I Made Up Forbidden Spells, and They Actually Worked?

Chapter 223 Leizor's Sacrifice

"Falling Stars!" Prolo Hawthorne shouted, and it was as if stars themselves fell from the heavens, crashing down with devastating force toward Chikx Thomas.

Chikx Thomas, not daring to underestimate the attack, quickly waved his hands, summoning an even stronger wave of dark energy to counter it.

Boom!

A deafening explosion rang out as the power of the falling stars collided with Chikx Thomas's dark energy, erupting in a blinding flash and a violent shockwave.

Taking advantage of the moment, Dean Bruce struck. The artifact in his hand transformed into a beam of light, shooting toward Chikx Thomas.

"Die!" Dean Bruce roared.

But just as the strike was about to land, Chikx Thomas suddenly vanished, leaving behind only an afterimage.

"Not good—it's an illusion!" Dean Bruce's heart skipped a beat. He quickly withdrew the artifact and warily scanned his surroundings.

Suddenly, Chikx Thomas reappeared behind him, a beam of dark magic shooting toward him.

"Dean, watch out!" Krupp shouted, rushing to intervene, but he was quickly surrounded by other black-clad figures.

Dean Bruce reacted with lightning speed, twisting his body to dodge the magical beam. But Chikx Thomas's attacks were relentless. Dark magic beams continued to rain down on him.

Dean Bruce dodged left and right, but in the end, he was struck. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

"Teacher!" Prolo Hawthorne cried out in panic.

Dean Bruce wiped the blood from his lips, his gaze growing even more resolute. "I'm fine. Stay alert, everyone. This guy is no joke!"

Chikx Thomas looked at Dean Bruce, a cruel smirk playing at his lips. "I didn't expect you to put up such a fight, but it's all for nothing. Today, you all die here."

With that, Chikx Thomas launched another attack, this time with even greater ferocity, as if aiming to completely consume Dean Bruce and his companions.

Dean Bruce gritted his teeth, pouring every ounce of energy he had into repelling the onslaught. But as time wore on, his magical reserves began to dwindle, and the wounds on his body multiplied.

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"This isn't going to work!" Dean Bruce thought to himself.

Just then, an idea suddenly flashed in his mind, and his eyes gleamed with a determined resolve.

"Everyone, we fight for it!" Dean Bruce shouted, pouring every last bit of his magic into the artifact.

The artifact in his hand blazed with brilliant light, as if it were going to illuminate the entire space.

"Light's Judgment!" Dean Bruce shouted, and the artifact in his hand transformed into a beam of pure light, shooting toward Chikx Thomas.

Seeing this, Chikx Thomas's expression finally changed. "You dare use that forbidden spell!" he hissed.

But it was too late. The beam of light pierced through Chikx Thomas's defenses in an instant, striking his body.

"Ah!" Chikx Thomas screamed in agony as the light consumed him, his form slowly dissipating into the air.

"Teacher, you won!" Prolo Hawthorne shouted excitedly.

However, Dean Bruce collapsed to the ground, his magical energy completely exhausted, and his wounds continued to bleed.

"I'm fine…" Dean Bruce weakly muttered, "Just a little… tired…"

At that moment, Chikx Thomas's voice suddenly echoed in their ears. "You think it's over? How naïve…"

Startled, Dean Bruce and the others quickly looked around, but Chikx Thomas had already vanished.

"This is bad… he's escaped!" Krupp said.

"It's okay…" Dean Bruce panted, "He's wounded. He won't be causing any more trouble for a while…"

They looked down at Leizor, still lying on the ground, their hearts filled with sorrow and anger.

"We must avenge Leizor!" Prolo Hawthorne clenched his fists, his voice shaking with emotion.

Dean Bruce nodded. "That's right. We have to destroy this Black Hole organization and bring justice to all their victims."

Just then, the sound of hurried footsteps reached their ears. They turned to see a group of black-robed figures rushing toward them.

"This is bad… they're coming again!" Krupp said, alarmed.

Dean Bruce struggled to rise to his feet. "Everyone, get ready to fight!"

However, their magical reserves were completely drained, and their wounds were still bleeding. They were in no condition to fight.

In that critical moment, Chikx Thomas suddenly appeared before them once again.

"You really thought I'd run away?" Chikx Thomas sneered. "I just went to prepare a bigger surprise for you."

With a flick of his hand, the black-robed figures halted their assault and instead surrounded Dean Bruce and his companions.

"You have no escape now," Chikx Thomas said coldly.

