A mage's journey begins with a battle mage.

Chapter 657 Fanatical Faith

Accompanied by sacred and solemn music, a large procession slowly entered the city.

"Praise be to the great God of Justice! It is your mercy that has saved us from the wrath of evil sorcerers, and it is your bravery that has brought us peace."

Prayers rang out, and fervent believers loudly praised God's great achievements.

Jiang Shuzhou, dressed in a white robe, mingled among the crowd.

To be honest, Jiang Shuzhou had never seen such a crazy crowd before.

In his own world, although Jiang Shuzhou is revered as a god and a unique and great being, in reality, almost no one truly believes in Jiang Shuzhou as sincerely as these people do.

After all, for those who embark on this path, Jiang Shuzhou is more like a company boss, paying them salaries, empowering them, setting performance evaluations, and randomly firing those who are unqualified.

They felt only fear and awe towards Jiang Shuzhou, not fanatical faith.

Even if some people are indeed very fanatical, what they are doing is simply trying to use Jiang Shuzhou to gain more things in order to achieve their own goals.

Of course, Jiang Shuzhou never demanded that these people believe in him. To him, these people were merely test subjects. By using them, Jiang Shuzhou was able to experiment with many new technologies.

Take memes and antimemes, for example. These concepts were deduced by Jiang Shuzhou after repeated experiments in Wodeland.

As a result, tens of millions of people in Wardland have died directly or indirectly from various meme infections.

All those who received the contaminated information died.

Amidst thunderous cheers, Joan of Arc finally arrived.

The long convoy slowly drove by.

All eyes were drawn to the most luxurious carriage in the center.

The carriage was inlaid with countless sparkling jewels, and its platinum body made it appear understated yet luxurious, like a fine work of art.

The gems on it are all enormous and imbued with magic.

Each of these gems could be considered a high-level magical material, and there was even a huge diamond on the carriage that shimmered with incredibly intense magical light.

If you were to remove just one of these, it would be enough for a high-level professional to live a life of luxury.

However, no one dared to pry it off. Not only were ordinary people unable to pry off the gems, but even if they did manage to pry them off, they would be lucky if they weren't torn to pieces by the angry believers.

This is a case of having the life to receive it, but not the life to spend it.

As soon as the vehicle appeared, the believers on both sides of the street immediately raised their hands, their expressions excited and frenzied.

They were so enthusiastic, as if they had seen their own pigeons.

However, to the disappointment of these people, the carriage went all the way to the very end, but Joan of Arc never once lifted the curtain to look at them, not even once.

"Perhaps it is because our piety is not high enough that His Holiness the Pope is unwilling to see us."

Some believers said this.

Immediately afterwards, the believers began their own performance.

Some people loudly praised God's achievements, while others knelt down and kowtowed.

Even when they were bleeding from head wounds, they never stopped.

It must be said that faith can drive people mad.

However, even with such a performance, Joan of Arc inside the carriage still couldn't catch a glimpse of her.

Although people were confused and enthusiastic, things had come to this point, and since His Holiness the Pope hadn't even glanced at them, he must have his own ideas.

However, perhaps these people never realized until the very end that there was actually no one inside the Pope's carriage.

Surprisingly, the luxurious carriage that could be described as a palace on horseback was completely empty.

"Tap tap tap".

With the sound of hooves, a cavalry unit composed of paladins announced their arrival to everyone.

At the very front of this paladin procession, Joan of Arc rode slowly on her white angel horse.

"Look! It's His Holiness the Pope!"

"It's the Pope!"

"Your Majesty the Pope!"

The moment people saw Joan of Arc, the entire street erupted in cheers.

The faces of these believers were filled with fanaticism.

After all, the pope is the representative of God on earth, and the appearance of the pope is God's affirmation of them.

An unimaginable frenzy descended.

People's joys and sorrows are not the same, and Jiang Shuzhou only felt that it was noisy.

"That's the power of faith—it's terrifying, and it's really noisy."

Jiang Shuzhou muttered to himself.

What Joan of Arc saw on horseback was not fanaticism, but the affirmation of her by individuals.

However, one gaze in particular left a lasting impression on Joan of Arc.

It was a very calm gaze, devoid of fanaticism, only filled with a sense of entitlement.

This person... is a bit too arrogant.

Joan of Arc was about to ask someone nearby to investigate when she suddenly felt as if she had forgotten something.

What was she about to do?

Joan of Arc was somewhat puzzled.

"Maybe I'm overthinking it."

Joan of Arc muttered to herself.

At this moment, she had completely forgotten Jiang Shuzhou's face and those cold eyes.