A mage's journey begins with a battle mage.

Chapter 126 The Shadow of Mahabray

"Report the damage!"

General Brutus's face was ashen, and his tone was anxious.

This mutation among the soldiers dealt a severe blow to the morale and combat effectiveness of the Imperial Army.

"Report: A total of 2121 people have mutated, including 38 Tier 1 individuals, mostly from the local noble alliance."

"Our side suffered 5888 casualties."

Why did this mutation occur?

"Didn't I tell them to keep the lights on and seek medical help if they sensed anything was wrong?"

"My lord, some nobles are afraid that this will expose their location and make them vulnerable to demon attacks, so..."

"Damn it, the devil has night vision!!!"

For once, Brutus broke down, completely disregarding his image, and began to unleash a torrent of insults.

At this moment, Brutus deeply felt what despair truly meant.

"General?"

Brutus didn't stop until ten minutes later.

"Go and appease the nobles, get them to implement the necessary measures, and stop marching in the dark!"

There's no way around it; life is life, and work is work.

Even after venting his frustrations, Brutus still perfectly fulfilled his duties as a general.

"yes!"

The adjutant left.

"Sigh, I shouldn't have come here."

Brutus regretted it. He had thought the biggest enemy here was the demon, but it turned out to be one of his own.

Regardless, after a period of chaos, the Allied forces continued their advance through the bleak occupied territory.

By now, the mountain fortress could be seen in the distance.

However, while others couldn't see clearly, Jiang Shuzhou was different; he possessed the eyes of a mage.

"Huh? Is this a bonfire party?"

Looking at the fortress engulfed in flames, Jiang Shuzhou couldn't help but sigh.

"What kind of bonfire party?"

Brutus was in the same room as Jiang Shuzhou and Joan of Arc, all looking at the castle from a distance.

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However, they were using binoculars, while Jiang Shuzhou was using magic.

"Come on, look! I even see someone warming themselves by a fire!"

Using projection magic, Jiang Shuzhou projected the images he saw through the Mage's Eye.

"That's like roasting a person!!!"

"I will never tolerate evil deeds!"

Upon seeing the image projected by Jiang Shuzhou, Joan of Arc didn't hesitate. She picked up her hammer and rushed out of the room, galloping straight towards the mountain fortress.

Seeing that she had been subjected to a lot of sarcastic remarks from Jiang Shuzhou during this time, she desperately needed an outlet to vent her frustrations.

"Oh my, this young man."

Looking at the impulsive Joan of Arc, Jiang Shuzhou sighed and then said to Brutus.

"Don't worry, it's not a big problem. I see there's still another unit fighting, so the mountain fort shouldn't have completely fallen."

Brutus nodded, then took his leave to prepare his army for battle and to rescue the royal heirs.

"Tsk tsk tsk, what a pity, I was hoping to show you who the host of this banquet is."

Looking at the enormous figure in the mountain fortress, Jiang Shuzhou grinned crookedly.

You little brat, even if I don't kill you this time, I'll make you bleed!

Serves you right for not listening to your elders.

The mage's eye clearly saw the face of the enormous figure; it was none other than Prince Varian.

Clearly, this prince, who was treated like a nobody and kicked into the hands of the Mahabé authorities, ultimately could not resist his inner desires.

He has been corrupted and mutated by the abyss.

However, a prince is a prince. While others who undergo mutations become lowly minions, he at least becomes a minor boss.

"Hays, notify the entire army to proceed immediately to the mountain fort and make every effort to rescue the local civilians!"

"Of course, there's also the local warehouse; we absolutely mustn't let it catch fire or be captured by the enemy."

"clear."

The tough nuts to crack are meant to be gnawed on by others, especially since this is an internal affair of the empire, and Jiang Shuzhou shouldn't interfere.

After all, the prince has fallen and mutated. He is still a prince. Legally speaking, if Jiang Shuzhou attacks him, it would be a provocation against the empire.

Of course, no one would investigate this situation, but Jiang Shuzhou isn't stupid; this is an internal scandal.

Moreover, this prince doesn't look like someone to be trifled with.

What Brutus gave him wasn't enough to make him fight desperately.

Only a fool like Joan of Arc would be so foolish as to rush in.

As I said before, if the empire isn't in a hurry, why are you?

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"Lord of Legard Castle!"

Outside Legard's command room, Rosemary knocked urgently and called out.

However, it was completely silent inside, and no one responded.

"The Lord of Legard Castle?"

Rosemary sensed something was wrong. Legard usually held various meetings and made military deployments inside, so why wasn't he responding now?

Rosemary didn't open the door; instead, she quietly backed away.

The situation at the mountain fortress took a sharp turn for the worse, changing so quickly that it seemed as if an invisible hand was controlling everything.

"Your Highness, where are you going?"

Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and a man covered in blood walked out.

"It's you! Why did you betray my brother?!"

Rosemary recognized the person in front of her.

Pete, her brother Varian's close attendant and the person he valued most.

"Where is the betrayal? I've never been loyal to him, and besides, didn't he achieve his goal?"

Pete grinned maliciously as he slowly approached Rosemary.

"What about Legard? What did you do to him?"

"He's dead, but don't worry, you'll be joining him soon."

"Can you tell me why this is?"

"Heh, you don't need to know too much."

"Wasn't it you who suggested going to the castle to your brother?"

"Not bad, really..."

Before she could finish speaking, a cold glint suddenly flashed in Rosemary's hand.

"Pfft."

The dagger plunged into Pete's heart, and then Rosemary spun the dagger, completely shredding Pete's heart.

Rosemary drew her dagger and severed Pete's head. The superhuman's vitality was so strong that just crushing his heart wasn't enough.

The only option now is to gather the defeated soldiers inside the fortress and then break through the encirclement.

It seems unlikely that reinforcements will arrive soon.

After all, as a close attendant, intercepting messengers was naturally a simple matter for Pete.

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When the Mage Alliance forces entered the mountain fortress, Joan of Arc and Brutus were engaged in a fierce battle with Prince Varian.

"General Brutus, rest assured! I will go to rescue the princess and I will make sure she is not harmed!"

Doesn't this seem a bit off?

However, Brutus had no time to think, as the enormous scepter came crashing down on him again.

"Go quickly, you must protect them!"

Brutus dodged the attack.

"Remember, do everything you can to prevent harm to the royal family!"

Brutus delivered a powerful elbow strike, knocking the monster to the ground. Joan of Arc and Brutus then joined forces to relentlessly attack the enormous monster.

You yourself are contradicting what you've said.

Varian had become even more twisted and insane. Before, his face was still visible, but now it was covered by scarlet muscles.

Even if it were his own father, he would probably only curse him as a despicable blasphemer.

"rest assured."

Jiang Shuzhou nodded, said he understood, and then headed towards the north corner of the city.