I Made Up Forbidden Spells, and They Actually Worked?

Dean Bruce stared intently at Alita Miller, and from her expression, he could tell she wasn't lying. If that were true, then the danger level of these ruins was even higher than he had anticipated.

The fact that the same entrance could lead to entirely different experiences was truly alarming!

Could it be that the entrance was connected to different ruins?

Was it a case of random teleportation each time?

But then, how did dozens of people enter separately and end up in the same ruin?

Or was it a matter of timing?

Could entering at different times result in different ruins?

Dean Bruce's expression grew serious as his mind raced with possibilities about the nature of the ruins. He was so deep in thought that he didn't even hear Alita Miller speaking.

Noticing that Dean Bruce wasn't responding, Alita Miller fell silent, deciding not to push the conversation further.

It wasn't until he heard shouts that Dean Bruce snapped out of his thoughts and returned to the present.

Looking in the direction of the noise, he saw that the fastest runners had already made it halfway up the mountain where the Ritual Temple was located. There, they encountered more moonlight butterflies and the strange wolf-human hybrid creatures.

"Don't give those creatures a chance to absorb the moonlight! We have no room for retreat this time—charge!"

Horton Martin's voice rang out, rallying those who hesitated and pushing them to continue the fight.

Alita Miller spoke in a serious tone, "Dean, I really didn't lie to you. This time, the ruin we were teleported into is different from the one we explored before. When I realized that, I was just as shocked, and it left my mind in a fog."

"I don't know why this is happening, but right now, we're surrounded by danger. This isn't the time for us to doubt each other—we need to give it everything we've got and take down the other outsiders first!"

"This ruin undoubtedly holds an immense secret. If we don't take the initiative, we're sure to meet a terrible fate. From now on, I won't hold back, and I hope that when danger arises, you'll step in. When we make it out of here, I'll be sure to give you a generous reward!"

Without waiting for Dean Bruce to respond, Alita Miller lightly waved her staff. A gentle breeze enveloped her, lifting her body like a feather as she floated toward the strange wolf-human creatures.

Moonlight butterflies are easy to kill, thought Alita Miller. However, those strange wolf-human hybrid creatures, once they absorb the moonlight, enter a berserk state. Apart from herself, Horton Martin, and the Temple of Wisdom follower who had earlier warned Lina Jones, no one else here would stand a chance against them.

Buzz—

Before Alita Miller could reach the creatures, a brilliant light flared, capturing everyone's attention.

Dean Bruce, intrigued, turned his gaze toward Alita Miller, curious to see what other powers she might be hiding.

Swish!

Almost as soon as Alita Miller landed, the shoes on her feet began to emit a green glow, which swiftly spread upward along her smooth, pale skin.

Ankles, calves, knees, thighs…

Within just two or three breaths, the green light transformed into a form-fitting magical robe, enhancing Alita Miller's already formidable presence.

"Spirits of the grass and trees that pierce through the earth, bestow your resilient strength upon your most devoted follower! Green Bind!"

As Alita Miller invoked the spell, the crystal core atop her staff began to glow. In the next instant, all the nearby vegetation surged with life, growing rapidly and extending toward the strange wolf-human creatures.

Rip!

With a faint sound, the grass and plants tightened, forming a cage of vines that ensnared the creatures' arms and legs, binding them tightly. No matter how fiercely they struggled, they couldn't break free.

"Now's our chance!"

"Strike now! Finish them off while they're restrained!"

The battle-hardened warriors needed no further prompting. They all charged forward at once.

Unleashing attacks from every direction, each element's magic converging into a barrage aimed at the immobilized creatures.

Dean Bruce's eyes turned to Lina Jones, observing how her magic sent rays of light cascading over the others, boosting their magic or physical strength. This confirmed that her earlier reasoning had been truthful.

With a cunning glint in his eyes, Dean Bruce began walking toward Lina Jones, planning to "teach" her some magic right then and there.

After all, teaching is the noble profession of a scholar, he mused, smiling inwardly. It wouldn't be right to call it trickery.

I'm simply a good teacher imparting knowledge to eager students!

There were two reasons behind Dean Bruce's decision. First, they were currently in a dangerous and unpredictable ruin. If Lina Jones could quickly grasp a new spell, it would be a significant advantage for Dean Bruce as well.

