I Made Up Forbidden Spells, and They Actually Worked?

"This…"

Seeing over a hundred strange creatures frozen in place, unable to move an inch, Alita Miller and the others all turned their gazes toward Dean Bruce, their eyes filled with admiration.

"Lord Dean, was it you again? Did you cast another spell?"

"What kind of magic is this? How can it control so many powerful monsters at once?"

Cries of amazement echoed continuously.

Dean Bruce shook his head and said in a deep voice, "I didn't cast any magic. They were frozen by someone else."

At this, everyone was stunned, their hearts filled with confusion. Who, other than Dean Bruce, could possibly possess such power?

Boom, rumble!

Just then, the mountains shook violently. Dean Bruce and his companions turned to see a brilliant light radiating from the shattered Moon Temple on a distant peak.

Buzz—

In that very moment, the strange creatures caught in the light began to shrink rapidly. Their sharp claws, tails, and even the purple markings on their skin disappeared.

Within just a few breaths, to the astonishment of Dean Bruce and the others, the monsters reverted back to human form. They collapsed to the ground, convulsing uncontrollably.

Swish—

A sound pierced the air as a beam of white light descended from the sky, landing right in front of them—it was none other than Ebner Mondo.

Ebner Mondo looked around, smiling as he spoke, "Good thing I didn't arrive too late—just in time before your fight."

"Everyone, these are my people. Now that they've returned to their true selves, I hope you'll spare them and give them a chance to live."

"..."

Hearing his words, the group glanced back at Ebner Mondo, their initial hostility fading.

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Who wouldn't appreciate a few kind words?

Originally, they were at a disadvantage, but with Ebner Mondo speaking so respectfully, how could they bring themselves to finish off his people?

Besides, their real enemies were the outsiders.

Ebner Mondo chuckled, "Thank you all for your understanding. I've now made contact with the Moon God and can temporarily borrow some of its power. In the upcoming battles, feel free to call on me whenever needed! As long as we can drive out those outsiders, I promise you a grand reward!"

Cluck, cluck, cluck…

Before Dean Bruce and the others could respond, mocking, disdainful laughter echoed suddenly, startling everyone.

They looked up toward the source of the sound, where a purple light flickered, revealing a figure cloaked in a pale blue magical robe.

"Hm?"

"That magic robe…"

Dean Bruce's brow furrowed deeply. No matter how he looked at it, the robe that figure wore seemed identical to the one André had gifted him!

Not only Dean Bruce, but everyone else was equally shocked, exclaiming, "That emblem… You're from the Nine Provinces Alliance?!"

Their surprise was understandable. After all, the Nine Provinces Alliance was an official organization, regarded as a symbol of righteousness in the minds of many believers. Learning that someone from such an organization was involved in this kind of affair within the ruins was nothing short of astounding.

"Indeed, I am from the Nine Provinces Alliance," the man confirmed, his voice growing colder. "I had initially planned to spare your lives, but it seems you are too stubborn, insisting on fighting your way here! Since you now know my identity, I cannot allow you to leave."

"A bunch of sorcerers who aren't even at the Magus level, daring to meddle with these ruins? Today, I, Boken Nadra, will send you all straight to hell!"

As soon as his words fell, Boken Nadra crossed his hands, rotating them as he began chanting. Immediately, a powerful surge of magic energy rippled through the air, causing Dean Bruce and the others to tense.

Crackle!

Crackle!

Lightning began to crackle around Boken Nadra, converging from all directions. The purple flashes of light surrounding him flickered continuously, making him appear like a god of thunder, exuding an overwhelming aura.

In that moment, several of the more faint-hearted members of the group were so terrified that their legs buckled. They fell to their knees, trembling uncontrollably, shouting in panic, "A… high-level spell!"

"If he can cast a high-level spell, he's at least Magus-level! And with such intense magic power… there's a chance… he might be a Grand Magus!"

At that instant, all eyes turned toward Dean Bruce. After all, he was the only one among them capable of casting high-level spells.

Though Alita Miller appeared mysterious, the magic she had displayed so far was no more than advanced magic.

And the difference between advanced magic and high-level spells was like the gap between heaven and earth!

"Thunder, unleash your unstoppable power! Transform into spears and pierce through all the enemies before me! Thunderstorm Javelin—strike!"

As Boken Nadra's incantation concluded, countless bolts of lightning coalesced into long spears that floated in neat formation behind him.

