I Made Up Forbidden Spells, and They Actually Worked?

Considering the fact that those individuals were at least at the level of grand archmages, the issue they were facing was certainly significant.

However, as long as he could establish contact with them and resolve their situation, the mysteries surrounding the capital would begin to unravel.

[I\'ll have to wait for now. When they make their next move, that\'s when their weaknesses will be exposed.]

Dean Bruce thought with a sigh, returning to his room.

Inside, Apollon Joy was huddled in a corner, watched over like a prisoner. His brother\'s body remained limp and motionless on the bed, showing no sign of life.

As soon as Apollon saw Dean Bruce, he looked at him as though he were a savior. Meanwhile, his brother\'s body appeared even more withered, as if the vitality had drained from it entirely.

"Mr. Dean, I feel like my brother\'s body is becoming more shriveled. If this keeps up, won\'t he be in danger?"

Apollon immediately asked.

Dean Bruce nodded. "Of course. Without a soul to sustain the body, the blood stops flowing, the muscles contract, and it\'s difficult to maintain any life force. If his soul doesn\'t return soon... your brother will die."

"What?"

Apollon frowned deeply, biting his lip in frustration. "Mr. Dean, could you escort me back to the border? If I can return, I can gather reinforcements and march on the capital. Once we take it, all of these problems will be solved!"

"I, Apollon Joy, have the strength to do this!"

"Go back yourself, then," Dean Bruce scoffed, his cold laugh instantly making Apollon lower his head and retreat back into his corner.

Apollon wasn\'t a fool. Knowing the imperial guards had laid an impenetrable trap, how could he dare attempt to return to the border alone?

"So what now? Do we just sit here and wait?"

Apollon sighed. "Watching my brother like this... I can\'t bear it."

"Either shut up or go gather information yourself," Dean Bruce said bluntly, settling onto the bed and closing his eyes, preparing for the upcoming battle.

Regardless of whether Miranda Joy was the mastermind or not, Dean Bruce\'s actions over the past few days had undoubtedly drawn the attention of whoever was pulling the strings from the shadows.

He had seized Linda Quirell\'s body and now even had the crown prince\'s body in his possession. No matter who the mastermind was, they couldn\'t afford to let this slide.

Seeing Dean Bruce close his eyes, Apollon Joy dared not speak further. He lowered his head, avoiding eye contact with Nicholas William.

After all, he hadn\'t yet been accepted as a disciple by Dean Bruce, and his status as a prince was utterly useless in this situation. How could he possibly give Nicholas William any attitude?

Time passed slowly.

As night descended and Nicholas William, Apollon Joy, and the others were on the verge of falling asleep, a strange magical pulse rippled through the air. Looking up, they noticed that the magical compass hanging at Dean Bruce\'s waist had begun to tremble again.

Startled, Apollon Joy cried out, "Mr. Dean, your magical artifact is moving!"

Dean Bruce had already sensed the vibration. He opened his eyes and picked up the compass, his expression shifting in surprise.

The source of the magical disturbance was nearby!

Without hesitation, Dean Bruce motioned for everyone to follow him downstairs.

"Huh? Where are you all going? I just finished preparing dinner..."

The innkeeper looked at Dean Bruce in surprise as her gaze met his.

Nodding slightly, Dean Bruce didn\'t offer any explanation. He rushed out of the inn, and as he stepped outside, he saw a purple mist swirling in the air above.

Buzz—

In an instant, the purple mist darted swiftly to the west.

"I feel like the mastermind is trying to lure us into a trap."

Nicholas William and Apollon Joy said, their brows furrowed in concern.

"Who\'s the mantis, and who\'s the oriole? That remains to be seen!" Dean Bruce showed no hesitation. Without even bothering to mount a horse, he sprinted in the direction of the purple mist.

Seeing this, the others had no choice but to follow closely behind.

Meanwhile, the innkeeper changed into a short tunic, using the cover of night to slip away in the direction of the palace.

Buzz—

The purple mist weaved swiftly through the city, flickering in and out of sight. Each time Dean Bruce and his group lost sight of it, the mist would glow faintly, guiding them once again. This only deepened their suspicion that they were being led into a trap.

Nevertheless, Dean Bruce remained calm, showing no signs of backing down. Nicholas William and the others, seeing his resolve, continued to follow.

Before long, the purple mist disappeared into a luxurious courtyard.

