Imprisoned for a Trillion Years, I Was Worshipped by All Gods! - Chapter 536

Chapter 536: Chapter92-The Furious Alice
Having regained his freedom, Alan sprinted with all his might. Before long, the thick, towering walls of Ironblood City finally came into view on the horizon.

He pushed himself even harder, charging toward the city gates.

But just as he drew closer, an intense chill suddenly gripped his body. Frost began to form on his eyebrows and hair, while patches of blue-purple frostbite erupted on his skin.

His sharply dropping body temperature caused his injuries to worsen by the second.

Alan guessed that in the two brutal encounters with the old man, he had likely sustained internal wounds.

On top of that, he had forcefully activated the Divine Oakstaff and unleashed a light sword spell infused with both fire and light elements. The excessive energy consumption was now turning inward—backlashing against him.

That was why he now found himself in such a terrible state.

If not for having recently advanced to tier-bronze and refined his physical body, he would’ve frozen into an ice sculpture on his way back.

Meanwhile, atop one of the watchtowers of Ironblood City, a woman clad in silver armor stood tall, gazing into the distance.

Her eyes suddenly narrowed—she had spotted a struggling figure sprinting down the road outside the city.

Her lips trembled ever so slightly, her eyes reddened, and tears began to well up.

The third princess, standing nearby, quickly approached.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

Following the armored woman’s line of sight, she too looked into the distance—only to be frozen in place the next moment.

Some time later, Alan finally stumbled to the base of Ironblood City’s massive gates, gasping for air.

When he looked up and saw the familiar silhouette standing on the watchtower, he paused, dazed.

Then, summoning his last shred of strength, Alan flung the tier-diamond magic skill scroll upward—landing it squarely in the third princess’s arms.

Propping himself up on his knees, he spoke hoarsely,

“Never thought… I’d see you here…”

Urgh!

Before he could finish, Alan exhaled a mouthful of white mist. The backlash from the elemental surge drained the last of his consciousness. He collapsed on the spot.

The armored woman could no longer hold back. She leaped from the tower without hesitation.

Just as Alan was about to hit the ground, she caught him tightly in her arms.

He slumped against her like a drunken man, his weight falling entirely upon her.

First, his head landed on her shoulder… then slid down to her chest… her abdomen…

Finally, he ended up lying sideways across the woman’s upper thighs—the only part of her body not protected by armor.

Her entire body went stiff, and a faint blush rose across her fair cheeks.

But after a moment of hesitation, she didn’t push Alan away. She simply let him rest there, offering her lap as a pillow.

On another watchtower nearby, a noblewoman witnessed the whole ambiguous scene. She bit her handkerchief so hard her teeth nearly tore through it.

“My lady! What are you doing?! How could you allow a commoner to touch your noble body like that?!”

Yet even after hearing her words, the silver-armored woman remained still.

She lowered her head, quietly staring at the unconscious Alan, not even flinching.

The noblewoman trembled in fury. Alice, the Duke—when had she ever let a man get this close to her? Only this Alan!

A moment later, Beatrice approached with two other figures.

Alice glanced at them, then promptly handed the unconscious Alan to the third princess, who had also leapt down from the tower.

Turning her head, Alice looked toward the opposite watchtower—but the noblewoman was no longer there.

Like a ghost, the noblewoman silently appeared behind Alice and whispered,

“My lady, I’ve looked into everything. Some of the old fools couldn’t accept losing, so they flipped the table and broke the rules.”

Alice nodded slightly to show she understood.

Then, without saying a word, she slowly walked toward Beatrice.

The noblewoman opened her mouth, but no words came out.

She could already feel it—her mistress, the Duke, was utterly furious.

As Alice drew closer, Beatrice felt her heart leap into her throat.

Others might not know Alice’s reputation, but she knew it like thunder rolling through the skies.

Anyone from the Plantagenet Kingdom would’ve heard of the Rose Duke—Alice.

Rumor had it that Alice once received an invitation from the headmaster of Lioncrest Academy for a personal visit.

Midway through the tour, the headmaster even tried to subtly recruit her into the academy.

At the time, Alice responded with a single statement:

“Gather all mages below tier-gold from your academy. If even one of them can defeat me, I’ll join Lioncrest on the spot.”

Delighted at her apparent interest, the headmaster immediately sent out the academy’s top combatants to challenge her.

Beatrice had been one of them.

The outcome was predictable.

Alice didn’t even bother staying long at Lioncrest Academy.

So now, seeing Alice here in person, Beatrice’s resolve faltered.

With Alice present, she knew there was no way she’d get her hands on that tier-diamond skill scroll.

Just then, Alice’s figure vanished before her eyes.

Every cell in Beatrice’s body screamed danger.

She immediately threw her arms wide.

Violent dark energy surged between her palms.

“Dark Domain!”

With those words, a thick, pitch-black barrier formed around her—woven entirely from concentrated dark element.

But Alice reappeared above her, eyes icy cold.

She swung her golden saber with full force. The gleaming blade, wrapped in unstoppable momentum, descended like a falling star—smashing into Beatrice’s dark barrier.

Whoosh!

A blinding flash of swordlight tore through the air.

Beatrice’s carefully constructed Dark Domain lasted only seconds before it was split clean in two.

But her suffering wasn’t over yet.

Alice materialized behind her again and slammed her fist into her back.

Crack!

The sound of breaking bones echoed.

Beatrice crumpled to the ground, her spine twisted grotesquely—like a malformed cripple.

The two companions who had come with her stood in shock.

Everyone in Lioncrest Academy knew how powerful Beatrice was. Yet now, in front of this silver-armored woman, she hadn’t even lasted a single exchange?

The thought made them look at Alice with newfound dread and disbelief.

But Alice’s fury had only just begun.

After shattering Beatrice’s dark barrier, she picked up her golden saber again and charged straight toward her fallen foe.

Realizing the situation was beyond salvation, Beatrice stopped holding back.

She pulled a dark, thick potion from her pocket and downed it in one gulp.

In an instant, a dense wave of dark element surged from her core, radiating outward.

Though it was still broad daylight, her power turned the surroundings pitch-black—an oppressive darkness where one could barely see a hand in front of their face.