A mage's journey begins with a battle mage.

Chapter 662 Shamelessness Makes One Invincible

With the cartload of humanoid contaminants, Joan of Arc left Saint-Ilan, heading towards the church capital.

Of course, Joan of Arc was still rational. Although there was no actual evidence, Joan of Arc would never let these people out. After all, she had never heard of a situation where information alone could give her a headache.

Joan of Arc dared not allow these people to move around freely until she had figured it out.

Therefore, Joan of Arc placed these survivors under house arrest, and no one was allowed to approach them without her permission.

They even take a headcount every day, afraid of letting anyone escape.

However, for Jiang Shuzhou, all of this was in vain.

Nighttime is the best time to run away.

Outside the dark tents, soldiers patrolled the area.

A glimmer of fire appeared in the distance.

"Who is it?"

"I asked the patrolling soldier."

"It is I who have been ordered to count the number of survivors."

Griffith flashed his impeccable smile, then handed Joan of Arc's military token to the soldier as he spoke.

Behind him stood dozens of paladins, each one like an iron tower, radiating a cold aura.

"I'm sorry, sir, I didn't recognize you!"

The soldier quickly saluted Griffith and then opened the isolation door for him without hesitation.

"It's okay, following the rules is a good thing."

With a smile, Griffith walked straight over.

Then, the soldier's head flew off instantly.

Then, not far away, the dummy that had been prepared in advance instantly completed the replacement.

As for the other party's corpse, it instantly turned into a puddle of water, which seeped directly into the soil.

This soldier is a second-tier superhuman, but his position is good and he's worth replacing.

Furthermore, even Griffiths could have been discovered if the other party hadn't personally opened the door.

Soon, Griffiths and the paladins behind him arrived directly at the barracks where Jiang Shuzhou was located.

"Great Creator, you have been waiting."

Immediately afterwards, he opened the barracks door, knelt on one knee, and said...

"this……"

Wojnarowski's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

She had been wondering how Jiang Shuzhou would leave. She had thought he would be straightforward and leave easily, relying on his own abilities.

Unexpectedly, the other party had someone deliver it directly, and this person was none other than Joan of Arc's most trusted right-hand man, Griffith.

This is so surreal that even if Jiang Shuzhou told him that Pope Joan of Arc was actually one of his people, Wojkin wouldn't be surprised.

Unfortunately, Joan of Arc was not one of Jiang Shuzhou's people.

Seeing this, Woking couldn't help but mourn for Joan of Arc.

There's no going back now that she's entangled with Jiang Shuzhou. Even the person she trusts most is on Jiang Shuzhou's side. Although they theoretically don't meet often, Jiang Shuzhou has already marked Jeanne d'Arc with his mark.

It can only be said that meeting Jiang Shuzhou was the biggest mistake of Joan of Arc's life.

Of course, it might also be her greatest correct decision. After all, if Jiang Shuzhou hadn't pulled Joan of Arc back and made her a bit more extreme, Joan of Arc might still be that little priest in some obscure corner, probably just an insignificant figure among the countless dead in Saint-Ilan City.

It can only be said that Jiang Shuzhou made the other party successful.

The fact that the Pope, the god of justice, ascended to the throne because of Jiang Shuzhou, an enemy of the god, is a piece of gossip that anyone who finds out will call it an unofficial history.

But who would have thought that this was actually true?

"Next, you..."

Jiang Shuzhou held a private meeting with Griffith and the others, communicating directly through mental energy, without any intention of letting Volkin hear anything, and directly kicked Volkin out of the group chat.

"That's settled then."

After talking for a while, Jiang Shuzhou nodded in satisfaction.

He discussed various matters with Griffith, including how to continue eroding the church and expanding their influence, as well as how to guide Joan of Arc to become more extreme.

The most important thing was to make Joan of Arc even more extreme.

There's no way around it; after all, Joan of Arc isn't as extreme anymore. On the contrary, she's become quite mild-mannered.

That won't do.

Jiang Shuzhou was still hoping that the other party would kill for the smallest thing, becoming a more ruthless order-seeker than the devil, capable of doing anything for the sake of order.

When the time comes, she will be abandoned by everyone and all alone, even the gods she worships will choose to forsake her.

At this moment, Jiang Shuzhou descended like a god, extending an olive branch directly. Wasn't that a sure way to win them over?

This is also an option.

Of course, Jiang Shuzhou always takes a multi-pronged approach and never puts all his eggs in one basket.

As for how extreme Joan of Arc will become in the end, and whether Jiang Shuzhou can handle it?

Jiang Shuzhou wouldn't even look at someone who isn't extreme!

That's exactly what's needed. This kind of extreme approach, this kind of extreme approach, is what allows for the most ruthless application of power. Jiang Shuzhou has experienced this firsthand when he was experimenting in his own world.

After all, an all-around person doesn't need to develop any particular ability; since they have no weaknesses, they don't need to compensate for them in other ways.

As for the potential personnel losses caused by the other party?

Jiang Shuzhou has killed countless people. He can easily slaughter an entire city in his disguise. Doesn't Jiang Shuzhou feel anything at all?

Just as a person doesn't remember how many grains of rice they've eaten, Jiang Shuzhou doesn't remember how many people he's killed for various reasons.

It's probably much more than the amount of rice he eats.

"Alright, let's go."

Jiang Shuzhou took a step and walked out of the restricted camp area in a very open and generous manner.

No one stopped them along the way; Griffith had already taken care of everything.

Finally, surrounded by Griffiths and others, Jiang Shuzhou, like an old leader who had finished inspecting work, casually conjured up a horse and a carriage and left.

It didn't cause the slightest ripple.

Without Jiang Shuzhou's permission, Joan of Arc couldn't even remember that Jiang Shuzhou existed.

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The Pantheon.

The pillars are still tall and magnificent, the seats are still the same, and the gods are still the same.

"Damn it, how could that guy be so shameless!"

"A god, a legendary figure of similar rank to a sun-level being, attacks mortals and tries to break through to a city where the highest level of advancement is only a seasoned legendary figure! Does this person have any shame?!"

One of the gods' lips twitched, clearly unable to hold back.

Undoubtedly, the instantaneous fall of Saint Ilan City caused even these gods to lose their composure.

Jiang Shuzhou is far too free; basically, he can do whatever he wants.

This includes directly destroying a fortified city.

After all, if the other side can do this once, they can only do it a second time. In the long run, what's the point of them building these fortresses and cities?

Are we just going to be used as a target for the other side?

You know what, it might actually be true.