As Dean Bruce and his group leaped into the courtyard, they were greeted by an eerie sight—dozens of people, much like Nicholas William before, were walking with their eyes tightly shut, as if sleepwalking, heading toward the gates.

The purple mist flickered, revealing a figure within. As the sound of footsteps echoed, the figure came into view before Dean Bruce and his companions.

"The daughter of the DeLange family?" Apollon Joy blinked in surprise. "Could it be that you\'re the mastermind behind all of this?"

Upon hearing that, Dean Bruce asked, "DeLange? Are you talking about the DeLange family, the one tied to the Minister of Finance?"

"Exactly!"

Apollon Joy\'s shock deepened. "Mr. Dean, you know her too?"

"Hehe..."

A soft, clear laugh escaped from the lips of Phyllis DeLange. "He doesn\'t know me personally, but he\'s aware that I\'m merely using another puppet."

Pausing for a moment, Phyllis DeLange continued leisurely, "Anyone who has disappeared in this city is now under my control. I can become any one of them. Do you think you can uncover my true identity? You\'re nothing but dreamers!"

"I thought you were just a passing outsider, someone who wouldn\'t stay here long. But since you\'ve insisted on meddling, don\'t blame me for what happens next!"

"Tonight, I\'ll bury all of you here!"

Phyllis DeLange\'s eyes turned cold as she raised her hands, causing a set of scroll-like papers to appear, floating in the air.

Whoosh—

As the papers ignited, a strange wave of magical energy surged, and within moments, monstrous creatures with horse heads and human bodies materialized from the mist. Their massive forms let out deep, guttural roars.

"Roar!"

Flames erupted from the mouths of the horse-headed beasts, transforming into dozens of ghastly green fireballs, which shot toward Dean Bruce and his companions with incredible speed.

Having encountered these creatures before, Nicholas William knew how powerful the horse-headed monsters were. Without hesitation, he pulled Linda Quirell\'s body back to safety.

Meanwhile, Apollon Joy quickly hid behind Dean Bruce for protection.

"Horse-headed beings... I understand now!" Shelly William\'s voice resonated in Dean Bruce\'s ear. "This is a form of dark spirit magic. These creatures are called Dark Demon—they fear thunder! The magic that summons them can\'t be cast from too far away; the caster\'s true body must be nearby and cannot use a puppet to cast this spell."

"Be cautious. The mastermind is right around here!"

Upon hearing this, Dean Bruce decided not to rush in and destroy the Dark Demon immediately. Since the caster was nearby, it made more sense to bide his time and try to locate their real body.

The priority was to flush out the mastermind behind all of this.

With a thought, Dean Bruce activated the Blue Shadow Ring\'s clone magic, while his real body entered an invisible state. His clones cast Thousand Mountains Fortress and The Compassion of Heaven and Earth spells.

Buzz—

The earth trembled as walls of soil rose up, encircling and protecting everyone.

"Hehe, the same old tricks?"

Phyllis DeLange sneered. "If this is all you\'ve got, don\'t expect to leave here in one piece tonight!"

"Explosive Ghost Flame!"

Her sharp, malevolent voice echoed, and suddenly, glowing green circles appeared on the ground, bypassing the earthen walls to manifest beneath Dean Bruce and his companions.

Crash—

The ground shattered, and from beneath the earth, bony green skeleton hands shot out, glowing with a ghostly light. They latched onto the ankles of everyone, binding them like chains.

Fortunately, Dean Bruce, still hidden by his invisibility, remained untouched by the skeletal hands. This gave him a crucial insight: the true caster was indeed nearby, and their power was limited. They couldn\'t even penetrate the invisibility granted by his magic scroll.

Realizing this, Dean Bruce let out a small sigh of relief.

Now that the Blue Shadow Ring had advanced, he could create more clones, allowing his real body to stay hidden. His clones moved like the wind, dashing through the battlefield just before the flames erupted. Each clone wielded the power of thunder in its fists, shattering the green skeletal hands and freeing his companions from their grasp.

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Though it seemed like a slow process, in reality, the entire rescue took place in less than two breaths.

To the others, Dean Bruce moved like a bolt of lightning, leaving everyone in stunned disbelief.

Even Phyllis DeLange was taken aback. "It seems I underestimated you. But do you really think you can save them again, a second time, a third?"

"Flame of Light!"

Boom—

Green flames exploded, filling the entire courtyard. The fire gathered together, forming a massive glowing orb that spun rapidly in the air, reflecting beams of light that shot out in all directions.