The second reason was that in moments of life-and-death crisis, a person's chances of unlocking their potential were often higher than under normal circumstances.

Lina Jones, being a Saintess-in-Waiting, undoubtedly had the talent. Teaching her now might increase the likelihood of her successfully learning a powerful spell.

[Sigh, Lina, I hope you're the protagonist I'm imagining, able to quickly grasp magic! The stronger you become, the safer I'll be!]

With this thought, Dean Bruce walked up behind Lina Jones and gently tapped her on the shoulder.

"Hmm?"

Noticing Dean Bruce's approach, Lina Jones's expression shifted slightly, as if she wanted to say something but held back.

Earlier, she had the courage to ask Dean Bruce to be her teacher because no other Temple of Wisdom members were around. If she were to openly be too polite to Dean Bruce or directly call him "teacher" in front of everyone, what would the other followers think of her?

For a moment, Lina Jones felt a wave of nervousness wash over her.

Fortunately, Dean Bruce didn't care much about formalities or titles. For him, as long as he received the tribute and the system recognized and rewarded him, nothing else really mattered.

In a low voice, Dean Bruce said, "There are outsiders in both the Ritual Temple and the Sealing Temple, and their strength is likely greater than these corrupted creatures. I'm going to teach you a high-level spell right now. I hope… that in the face of danger, you'll be able to successfully learn it!"

"What? Are you serious?" Lina Jones's eyes lit up with excitement, hardly able to believe her ears.

Dean Bruce got straight to the point, "What kind of spell do you want to learn?"

"Um…" Lina Jones's expression became resolute, and she said firmly, "I want to learn an offensive spell related to light!"

"…"

Dean Bruce glanced at Lina Jones, frowning slightly.

Realizing her request might have been too much, Lina Jones quickly smiled awkwardly and said, "Was my request too high? Um…"

Before Lina Jones could finish speaking, Dean Bruce interrupted, "Your request is indeed ambitious, but I do have such a spell. It's on the verge of being an Ultra-High-Level spell. The question is whether you have the talent to successfully grasp it."

"On the verge of being an Ultra-High-Level spell?" Lina Jones's breath quickened with excitement, her eyes alight with joy and a hint of disbelief.

She had initially thought that Dean Bruce could only teach high-level spells. She hadn't expected him to offer something so advanced—an Ultra-High-Level spell.

That is something far more powerful than a typical high-level spell and highly esteemed even within the Temple of Wisdom.

"Everything I see under the sun is but a void, all is chasing the wind!" Dean Bruce recited, his voice laced with significance. He then looked at Lina Jones meaningfully and said softly, "This is the incantation. It's brief but contains a powerful spell."

"Huh?" Lina Jones furrowed her brow, murmuring to herself, "This incantation… why does it sound so strange?"

Dean Bruce responded calmly, "Your senior brothers and sisters were able to comprehend much more obscure and complex incantations in just a few days. Even if they couldn't master the spell entirely, they at least gained an understanding of it. I hope you won't disappoint me."

Hearing this, Lina Jones felt a sudden pressure. Though she didn't know the Joan Michelle sisters or Nicholas William well, as the Saintess-in-Waiting of the Temple of Wisdom, she had her own pride. She didn't want to fall behind others.

Driven by this mindset, she subconsciously overlooked the oddity of the incantation and focused intently on understanding it, completely absorbed in her thoughts, forgetting the ongoing battle around her.

Fortunately, Alita Miller wasn't holding back her strength. Thanks to her magic, she managed to keep most of the creatures under control, stabilizing the situation and giving Lina Jones the time she needed to concentrate.

However, unlike Dean Bruce, Alita Miller didn't have the ability to enhance her magic tenfold. To maintain control over the strange wolf-human creatures required an enormous expenditure of magical energy.

Despite her hidden strength, it didn't take long before Alita Miller's hands began to tremble, and sweat the size of beans beaded on her forehead.

Even though the group attacked furiously, the vast difference in power made it difficult to take down many of the creatures.

After two minutes, Alita Miller finally reached her limit. The grass and vine cages that had bound the creatures shattered, freeing the monstrous beings.

"Roar!"

A chorus of enraged howls filled the air. Even without absorbing moonlight, the creatures seemed stronger than before, their claws slashing viciously at the group.

The battle intensified in an instant, with anguished screams echoing almost every second. Blood sprayed through the air, staining the ground and vegetation red.