A mage's journey begins with a battle mage.

Chapter 482 Bloody Feast

Blood spilled across the land, and the ocean turned to scorched earth.

The sun shines brightly in the sky, and lava surges from the earth.

Gale-force winds and torrential rains have blanketed the land in ice.

The relentless heat scorched the Storm Sea, and the weather was unpredictable and erratic—the aftermath of the legends' battles.

Of course, it's not just high temperatures, but also disasters such as tsunamis, storms, earthquakes, ice storms, and displaced spaces.

These are the scars left by the legends fighting each other.

Fortunately, because the power was concentrated on one point to cause the greatest damage, these disasters were not serious; they only meant that there were no living people within a radius of a thousand miles, so it wasn't a big problem.

After all, in the prime plane, mortals are like leeks; once you cut one crop, another grows back.

Furthermore, although the battle on Jiang Shuzhou's side was very intense, at least within the Mage Alliance, only a slight tremor could be felt, which was perfectly normal.

"Good, good killing!"

"Quick, quick, stab him! What are you doing?"

"Seriously, even my grandma could have dodged that!"

Still enveloped in boundless silver flames, Jiang Shuzhou relied on his mental power to scan and watch the legendary figures fighting each other outside, becoming a bloodthirsty spectator.

As he watched, Jiang Shuzhou couldn't help but feel a bit bored.

These guys have been fighting all this time, and not many have died.

How boring.

Jiang Shuzhou thought this way, but soon his spirits lifted.

An old friend has come.

After patting Chahara to signal her to hide for the time being, Jiang Shuzhou straightened the white robe he was wearing.

"I knew it, you were definitely watching from the shadows here."

Joan of Arc used her sharp blade to cut through the raging flames and burst into the audience seats that Jiang Shuzhou had prepared for her.

"Seriously, what are you doing here?"

Despite this, Jiang Shuzhou was not surprised at all. He knew that Joan of Arc would not give up on the idea of ​​purifying him.

"If you swear that you will never hurt anyone again and that you will uphold justice, I will let you go."

I don't think so.

"Is that so..."

Joan of Arc smiled with relief.

She had always known that Jiang Shuzhou was that kind of person; he would never compromise.

"Since that's the case, then don't blame me!"

Joan of Arc shouted and then charged straight at Jiang Shuzhou.

The holy light emanating from her was incredibly bright.

"Let me see how many evils you've committed!"

Joan of Arc did not use any mind-controlling magic because she knew that such magic would be completely useless against Jiang Shuzhou, and he would not feel any remorse.

A detection spell struck, impossible to dodge.

Of course, Jiang Shuzhou didn't need to hide.

What followed was Joan of Arc's execution.

This is a combat technique specifically designed to deal with the evil faction; the more evil the opponent, the greater the damage received.

Jiang Shuzhou naturally dared not take this kind of combat technique head-on.

After all, although Jiang Shuzhou felt that he had only eliminated some people with different stances, he could not be considered evil at all.

But there's nothing he can do; that's how the rules are set out. Until Jiang Shuzhou can change those rules, he remains in the evil camp.

Of course, once Jiang Shuzhou is able to change the rules, he will definitely put himself in the position of order and goodness.

The divine spell struck Jiang Shuzhou, but at first it had no effect whatsoever, as if it were useless.

"Xiao Zhen, even your divine magic isn't working? I think it's become impotent. I always tell you to practice more, but you never do. Look what's happened now!"

Joan of Arc showed no desire to reply to Jiang Shuzhou's words. As the one who cast the spell, she naturally knew what was going on.

It's not that it was useless, but rather that Jiang Shuzhou's crimes were too horrifying.

A few seconds later, Jiang Shuzhou was covered by a large amount of dark light, like an abyss.

"You executioner!"

"Not that many were killed."

Jiang Shuzhou waved his hand. "How many have the executioners killed?"

Jiang Shuzhou could kill more people in a single day than that.

"You're actually pretty proud of that, aren't you?!"

"So what?"

Seeing Jiang Shuzhou's behavior, which completely disregarded human life, Joan of Arc was furious.

"Supreme Saint Slash!"

I didn't win.

"Supreme Saint Slash!"

It was blocked.

"Supreme Saint Slash!"

They were forced back by the magic.

Joan of Arc remained silent, only relentlessly unleashing the Holy Slayer technique.

There's nothing we can do about it; this thing has special attack capabilities, specifically designed to counter people like Jiang Shuzhou.

"Although I've killed many people, on the bright side, aren't I easing their burden?"

"Besides, none of the people I killed had any objections, so what are you saying?"

"Let me tell you a secret: most of the people I've killed were either bad people or people of other races, and even more were neither good people nor people of other races."

Jiang Shuzhou laughed and joked without restraint, completely oblivious to Joan of Arc's anger.

"What do you take life for?!"

Joan of Arc roared and charged straight at him.

This time, her anger caused her to slip up.

It's now!

Chahara emerged from the shadows, his dagger aimed straight at Joan of Arc's heart.

"Pfft."

The dagger struck, but not the heart; it hit the lungs.

At the critical moment, Joan of Arc reacted quickly and narrowly dodged Chahara's fatal blow aimed at her heart.

"You are despicable!"

Jiang Shuzhou readily acknowledged Joan of Arc's praise.

"You're right, I'm just that despicable. I'm so corrupted, do you really think I'd be a good person?"

Without giving Joan of Arc any respite, Jiang Shuzhou made a light slash with his right hand.

A wind blade powerful enough to tear through space hurtled toward Joan of Arc's head.

If this blow had hit, Joan of Arc would have been dead without a doubt.

Unfortunately, some people were biased in their officiating.

"You cunning villain! Prepare to die!"

The scorching divine power transformed into sharp blades, attacking Jiang Shuzhou.

"That old bastard, he steps in himself when his subordinates can't win, he has absolutely no shame."

The visitor was none other than Tyr, the god of justice.

"My beloved, now that you are seriously injured, you need not be bound by dogma. Life is of utmost importance, and you should return."

Quite artistic.

"What are you babbling about? Even if you're the god of justice, you still have to take my knife!"

Silver flames surged around Jiang Shuzhou, and the sharp staff in his hand transformed into a Miao sword.

The Miao sword was covered in endless silver flames, and these flames, which could burn the soul, were a good boost to something like a divine incarnation.

"Knock knock knock knock!"

The sheer force of their sword fight alone was enough to cause the continent to drift.

Although Joan of Arc was unwilling, it was an order, so she had no choice but to obey.

At that moment, she didn't see that the chaotic and dreamlike power was quietly approaching Jiang Shuzhou.

"Remember, do what you're supposed to do: eradicate all decay!"

Tyr spoke in his booming voice.

"That's what I should do."

After saying this, Joan of Arc left.

Of course, this was intentional on Jiang Shuzhou's part. If Jiang Shuzhou wanted to, leaving one person behind would be a piece of cake.

Of course, there is another reason, which is that Tyr's expectation just now was actually left behind by Jiang Shuzhou.

After all, the gods don't care about that.

"Submit to me."

"What did you say, NM?"

Tyr was met with a joint attack from Jiang Shuzhou and Chahara.