Dean Bruce glared at Chikx Thomas, a flash of resolute determination crossing his eyes.

"Even if we die, we'll make sure you go down with us!" Dean Bruce roared.

With that, he tightened his grip on the artifact, preparing to launch his final attack.

However, Chikx Thomas suddenly dropped to his knees.

"Wait!" Chikx Thomas shouted.

Dean Bruce froze for a moment, halting his motion.

"What... what do you want?" Dean Bruce asked, his voice filled with suspicion.

Chikx Thomas looked at him, a flash of complex emotion crossing his face.

"I... I surrender," Chikx Thomas said.

Dean Bruce and the others exchanged stunned glances, unable to believe their ears.

"You... what did you say?" Dean Bruce asked.

"I said, I surrender," Chikx Thomas repeated. "I'm willing to submit to you, become your servant, and serve you."

They stood there, speechless, unsure of what to make of Chikx Thomas's sudden confession.

"Are... are you serious?" Dean Bruce asked.

"I am serious," Chikx Thomas replied. "I've seen your strength and your sense of justice. I'm willing to follow you and fight against the forces of darkness."

Dean Bruce stared at Chikx Thomas, hesitating. He couldn't tell whether Chikx Thomas was being genuine, or if this was some sort of trap. Was he truly surrendering, or was there a hidden agenda behind his words?

But right now, they didn't have many options left.

Leizor was still lying on the ground, his life hanging in the balance, and they needed Chikx Thomas's strength to combat the Black Hole Organization.

"Fine, I accept," Dean Bruce said, his voice heavy with caution. "But remember this—if you betray us, I will make sure you regret it."

Chikx Thomas quickly nodded. "Don't worry, I would never betray you."

After Chikx Thomas's unexpected surrender, Dean Bruce and his group, now with him in tow, rushed back to Leizor's side. Leizor's condition had worsened significantly. The dark mark on his chest was expanding rapidly, and his life force was fading fast.

"Leizor, you have to hold on!" Dean Bruce gripped Leizor's hand tightly, his voice catching with emotion.

Leizor struggled to open his eyes, looking up at Dean Bruce. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Dean... I... I think it's over for me..."

"Don't speak, save your strength," Dean Bruce urged quickly, pulling out a vial of healing potion from his robe, attempting to feed it to Leizor.

However, Leizor weakly shook his head, rejecting Dean Bruce's offer. "It... it's no use... This is the corruption of dark power, a regular healing potion won't save me..."

Upon hearing this, Dean Bruce's heart grew heavier with sorrow. "Leizor, you..."

Leizor interrupted him. "Dean... listen to me... I have something important to tell you..."

Dean Bruce leaned in closer, focusing intently on Leizor's words.

Leizor's voice was weak and intermittent. "In that Relic... I found a secret... The true core of the Black Hole organization... It's not here... It's in... a much more hidden place..."

"What?" Dean Bruce gasped in shock. "A more hidden place? Where?"

Leizor shook his head. "I... I don't know the exact location... but in the Relic, I found an ancient map... that map marks... a secret passage leading to the true core..."

"The map?" Dean Bruce asked urgently.

Leizor pulled out an old, yellowed map from his robes and handed it to Dean Bruce. "This... this is it... You must... find the true core... destroy it... rid the magical world... of this plague..."

Dean Bruce took the map, looking down at it, his eyes filled with grief and reluctance. "Leizor, don't worry, I will fulfill your last wish."

Leizor smiled weakly, a look of contentment crossing his face before he slowly closed his eyes, never to open them again.

"Leizor!" Dean Bruce shouted, tears streaming down his face.

Prolo Hawthorne and Krupp approached, looking at Leizor's lifeless body, their hearts heavy with grief and anger.

"We will avenge Leizor!" Prolo Hawthorne said, his teeth clenched in fury.

Krupp nodded, his voice grim. "That's right. The Black Hole organization... we will destroy it once and for all!"

Dean Bruce wiped away his tears and gazed at the map in his hands. A quiet vow burned in his heart—he would find the true core of the Black Hole organization, avenge Leizor, and rid the magical world of this plague.

"We should move," Dean Bruce said, folding the map carefully. "Leizor's sacrifice must not be in vain. We will find the true core and destroy it. Let's give Leizor a proper burial first."

He then directed everyone to begin digging a grave for Leizor.

After they had buried Leizor, Dean Bruce and the others stood by the gravestone, observing a moment of silence.

The weight of grief and determination was clear on each of their faces. They knew the path ahead would be long and the task even more difficult.