With a wave of his hand, the dozens of lightning spears shot forward like arrows released from a bow, hurtling toward Dean Bruce and his group at incredible speed.

Sensing the terrifying power tearing through the air, Dean Bruce took a deep breath and stepped forward, casting his own high-level spell: The Compassion of Heaven and Earth.

Buzz—

In an instant, the ground shook, and the earth split open. Countless rocks rose into the air, forming an earthen wall that separated Dean Bruce from Boken Nadra.

A moment later, the lightning spears collided violently with the wall, unleashing a tremendous explosion of power. The shockwave rippled out in all directions.

Even mighty sorcerers like Alita Miller, Horton Martin, and Carol Lane were caught in the gust, stumbling backward several paces under its force.

As for Lina Jones and the others, they were swept away by the powerful gusts of wind.

Fortunately, The Compassion of Heaven and Earth had been fully activated. As they landed, the earth emitted a gentle, nurturing aura, like a mother's warm hand soothing their bodies and healing their injuries.

"This… isn't this the same spell he cast before, but using plant power? How is it earth-based this time?!"

Feeling the familiar magical energy, Alita Miller's pupils constricted in shock as she stared at Dean Bruce. She couldn't believe he was able to cast the same spell using different elemental forces!

After all, in their world, the common understanding was that each element was distinct, and would give rise to different spells.

While Alita Miller was astonished, The Compassion of Heaven and Earth continued to grow in strength. With Dean Bruce continuously pouring more magic into it, the power of the spell became even more formidable.

The ground beneath Boken Nadra split open, and chunks of rock shot toward him.

However, Boken Nadra, with his high-level reflexes, quickly clasped his hands together. The lightning surrounding him exploded, blasting the rocks away.

Seeing this, the group collectively exhaled in relief, their tense hearts finally calming down.

At the very least, Dean Bruce could hold off Boken Nadra! With their assistance in distracting him, victory seemed within reach.

Moreover, Dean Bruce appeared calm, as if he wasn't even using his full strength.

"Interesting!" A look of surprise crossed Boken Nadra's face as he carefully sized up Dean Bruce. He murmured, "This is truly remarkable. From what I can sense, you're not even a Grand Magus, yet you can cast high-level spells and even counter my Thunderstorm Javelin! It's astounding!"

"My spell—there are few Grand Magi who would dare take it head-on!"

Hearing this, Dean Bruce understood just how powerful Boken Nadra was—a Magus-level sorcerer.

He couldn't help but acknowledge the vast differences in strength even among those at the same Magus level. The oppressive aura Boken Nadra exuded far surpassed that of Lennar.

"Silent, are you? You think so little of me?" Boken Nadra's eyes flashed with anger as he noticed Dean Bruce's composed expression. His voice grew cold and sinister. "Very well, if you dare look down on me, then let me show you my most powerful magic!"

"Thunderclap... Fierce Tiger!"

Boken Nadra clapped his hands together with force, and in an instant, all the lightning swirling around him converged, rapidly transforming into the form of a fierce tiger.

"Roar!"

The thunderous roar of the tiger intertwined with the crackling of lightning, creating a deafening sonic wave that left everyone on the battlefield covering their ears in pain.

At the same time, the lightning-formed tiger leapt forward, spewing bolts of thunder toward Dean Bruce, Alita Miller, and the others.

"Ah!"

Cries of panic erupted as the group, locked in the tiger's electric gaze, was paralyzed with fear. Before they could react, a surge of earth rose from the ground, swiftly forming a barrier of soil that shielded them, blocking the thunderous assault.

Boom, boom, boom!

The sound of lightning crashing against the earthen walls echoed continuously, each blast sending shockwaves through the area. Boken Nadra's expression grew increasingly grim, his brows furrowing deeply.

He glanced back at Dean Bruce, who still stood motionless, hands clasped behind his back, with not even a flicker of emotion crossing his face. Boken Nadra's mouth twitched involuntarily, a growing sense of dread creeping into his heart.

Even though Boken Nadra could cast spells with minimal incantations, he still needed to make gestures and call out the spell's name. In stark contrast, Dean Bruce's effortless spellcasting, without so much as a movement, was unnerving.

Generally, the more effortlessly a mage can cast a spell, the stronger they are.

This realization filled Boken Nadra with doubt and fear. Could he really be no match for Dean Bruce? As the sounds of magic clashing filled the air, Boken Nadra's face grew darker and more anxious with each passing moment.