A mage's journey begins with a battle mage.

Chapter 437 Grace's Battle

"Fine, I don't think you're a very patient person. In that case, let's talk while we fight."

With a gentle wave, the playwright immediately calmed Grace's attack, the power of order suppressing chaos.

"You say I hurt your master? I'd like to ask you, when did I hurt him?"

With an elegant turn, the playwright dodged the blade aimed at him.

"My master is dying because of you, and he's even coughing up blood. Isn't that your fault?!"

Grace retorted as her attack was dodged, and then several wind blades imbued with chaotic power hurtled toward the playwright.

"That's not because of me, quite the opposite, it's because of you!"

"If you hadn't been so weak, resulting in you being severely injured by the World Tree, would he have needed to borrow my power?"

With a flick of his quill pen, the playwright responded that an invisible force had dispelled the magic.

"Every gift of fate comes with a price tag, and this applies to everyone, including me."

After speaking, the playwright, like a conductor, raised his hand, and immediately rousing music began to play. At the same time, dozens of puppets, as if controlled by silk threads, appeared.

"The cutscene is over. Now for the real battle."

Brush brush.

The doll brandished its sword and charged at Grace.

"I've come to wish you well!"

At this moment, Jiang Shuzhou stopped watching the show and rushed directly towards the puppets, engaging in a fierce battle with dozens of them.

If he could, Jiang Shuzhou really didn't want to fight himself, mainly because it would be easy to create openings in his defenses.

"Master, please be careful and don't overexert yourself."

Grace originally wanted to say that she could handle it and that Jiang Shuzhou shouldn't worry about her, since Jiang Shuzhou had been vomiting blood and looked sickly, and Grace was afraid that something might go wrong.

But in the end, Grace didn't say it, mainly because she knew her master's temper; the more she said it, the more he would do it.

"Still worried about him? You should worry about yourself!"

Manipulating the puppet, Jiang Shuzhou distanced himself from Grace's sight and began acting, pretending to be locked in a fierce battle, while actually slacking off like crazy.

Now, Jiang Shuzhou can finally focus his main energy on being a playwright.

"You will be riddled with blades."

A quill pen writes words in the air, leaving a golden trace; this is the playwright's ability—words become law.

Immediately afterwards, a rain of swords began to fall from the sky.

Countless sharp blades fell like a torrential rain. These blades were not ordinary; they were formed from the laws of order, and their destructive power was astonishing.

Faced with so many and dense sensations, Grace's expression turned serious. She then erected a protective shield and looked at Jiang Shuzhou, who was fighting the puppet, with a worried gaze. Only after realizing that he was not within the attack range did she breathe a slight sigh of relief.

"That's it? You think you can kill me with something like this!"

With a wave of her staff, Grace summoned countless twisted behemoths, the sky was covered by gray clouds, and then it began to rain.

The rain contained countless chaotic forces that could distort cognition and suppress the playwright's power.

At this moment, the once magnificent theater has become somewhat dilapidated.

"Go! Bite him to death!"

Grace pointed, and countless twisted behemoths rushed toward the playwright.

The playwright made no move in response, as if he had given up.

"People always need an authority figure to obey, so why can't that authority figure be me?"

"Your master's illness is not because of me; it's just that he's too weak to withstand the infusion of my power."

The playwright smiled in a somewhat wicked way.

"Although it is true that I like him very much, so I gave him almost all my energy and let him do as he pleases, after all, he is a playwright."

We'll still just tell the truth directly.

"So grand and dignified!"

Grace didn't believe a word the playwright said. What did he mean by liking him?

You call it liking him when he physically breaks down?

The only person this kind of person truly likes is themselves.

The giant beast vanished into nothingness the moment it approached the playwright, leaving nothing behind.

Seeing this, Grace was not annoyed. Using the power of her staff, her aura rose steadily, almost catching up with the playwright.

Theoretically speaking, it would be impossible for her to borrow so much power from the staff at the heart of the World Tree.

But the principles are in Jiang Shuzhou's hands, and whatever he says goes.

Therefore, Grace directly acquired legendary combat power.

"Go to hell!"

After saying that, Grace unleashed a spell while launching a fierce close-range attack on the playwright.

The occasional sword strikes, combined with the dense torrent of spells surrounding them, had a certain effect.

At least the playwright was somewhat flustered at this point.

It must be said that Grace's combat ability is not bad; it's possible that the part of Freud's memories has been awakened.

"You're that eager to save your master?"

The quill in his hand transforms into a scythe that reaps lives; the playwright, dressed in a yellow robe and wielding the scythe, appears like the Grim Reaper.

He simply swung his scythe to parry the attacks.

"Of course, he is my mentor, my teacher, my family, and the person I love!"

Grace glanced discreetly at Jiang Shuzhou paddling in the distance and said this.

"Tsk, what a misfortune for our sect."

The playwright said something in his novel.

"What did you say?!"

Grace immediately flew into a rage.

She didn't care how the playwright criticized her, but no matter what, she couldn't say those words.

The reason is simple: these are the words Grace fears most.

She kept thinking, what if her master doesn't accept this feeling? What if he wants to abandon her?

What will she do then?

As she pondered, Grace's attack speed suddenly accelerated, and in that fierce attack, the anger caused by fear was vented in this form.

"You love your master, does he know about this?"

"..."

That's a real shame.

I didn't know before, but I do now.

"When did you fall in love? Was it love at first sight or did it develop over time?"

"..."

Silence remained.

"Can you even say something?"

Jiang Shuzhou was very anxious. This kid was truly invincible. He said such things but refused to admit them, and was just pretending to be aloof.

"You're going to die!"

The playwright was met with an even fiercer attack.

In response, the playwright naturally began to hold back, pretending that he wasn't very good at fighting and started making mistakes and getting injured.

"If you're willing to leave, then no one will get hurt."

Amidst this furious onslaught, the playwright remarked.

"Impossible! I won't let you hurt Master."

"It seems there's bound to be a death today."

The playwright shook his head, then continued to shroud himself in his wide yellow robes and fight Grace.

According to the script, He might be going offline.