying and humiliation occurred everywhere; there were many noble officers who arbitrarily executed soldiers, whipped and shamed.

Such an army would probably have collapsed long ago if it hadn't relied on its faith in the gods.

"It seems that Pastor Joan of Arc is not doing very well."

Jiang Shuzhou noticed the situation in the West District, but he showed no intention of helping.

They deserve all of this. These believers preach love and harmony every day, but they're rotten inside. I don't know how they have the face to face their gods.

While using his Mage's Eye to observe the surroundings, Jiang Shuzhou frantically unleashed spells towards the eastern district.

"roar!"

"Coward! Come out and face me!"

A giant demon swung its bone club at the city wall, becoming increasingly enraged as it failed to kill anyone.

He gets angry and kills people; he gets angry when he kills people; he gets angry even when no one is killing him.

Right after he finished speaking.

More than a dozen spells came straight at him.

"boom!"

After a series of explosions, only a pool of pus remained where the demon had stood.

Serves you right for yelling!

I thought it was a speed bump, so I just shot at it without paying attention.

In Dongcheng District, if any demon is conspicuous, Jiang Shuzhou will directly use magic to strike it down.

If it were an ordinary mage, they would probably be running out of mana and need to replenish it.

However, Jiang Shuzhou is no ordinary person; he has cultivated the Elemental Forging Furnace, so this little bit of magic power is nothing to him.

Moreover, the spells Jiang Shuzhou released were not of high rank; their power was entirely due to his own modifications.

"bump!"

Every now and then, Jiang Shuzhou would take out his Abyss Whisper and fire a couple of shots for fun.

Joan of Arc was battling through the abyss's pus below, Jiang Shuzhou was showing off on the wall, and as for Rosemary?

She made a move too.

"O ancient covenant, in the name of the sons of King Arthur, I command you to heal the warriors' weariness and give them strength!"

An ancient and profound power descended, and the soldiers of the empire felt their physical fatigue gradually dissipate, their negative emotions soothed by some force.

This is the foundation upon which the Augustan family founded their state: the power of oaths, or rather, alliances.

This thing should be similar to the will of nature, both belonging to a kind of natural deity, without its own will, only having a set of operating rules.

However, the covenant was clearly created by humans.

It must be said that the world has never lacked geniuses.

However, the covenant was only used now.

It seems that even the empire cannot completely control Him, but can only use Him.

This is like creating a father for yourself.

Nevertheless, this is still quite valuable for research.

"Your Excellency Rosemary, I have a little bit of money, but I consider my position in the Empire to be rather low."

"What do you want to say?"

"I'm planning to donate some money, as long as you can give me an official position."

You've made selling official positions sound so elegant!

"Unfortunately, unless you join the Empire, it will be very difficult to obtain a position."

Oh, never mind then. When I become successful in the future, I'll just bring troops into the country and create a position for myself.

"That's a real shame, but Your Highness doesn't seem to be in good spirits."

What's this guy up to now?

"This is because of the covenant; using the covenant consumes stamina."

It turns out it's not without side effects.

That's not as good as the gods.

After all, the covenant covers the entire empire, and according to the gods' calculations, the entire empire is the divine kingdom of the covenant.

Normally, it is possible to change the terrain and so on without any side effects.

It seems that the Covenant's power is clearly inferior to that of the Will of Nature. After all, all the spells used by druids are actually meant to summon the Will of Nature in order to achieve the effect of the spell, but they did not suffer any backlash.

The same applies to pastors.

Rosemary, standing to the side, looked displeased. "I've already said all that, shouldn't you hand me something?"

A beautiful woman with a pale face, and you wouldn't even hand her a stamina potion?

Jiang Shuzhou simply ignored this. "If you won't even let me buy an official position, then what are you good for?"

Besides, aren't I here to protect you?

Looking at the five silver-armored guards standing beside Rosemary, Jiang Shuzhou thought to himself.

Seeing that Jiang Shuzhou had no chivalry whatsoever, Rosemary had no choice but to take out her own stamina potion and drink it.

The imperial guards standing by showed no intention of helping; their orders were to protect the princess's safety, and they were not to concern themselves with anything else.

Jiang Shuzhou continued to use spells to cleanse the ground from time to time, and then shoot to kill the enemies. After all, Abyss Whisper was handsome, so he naturally had to use it more often.

Joan of Arc continued to fight on the ground.

Finally, after another long battle, the demonic wave was defeated.

Not a single demon retreated throughout the entire ordeal; they were either killed by their own people, destroyed by humans, or committed suicide.

It can be said that there wasn't a single coward among them.

"What? You're saying there's been a mutiny within the Alliance of Saints?"

The wave had barely subsided when Jiang Shuzhou learned of this explosive information.

Just now, a mutiny broke out in the Alliance of Saints.