A mage's journey begins with a battle mage.

Chapter 658 The Fall of Saint-Ilan City

The grand celebrations continued, and Joan of Arc's appearance provoked countless believers to display their most fervent devotion.

Among these people, Jiang Shuzhou and Woking seemed somewhat out of place.

"Look how enthusiastic and how fun it is!"

Jiang Shuzhou said in a strange tone.

Upon hearing this, Wojnarowski knew that nothing good was coming today.

This guy is no good.

Looking at the nervous Woking, Jiang Shuzhou smiled and then said.

"I remember that every god performs miracles at the time of their birth, right?"

He asked.

"Um, more or less."

Wojnarowski replied.

When she ascended to godhood, she performed a miracle, creating a city of wealth made entirely of gold that would never be worn away.

When Tyrden, the god of justice, ascended to heaven, the Sky City rose.

When the Earth Mother Goddess ascended to godhood, the land around her became an eternal fertile land, where whatever was planted would yield a bountiful harvest.

These are all miracles.

However, to put it bluntly, this thing is just for building one's own reputation.

Otherwise, once you ascend to godhood, you'll have nothing—no fame whatsoever. Who would follow you then?

"Wasn't the name you announced back then considered a miracle?"

Wojnarowski asked with some doubt, "If the goal is to increase his fame, then Jiang Shuzhou's infamy is now known to everyone from the Astral Plane to the Prime Plane."

"Of course not. After so much time has passed, I'm afraid some people have already forgotten me."

Jiang Shuzhou said it casually.

"So what do you want to do?"

You'll find out in a moment.

He still doesn't speak human language and acts as a riddle teller.

Woking gave Jiang Shuzhou a deep look, but didn't say anything.

She didn't have any followers here, and she felt that the other party wouldn't be so heartless as to attack her directly.

After all, she had signed a contract with Jiang Shuzhou, so she was considered one of his own. No matter how ruthless Jiang Shuzhou was, he couldn't kill even his own people, could he?

Um...maybe not.

Looking at Jiang Shuzhou's inscrutable expression, Woking hesitated.

This guy dares to even touch the abyss, and now he's a madman who plans to take his place. What if he suddenly loses his mind and she actually kills him?

With this in mind, Wojnarowski began to think about whether he could find a way to escape.

In the end, she sadly came to a conclusion.

That means no. You can run away, but you can't hide. Jiang Shuzhou has already revealed her location in the Divine Kingdom, and she even brought it up herself.

Of course, the goal is to deepen mutual trust.

"Don't worry, it has nothing to do with you."

Jiang Shuzhou glanced at Woking, who looked somewhat anxious, and reassured him.

"Look at this place, it's located in a fortress, and there are so many people gathered here today, including a large number of worshippers. What do you think would be a suitable place to do this?"

Jiang Shuzhou explained patiently.

Upon hearing this, Wojnarowski finally understood.

"You want to kill them all?"

"Don't put it so harshly. It's not about killing everyone, but about giving them a chance, a chance to be reborn."

Jiang Shuzhou said with a smile.

"You know, right? My specialty is flesh and blood techniques."

Now Wojnarowski understood.

"It seems you're ready."

She spoke, but also seemed somewhat powerless.

This is a bit too fast.

Wojn had initially thought that Jiang Shuzhou wouldn't clash with too many gods, at least not for the time being.

Unexpectedly, not long after, Jiang Shuzhou was already preparing to cause trouble.

And you can tell at a glance that it's a big job.

"That's one of the reasons I came here: first, to see old friends, and second, to teach those cowards a lesson."

"..."

You're the one who's more shameless.

Wojnarowski sighed; the day had finally come.

"Don't be so sad. Come on, let me show you what a miracle is. Watch carefully and learn carefully."

At this moment, Joan of Arc remained on horseback, slowly proceeding amidst the welcoming throngs of countless believers, completely unaware of what was to come.

Amid cheers, Joan of Arc looked at Griffith beside her.

"Sometimes, the fervor of believers can be quite a headache, can't it?"

Griffith, who was standing nearby, sensed something and smiled as he spoke to Joan of Arc.

"I don't want them to be like that; being too fanatical or even losing their minds will ultimately harm them."

Joan of Arc said.

If anyone else had heard these words, they would probably have immediately denounced the person who said them as a heretic. However, it was the Pope who said them.

"Of course, you are the bridge between God and man, and also our Lord's spokesperson on earth. You can fully agree with my active beliefs, but they cannot."

Griffiths said.

"They are merely mortals, and their minds are not at the same level as yours, so this is all they can do."

Joan of Arc paused for a moment in response to Griffith's words, then sighed.

"Perhaps you are right."

She was indeed being too harsh on ordinary people.

Joan of Arc sighed as she looked at the fanatical believers on both sides of her.

It's time to go to the city lord's mansion and meet the city lord of this place.

However, before she could go very far, a sudden change occurred.

Suddenly, everything around them was shrouded in darkness, and then an incomparably vast and boundless will descended upon them.

"What is that...?"

Joan of Arc felt only a warning from her instincts.

Don't look!

Hello everyone.

A voice rang out, a voice that sounded very familiar.

What is it?

Joan of Arc didn't dare to look; her instincts were telling her to be careful.

Don't look, don't listen, don't think.

"The gods are corrupt; they are weak, incompetent, and selfish."

"But I am different from them. I will grant you a great evolution. However, due to your beliefs, I will not be responsible for the consequences of the evolution."

Then, all fell silent.

It seems that nothing happened.

Is everything alright now?

Thinking this, Joan of Arc drew her sword and prepared to investigate immediately.

She knew the voice all too well, yet she couldn't recall it; it was as if some force was stopping her.

However, when she looked around again, she found that everything around her had changed.

Countless crimson flesh and blood covered the sacred city, and the fanatical believers around it turned into terrifying monsters, while others were ethereal figures, as if they did not live in the real world.

This place, once a sacred place of faith, was transformed in an instant into a living hell.

Without a doubt, the city of Saint-Ilan has completely fallen.

The fall was so swift that even the divine barrier, which was supposed to withstand legendary spells, couldn't mount a resistance.

Why is that?

Before Joan of Arc could think further, Griffith's voice reached her ears.

"Your Majesty! Forget all that nonsense! Those guys have mutated!"