A mage's journey begins with a battle mage.

Chapter 125 The Shadow of Mahabray

While the forces of the Alliance of Saints were locked in fierce fighting, the forces of the Alliance of Mages were resting in the distance.

At this moment, Jiang Shuzhou was using the Mage's Eye to observe the battle in the distance.

"Hit her!"

"Wait, why are you running into the holy light?"

"Three against one and you still got killed? Do you even know how to play?"

Joan of Arc was seen fighting three demons, yet she was not at a disadvantage at all. She unleashed her divine magic and slammed her hammer down fiercely.

Then one of the demons fell and turned into pus.

"unlucky!"

"I want to see rivers of blood!"

Subsequently, the Imperial Army, which had just finished fighting, joined forces with the Allied Forces of the Saints and together defeated the remaining demons.

Seeing this, Jiang Shuzhou could not simply ignore it.

"Clean up the battlefield!"

Anyway, providing support is out of the question; he would never support the Alliance of Saints in his lifetime.

After the order was given, the soldiers put on masks that could filter odors, took out collectors to collect liquids, and began to clean up the battlefield.

Large quantities of abyssal pus were collected and bottled, some of which were to be transported to the rear as raw materials for the life-saving potion.

The other part was intercepted by Jiang Shuzhou.

After all, Jiang Shuzhou hadn't forgotten that he wasn't here to eliminate demons; that was just a title.

He is going to create a tree of flesh and blood.

The battle ended quickly.

"What are you doing!"

Joan of Arc was furious when she saw the soldiers of the Mage Alliance collecting pus.

"We are collecting and packaging contaminants to prevent further contamination of the abyss."

Jiang Shuzhou didn't say anything about how this was to collect raw materials, since the Storm Sea was where the Life-Burning Potion was consumed the most.

Right now, the players there are self-destructing against the All Saints Alliance's army.

"Ah, that's for the best."

Fortunately, Joan of Arc was not the kind of dogmatic fool who insisted on getting to the bottom of things.

This might be why she was sent.

"Gentlemen, time is of the essence. We must reach the fortress as quickly as possible and ensure that the royal family suffers no harm!"

General Brutus was extremely anxious; the fortress was still some distance away.

If you can encounter large-scale demon hordes here, what about the mountain fortress?

He couldn't even think about it.

"Rest assured, I will never abandon my allies!"

Joan of Arc's words were pointed.

Who are your allies?

"That's certainly possible, but the soldiers have just finished fighting and are exhausted. They need to rest before they can continue."

Compared to Joan of Arc, Jiang Shuzhou clearly wanted to rest for a while before heading to the mountain fortress.

"Of course, if someone can offer some encouragement and boost morale, then there's no need for rest."

The meaning is clear: you have to pay more.

"good!"

Brutus readily agreed, but was inwardly extremely frustrated.

Is this person really not a goblin? How can they be so greedy?

"In that case, let's hurry and try to reach the fort before sunset!"

Seeing that Brutus had agreed so readily and kept his word, Jiang Shuzhou immediately ordered the army to set off.

The Mage Alliance had no objections whatsoever; their faces were full of smiles, and their hearts were brimming with passion.

That was achieved by throwing money at it.

On the other hand, the Alliance of Saints was filled with sighs and lamentations. Fortunately, there was a supervisory team, otherwise Jiang Shuzhou seriously suspected that these troops might mutinied.

"Your Excellency, what about our pay?"

"Your Excellency, we need to rest!"

"Your Excellency, Pastor..."

Upon hearing this, Joan of Arc could only sigh and offer gentle words of advice.

"Gentlemen, please wait a little longer. We can rest once we reach the fortress."

Jiang Shuzhou shook his head at these words.

Once we reach the mountain fortress, who knows how many people will die.

If someone is dead, does they still need to rest?

However, the thought that these people believed in gods made Jiang Shuzhou feel at ease.

Perhaps death is a blessing to them.

After all, being able to go to the realm of the gods after death, even if their souls are enslaved forever, is worthwhile for them.

Even with a forced march, the allied forces still failed to reach the fort before sunset.

The occupied zone was even more eerie and terrifying at night than during the day, with pitch blackness all around.

"bump."

One flare after another was launched into the sky; Jiang Shuzhou did not intend to have his troops travel in the pitch-black night.

The erosion of the abyss is everywhere, and any fear will accelerate the erosion, thus causing mutations.

When Jiang Shuzhou finished the previous battle, he ordered the logistics department to provide each soldier with water containing sedatives.

If you feel something is wrong, take a bite; this can greatly reduce the probability of soldiers mutating.

Now, flares are constantly being fired, using light to dispel the surrounding darkness.

As for whether it will attract demonic attacks?

Yes, it will, but actually there's no difference.

Because demons have night vision, they will attack whenever they want, whether it's day or night.

Instead of timidly adding unnecessary pressure to the soldiers, it's better to openly fire flares; at worst, it's just a battle.

And so, another flare went up into the sky, illuminating the surroundings once more.

"My lord, something has happened."

"What is it now?"

At this moment, Jiang Shuzhou was watching videos, something he hadn't done in a long time. After all, it was a built-in feature of the game system, so why not make the most of it?

"Someone in the Imperial forces has mutated."

"That's normal. A bunch of pampered soldiers who insist on showing off. Marching at night without lights, they deserved to get into trouble."

"Then we..."

"Set up camp where you are, send some people to assist, and the rest of you should take a break."

Unless they are superhuman, everyone needs to rest. This is a good opportunity to rest for a while and restore the soldiers' energy.

After all, there may be a tough battle ahead.

It is known that the occupied territories are teeming with demons.

So here's the question: why haven't we encountered large groups of demons during this period, apart from being harassed by small groups of demons?

The answer is that the rest of the demons are in the mountain fortress.

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"Brother! What are you doing!"

Prince Varian's body grew strong and robust; he was no longer the frail and weak man he once was.

His eyes turned golden, the color of a king.

"Sister, I understand!"

"What?"

"I understand why Father sent us here!"

"He's testing us!"

"Once we ascend to legendary status, we can successfully succeed as emperors of the empire!"

A fervent smile spread across Prince Varian's usually gentle face.

"Sacrifice everyone in the mountain fortress to the abyss, and receive its blessings. Then..."

"Then I will be able to inherit the throne!"

Prince Varian's voice grew increasingly frantic; his words lost all logic, and he became mad and chaotic.

"Come, embrace the new era, embrace the abyss!"

Varian's body began to change drastically again. His body became bloated, and he gained several more hands. He pulled a bone scepter from his body.

"boom!"

He smashed open the wall with his scepter and walked toward the city gate.

"Quickly, go find Lord Legard!"