I Made Up Forbidden Spells, and They Actually Worked?

No matter how much someone is involved in education, anyone who can reach a ministerial position is certainly of a high rank. Even if they aren't particularly skilled in combat, a surge of magical power was enough for the minister to easily knock down the three patrol squads, leaving them sprawled on the ground.

Cyb Louis looked toward Dean Bruce and asked softly, "Do you know any spells for concealment?"

Hearing this, Dean Bruce didn't hesitate. He focused, and with a thought, cast The Compassion of Heaven and Earth spell. Instantly, the surrounding trees and foliage seemed to come alive, their branches extending upward and intertwining to form a cage-like structure, enveloping the grand hall and the nearby area.

The magic's energy fluctuations were not intense but remarkably stable. It resembled a barrier, prompting a subtle admiration from Cyb Louis, who nodded approvingly.

Dean Bruce remarked calmly, "Unless you cast an ultra-high-level spell, no fluctuations from within this space will escape."

The so-called concealment magic here didn't refer to hiding one's own aura. After all, with Cyb Louis's strength, as long as Elvis Donimo was away, no one else around would be able to match him, so there was no need for personal concealment.

What Cyb Louis was actually concerned about was that the battle's energy ripples might alert those within Saint Laurent City.

And he could use this as an opportunity to gauge Dean Bruce's power.

With the leafy cage now in place, Cyb Louis descended toward the entrance below, his worries allayed.

Dean Bruce followed closely, equally curious to see if he could glean any valuable information from Elvis Donimo's subordinates.

The patrol guards had been swiftly taken down, allowing Dean Bruce and Cyb Louis to proceed unobstructed into the passageway. Not far ahead, the sound of voices reached them.

"Who goes there?"

"Password!"

As they drew closer, the guards at the hall's entrance sensed something amiss, demanding answers in low voices.

Not only that, Dean Bruce also heard several crisp "clicking" sounds, as if he were being watched intently.

Looking up, he saw five guards, their weapons drawn, cold eyes fixed on him.

"Insolent fools!" Cyb Louis didn't slow his pace, his tone icy. "Look carefully at who you're pointing your weapons at! Do you have a death wish?!"

At his words, the five guards froze, exchanging nervous glances.

Taking a closer look at Cyb Louis, their faces immediately shifted, and they hurriedly bowed, saying, "Our apologies, Minister. But… this is the Law Enforcement Department's domain, and your presence here might be considered overstepping your bounds."

"Oh?" Cyb Louis's gaze sharpened as he waved a hand. A brilliant blue magic gathered, shooting out like an arrow straight toward the five guards.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Aah!"

With a series of impacts and agonized screams, the five guards were thrown back before they had a chance to respond, crashing heavily into the walls as blood trickled from the corners of their mouths.

Beside the passageway, over a dozen crossbows shattered and fell to the ground in fragments.

Clearly, the sounds Dean Bruce had heard earlier were the traps activating.

But under the sheer force of their overwhelming power, the traps were rendered useless—they were destroyed before they could even be triggered.

Clatter…

The noise in the corridor alerted the Law Enforcement Department members inside the hall. In moments, the sound of hurried footsteps filled the air, and over twenty people gathered, some wielding crossbows, others gripping magic staffs, their expressions tense as they fixed their gazes on Dean Bruce and Cyb Louis.

"What is this…? Are you trying to defy your superiors?" Cyb Louis took a step forward, rebuking them coldly. "If you don't want to die, drop your weapons and get out of my way!"

Shhhft—

The group took a collective step back, but they did not clear the path. They maintained their battle-ready stances, even though they knew Cyb Louis's identity and power. Sweat began to seep from the hands holding their weapons, yet they stood their ground, refusing to yield.

"Minister Cyb!" A voice suddenly echoed from afar, its tone calm but firm. "Your rank is indeed exalted, but not just anyone can force their way into the Law Enforcement Department. If you have a matter to discuss, you can tell me, and I'll contact the appropriate people. Forcing your way in—are you intending to disregard us completely?"

"Are you trying to disrespect our minister?"

Hearing this, Cyb Louis stopped pushing forward and looked in the direction of the voice. There, a middle-aged man with a limp slowly approached.

As he made his way over, the crowd parted to make a path for him.

It was clear that he held a high position within the Law Enforcement Department.

Cyb Louis examined him with a scrutinizing look and then sneered. "I know you, Pader Holbrick, one of Elvis's trusted aides. You certainly have some nerve to speak to me like this!"

