I Made Up Forbidden Spells, and They Actually Worked?

Chapter 58: Chapter 58: Boken Nadra's Suicidal Move!

Purple flowers spread wildly across the ground, and by the time everyone noticed, the vines and branches had already covered their feet, sending a wave of panic through the group.

Luckily, the purple flowers had no binding power and didn't attack. They merely grew rapidly, covering the entire mountaintop.

Buzz—

A radiant purple light bloomed, reflecting off the magical formation above the sacrificial temple. Suddenly, a piercing howl rang out, and dark purple figures began to materialize around the edges of the magic circle, causing everyone's pupils to constrict in terror.

Even Dean Bruce's eyes widened, and his breath caught in his throat.

Each figure had three heads, slender bodies, sharp claws, and six blood-red eyes glowing like lanterns!

"One… two… five…"

"Oh my god, are these… all Cerberuses?"

"With so many Cerberuses, how can we survive?"

At that moment, everyone felt a chilling fear crawl down their spines. It was as if they were trapped in a frozen hell, their bodies stiff, unable to move.

Despite the overwhelming situation, Dean Bruce remained calm. After all, he had acquired plenty of powerful tools from the system earlier. Once unleashed, not even Boken Nadra—nor a stronger mage or warrior from another discipline—would be a match for him.

"Hahaha, wail, suffer, and fall into the abyss of despair! Dark Magic Radiance, unleash!" Boken Nadra, now fully transformed into a Cerberus, still retained the ability to cast magic. His three heads moved in eerie synchronization as he chanted, his voice like a ghastly wail that sent shivers down their spines.

At the same time, the dozens of other Cerberuses opened their mouths wide, drawing in countless purple elements, shrouded in black mist, making them look like terrifying demons from the underworld.

Boom, boom, boom—

As the incantation reached its climax, Boken Nadra, along with every other Cerberus, lowered their heads and unleashed beams of purple light, shooting them directly at Dean Bruce and the others.

"Ah!"

Screams echoed all around as many people, overcome with fear, instinctively closed their eyes. Alita Miller, however, took a deep breath and rushed toward Dean Bruce, determined to stand by his side.

In the next moment, Alita Miller froze in place, her eyes filled with shock as she stared at Dean Bruce.

Faced with hundreds of purple beams hurtling toward him, Dean Bruce didn't dodge, didn't raise any defense. Instead, he calmly stepped forward, walking directly into the oncoming barrage.

Just as the purple beams were about to strike him, a faint yellow light flickered around his body, instantly hardening his form like stone, imbuing him with incredible resilience. He had activated the Blood for Blood spell, and a strange energy began to ripple around him.

What happened next stunned everyone.

Dean Bruce, arms crossed over his chest, absorbed all the purple beams with his body!

"Oh my god… what level of power does Lord Dean have?"

"That magic was terrifying! It even summoned Cerberuses from hell, yet it didn't leave a scratch on Lord Dean!"

Gulp.

The sound of people swallowing nervously filled the air. Even Boken Nadra was momentarily speechless. After a long pause, he erupted in a furious roar, "Impossible! How can you withstand the power of the Dark Magic Radiance with the formation's enhancement? It's not possible! Absolutely impossible!"

Despite Dean Bruce's relatively low level, with two high-level spells empowering him, he could hold his own even against a Magus-level opponent!

At that moment, his body not only benefited from Blood for Blood's damage reduction, but also had the defensive strength of the Wind, Forest, Fire, and Mountain spell. Unless an ultra-high-level spell or technique was used, it was nearly impossible to harm him.

Feeling the absorption capacity of Blood for Blood nearing its limit, Dean Bruce stopped taking in more energy. He suddenly opened his eyes, brought his hands together, and in an instant, dazzling purple light erupted from his body, shining like a radiant sun above his head.

The purple light condensed into a sphere, exuding a terrifying sense of pressure, as if a mountain had suddenly dropped onto the battlefield. The crushing force pushed Boken Nadra and all the Cerberuses to the ground.

As they were pinned to the earth, the purple beams they had been spewing ceased, but Dean Bruce's counterattack had only just begun!

The purple orb spun rapidly and suddenly unleashed beams of purple light, shooting at the Hellhounds with the speed and force of lightning.

"Huh?"

"This magic… it looks so familiar!"

"Oh my god, did Lord Dean just reflect that guy's magic back at him?"

"I've heard of a mirror magic that can reflect an enemy's spells, but Lord Dean's magic doesn't seem like a reflection!"

