Imprisoned for a Trillion Years, I Was Worshipped by All Gods!-Chapter 508 - 64-The Pursuit of Francis

"Miss Alice is no ordinary girl. Though she's also from the Plantagenet Kingdom, she is destined to soar to the heavens like a divine phoenix," Barbara said, her tone proud. "You must've felt it already—her talent is unmatched. She's not someone the people of this small kingdom can even begin to compare with."

As she spoke, a clear sense of pride flashed in Barbara's eyes.

"So you're telling me to give up on her? That I shouldn't get involved with Alice?" Alan immediately caught her meaning and asked.

Barbara nodded seriously. "It's for your own good—and for hers. You may be somewhat special, but compared to her and the power backing her, you're insignificant."

"If you start having unrealistic thoughts, you'll only end up drained and heartbroken. The gap between you two is beyond imagining. Even she might get dragged down because of you."

Alan didn't respond. He knew that without absolute strength, no argument held any weight.

Strength.

He was still too weak!

Seeing that Alan had fallen silent, Barbara activated a magic formation beneath her feet and disappeared through a spatial teleportation array.

A teleportation array!

Alan stared, surprised, at where Barbara had vanished.

In his memory, being able to casually cast a spatial teleportation formation meant one had to be at least a Tier-Platinum mage!

Mage tiers were clearly divided:

Tier-Iron, Tier-Bronze, Tier-Gold, Tier-Platinum, Tier-Diamond...

Each tier was separated by massive gaps—almost insurmountable chasms.

Within the Plantagenet Kingdom, a Tier-Gold mage was already considered a regional powerhouse. Tier-Platinum mages were extremely rare!

Now, this protector of Alice's was at least Tier-Platinum, and yet she acted so humbly before Alice!

That alone showed how highly Barbara regarded Alice's talent and status.

"You feel the gap now? In both strength and background?" a woman in a black robe asked calmly.

Alan took a deep breath and nodded.

"You don't need to worry about all that right now. The path is right beneath your feet—walk it steadily. One day, you'll catch up to him, and to every other so-called genius."

The black-robed woman's voice was slow and steady.

Alan nodded, then began to consider his current situation.

His sister's flame spirit could last no more than one more month. If he didn't find a replacement in time, she might suffer another mental breakdown. Her condition was dangerously unstable.

On top of that, the monster in the second layer of hell was close to awakening. If he didn't find the sealing item the black-robed woman had mentioned, he would be dead for sure.

And all of it—

depended on strength.

His strength was still far from enough.

Determined, Alan quickly returned to the valley.

Just as he was about to check on his sister, he suddenly heard crying coming from the hall. The voice was familiar—

Isabella!

Alan's heart tensed in an instant. Gripping his staff-light sword, he dashed into the hall.

Inside, Francis was standing before Isabella, saying who-knows-what, while Isabella wept even harder.

Alan's fury erupted. Without hesitation, he unleashed his most powerful light sword spell!

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Whoosh! Whoosh!

Shrill, piercing sounds filled the air as dazzling, arm-length swords of light shot toward Francis at unimaginable speed.

Just as a smug smile formed on Francis's face, a chilling sense of danger crawled up his spine. Goosebumps rose all over his body.

This was deadly.

He instinctively knew—he couldn't take this head-on.

A surge of black light erupted from his body, and he suddenly became feather-light, narrowly dodging the incoming attack.

The moment he dodged, the swords of light slammed precisely into where he had been standing.

The granite floor of the hall, sturdy as it was, was pierced clean through by the light swords as if it were tofu!

If those swords had hit him directly… Francis's scalp tingled.

He turned toward the direction the attack had come from—

Alan!

"What the hell, are you trying to kill me?! We're classmates, for god's sake!"

Francis's mouth twitched in disbelief, glaring at Alan.

But before he could finish speaking, Alan charged again!

This time, Francis clearly sensed Alan was much faster and more ruthless than before.

"You made my sister cry. You have to die."

Alan's voice was ice cold, eyes filled with murderous intent, as he rushed forward with sword in hand.

"???"

Francis was utterly baffled. Was it really that serious? It had just been a joke!

As he ran for his life, he shouted, "I was just messing around! Do you really have to go this far?!"

But Alan ignored him completely.

He'd made Isabella cry—he had to pay.

Inside the hall, Isabella watched as Alan and Francis dashed back and forth, locked in a fierce chase. Once she snapped out of her panic, worry quickly filled her heart.

"If this keeps going, what if my brother gets hurt?!"

She quickly went to look for Gayle—but he was nowhere to be found.

Left with no choice, she rushed to Blanche's room and pleaded, "Sister! My brother is fighting that new guy—please go stop them!"

Blanche looked at her calmly and asked, "Can you and your brother both do barbecue?"

Isabella nodded, "A little…"

"Perfect. I'm hungry."

…

With Alan in relentless pursuit, Francis fled in panic, eventually reaching the mountains at the edge of the valley.

Francis ran for his life, while Alan chased him with murderous intent.

The black light around Francis grew more radiant—it was so dark, it seemed to glow. He became feather-light, so light even the breeze boosted his speed. The technique was incredibly mysterious.

Alan, wielding his staff-sword, moved like a blade spirit unleashed. With every swing, trees and foliage were torn apart. Even giant trees were left with deep gashes.

"Damn it! Since when did I, Francis, get chased around like this?!"

Rage boiled in Francis's heart. Even a clay doll has some fire in it!

He stopped running, pulled out the long spear on his back, and prepared a surprise reverse thrust aimed straight at Alan's throat!

But the moment he struck, a brilliant Blade Spirit flared from Alan's body, resonating with his light sword spell.

In an instant, the tip of Francis's spear—

was cut clean in half!

"What the—?!"

Francis cursed inwardly. He hadn't expected Alan's combat power, enraged, to be this terrifying.

Abandoning his offense, he immediately dropped his spear and ran again!

Francis fled.

Alan chased.

The two ran through the mountains for an entire day.

Eventually, they returned to the valley.

Gasping for breath, Francis was swaying on his feet, nearly spent.

Alan caught up just as Francis stumbled back into the valley, preparing to strike—when a voice stopped him.

"Brother!"

Alan turned to see Isabella running toward him, worry etched all over her face.

She threw herself into his arms and asked, "Brother, are you okay?"

Francis, collapsed nearby, almost coughed up blood.

I was the one being chased for a full day and night!

Alan looked at Isabella and finally calmed down.

"You're okay?" he asked.

Isabella nodded repeatedly, "I'm fine, brother!"

Only then did Alan turn to Francis.

Francis's mouth twitched. He quickly said, "What—what do you want?! I told you a thousand times—I didn't bully your sister! Ask her yourself!"

Alan looked to Isabella. "What did he say that made you cry?"

Isabella didn't speak. Her blue eyes shimmered with lingering tears.

Alan gently patted her head, and only then did she whisper:

"It wasn't anything serious… I just remembered how you always came back covered in wounds, and now you're still running around for my sake… I couldn't help it…"

By the end, she was crying again.

"That's all in the past. Everything will get better from now on."

Alan smiled and comforted her.

Then he pulled her into a hug.

"We'll never cry again."

Isabella nodded firmly, and gradually fell asleep in his arms, finally at peace.