"You're too kind, Minister Cyb," replied Pader Holbrick, his tone respectful but unwavering. "I'm simply concerned that there might be some unfortunate disagreement between you and our minister."

Pausing for a moment, Pader Holbrick continued in a quieter voice, "If you truly have business here, Minister Cyb, feel free to tell me. When our minister returns, I'll make sure to pass on your message."

"Pass on a message?" Cyb Louis's face twisted into a mocking smile. Just as Pader Holbrick and his men began to let down their guard, Cyb's expression darkened, and he barked furiously, "You worthless fools—what makes you think you're worthy to speak for me?"

The moment his words ended, Cyb Louis raised his hand, gathering brilliant blue energy that transformed into whip-like tendrils, lashing out at Pader Holbrick and his men.

Everyone except Pader Holbrick cried out as the whips struck, dropping their weapons to the ground in pain and fear.

In the end, the only person left standing at the hall entrance was Pader Holbrick, though even he barely held his footing.

The searing blue whips had slashed across his body like blades, tearing his skin and causing blood to pour out from his wounds.

His survival was due solely to his high rank and his skillful control over his own blood flow, preventing it from gushing out. Yet, he knew that if he were hit again, he would be at the brink of life and death.

At this point, Pader Holbrick didn't dare to utter a word. He only glared at Cyb Louis, wide-eyed and filled with confusion.

Even though Cyb Louis and Elvis Donimo had a tense relationship, would he truly go so far as to kill?

According to protocol, the Nine Provinces Alliance was forbidden from openly attacking each other!

A sudden, chilling realization struck Pader Holbrick's heart, and a wave of intense fear surged within him.

Could it be that Cyb Louis intended to wipe out everyone here?

"You managed to withstand one of my attacks and remain standing—that's something," Cyb Louis said, his expression calm as he approached Pader Holbrick. "Tell me… are you one of the people Elvis brought in back in the day?"

Upon hearing this, Pader Holbrick's pupils shrank with alarm. He kept silent, barely holding himself upright.

Speaking even a word would shatter his concentration, causing his magic to fail and his blood to surge uncontrollably. If that happened, he would face either grave injury or, worse, death from blood loss.

"Can't speak, can you?" Cyb Louis continued coldly. "In that case, I'll just have to find the answer myself."

As Cyb Louis drew closer, a soft sigh sounded unexpectedly, causing both Dean Bruce and Cyb Louis to raise their eyebrows slightly.

"Must you press them so hard, Lord Cyb?"

"Everyone here is an elite of the Law Enforcement Department, each one capable of rising to a high-level position in the future. Whatever business you have, please state it plainly. There's no need to resort to violence and kill them."

As soon as the words were spoken, a figure appeared from the distance, steadily approaching. Each footstep grew clearer and louder.

Looking up, Dean Bruce saw a powerfully built man, his face marked with striking red patterns. The man radiated a fierce, formidable aura that sparked a strange sense of familiarity in Dean Bruce, as if they had crossed paths somewhere before.

While Dean Bruce observed the man, he felt the man's gaze returning the scrutiny, causing the stranger's steps to pause for a split second.

Noticing this, a chill ran through Dean Bruce's mind.

Why would his mere appearance or aura cause someone so evidently powerful to react?

Could he have accepted a mission to assassinate him? Or had they already met somewhere?

"You…" Cyb Louis studied the man closely for a moment, then asked in surprise, "Who are you? I don't recall seeing you in the organization before."

Hearing this, Dean Bruce's confusion only deepened.

Who could this person be if even someone of Cyb Louis's rank didn't recognize him?

"Kuhaus Tam," the man replied in a low voice. "What exactly are you doing here? If they aren't qualified to speak to you, surely I am?"

"Kuhaus?" Cyb Louis thought for a moment, then nodded. "Ah, I remember. You're the Deputy Minister of the Law Enforcement Department, who's always stationed outside. I didn't expect to run into you here."

At those words, Dean Bruce's mind stirred.

Someone who had been away for years, mysterious enough that even high-ranking members didn't recognize him, suddenly returning—there had to be a reason for it.

Then, recalling the way Kuhaus had reacted when he saw him, a thought flashed through Dean Bruce's mind.

Could Kuhaus Tam actually be Madrid Haru?

After all, it would make sense—he'd been absent from the organization for years, potentially because he'd changed his identity and gone undercover in the War God Temple. And now, exposed due to his mission to kill Dean Bruce, he had returned to the organization.