"This is incredible! Lord Dean seemed so unassuming, but the more we see, the more astonishing he becomes! Even a high-level spell amplified by a magical formation from a Magus—Lord Dean neutralized it effortlessly!"

Seeing that Dean Bruce wasn't defeated, but had instead turned the tables and suppressed Boken Nadra, the group collectively let out a sigh of relief, their faces breaking into smiles. Only Ebner Mondo stood there, his face filled with astonishment.

Boom! Boom!

Purple beams continuously erupted from the orb, pinning down Boken Nadra, now in his Hellhound form, rendering him immobile. The Hellhound could do nothing but let out pitiful howls.

"Damn you! Ah! You… you dare to strike me?"

"I... I'm a member of the Nine Provinces Allian—argh!"

Before he could finish speaking, the Hellhound's body convulsed violently. In no time, Boken Nadra reverted to his original form.

As a mage, his physical defenses were laughably weak. Struck again by the purple beams, his body was pierced through, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

His eyes wide open as the light in them faded.

Buzz—

With Boken Nadra's death, the magical formation lost its power source and quickly dissipated. The eerie purple flowers and the Hellhounds they had summoned vanished without a trace.

As Dean Bruce deactivated Blood for Blood, the mountaintop returned to calm in just a few breaths, as if everything that had transpired was nothing more than an illusion.

"So strong!"

"Lord Dean, what is your true power?"

"That was a Magus from the Nine Provinces Alliance—someone far more formidable than a self-taught Grand Magus. And yet, before you, he couldn't even put up a fight."

"Village Chief Ebner, Lord Dean just took care of another major threat for you. Since you barely did anything, I think you owe us a bit more of a reward, don't you?"

In a world where the strong prey on the weak, the power Dean Bruce displayed immediately won over most of the onlookers.

Dean Bruce felt a sense of relief. Luckily, Boken Nadra specialized in offense but lacked defense. Moreover, he had relied on the formation to greatly enhance his attacks, making him vulnerable to the Blood for Blood counterattack that ultimately led to his demise.

Ebner Mondo, hearing the praise for Dean Bruce, immediately put on a flattering smile and stepped forward respectfully, saying, "I always knew, my lord, that you possessed extraordinary strength, capable of driving away these foreign invaders for us poor souls. Once this is all over, I will present the village's greatest treasure to you and reveal every hidden secret of this ruin."

Dean Bruce's interest was piqued. He wasn't particularly concerned about treasures—his system could produce plenty of valuable items. What truly intrigued him was uncovering the secrets of this world.

Still, maintaining his stoic and calm demeanor, Dean Bruce remained indifferent, showing neither joy nor sorrow. This caused Ebner Mondo to grow anxious, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

Only when Dean Bruce gave a slight nod did Ebner Mondo breathe a sigh of relief.

Dean Bruce spoke calmly, "The enemy is dead. I leave the sacrificial temple to you. Reclaim control quickly and prepare to deal with the final threat."

"Sealing the temple is paramount. The remaining enemy may be even stronger. I expect you to perform to the level required."

Glancing briefly at Ebner Mondo, Dean Bruce then turned to Alita Miller and the others. "Let's move. You didn't exert much effort in this fight, so there's no need for rest."

His words caused a wave of embarrassment to wash over the group. They couldn't help but feel ashamed.

The battle had been billed as a collaboration, yet after the initial skirmishes, they had been reduced to spectators in the face of such powerful foes.

And even while spectating, they had been terrified that they might be caught in the crossfire.

Carol Lane approached Dean Bruce, her voice and demeanor far more respectful than before. "Mr. Dean, we will never forget your contribution. When this is over, if you visit our temple, we will be sure to offer you a grand gift."

"There's no need for a grand gift," Dean Bruce replied softly. "But I do intend to visit the Temple of Wisdom. I trust you won't turn me away when that time comes."

"Of course not," Carol Lane said with a smile. "If you come, I'll make sure the entire temple mobilizes to welcome you personally!"

On the other side, Alita Miller watched as Dean Bruce and Carol Lane conversed so pleasantly. She bit her lip lightly, feeling a slight pang of resentment.

She considered herself more beautiful than Carol Lane, yet Dean Bruce had never shown her any warmth, which left her feeling quite irritated.

Unfortunately, she still needed to rely on Dean Bruce's strength to explore the ruins, so she couldn't vent her frustration.

Her eyes flickered with thought, and then Alita Miller made her way to Boken Nadra's corpse, carefully searching through it.

Moments later, a surprised cry rang out.