Imprisoned for a Trillion Years, I Was Worshipped by All Gods! - Chapter 586

Chapter 586: Chapter142-Despicable Bounty Hunters
“What?!”

Alan’s voice spiked sharply, his eyes filled with disbelief.

The remaining bounty hunters, those who had followed the mustached leader, instinctively raised their guard.

They hadn’t even seen what Alan had done just now—

they didn’t even understand how their leader had died.

But Alan wasn’t about to give them the luxury of guessing.

Without hesitation, he conjured a longsword of pure metal element in his hand and thrust it forward, piercing straight through the chest of the nearest bounty hunter.

The man felt only a sudden chill in his chest.

He slowly looked down, only to see a gaping hole where his heart should have been,

his internal organs shredded into bloody pulp.

He spat out a massive mouthful of blood and collapsed stiffly to the ground—

still breathing, but beyond saving.

“Don’t just stand there! RUN!”

someone finally shouted.

At this point, even a fool could see that none of them were a match for Alan.

And the bounty hunters were not fools—

at least not when it came to self-preservation.

They had always pretended to be a cohesive team, calling each other “brother” and “boss,”

but in reality, they were nothing more than a loose alliance of desperate criminals,

banded together for the sake of survival and meager profits.

When it came to a true life-or-death situation?

Hmph. Loyalty? Brotherhood? What a joke.

Alan watched them scatter but didn’t bother giving chase.

Instead, he took Isabella’s small hand and turned back toward the academy.

“I’ve told you so many times—

Don’t talk to strangers,” he said, a little sternly.

Isabella lowered her head in guilt, her expression full of grievance.

Seeing this, Alan couldn’t bear to be too harsh.

He knelt down, gently checking her from head to toe.

“Did they hurt you anywhere?” he asked anxiously.

“No…”

Isabella shook her head.

But just then, a sharp flash of silver light reflected into her eyes from among the crowd.

It turned out that the bounty hunters hadn’t fled very far.

Driven by vengeance—or sheer stubbornness—

they had blended into the bystanders, hidden their weapons, and prepared to ambush Alan from the crowd!

The spectators were horrified.

Many opened their mouths to cry out a warning—

but it was too late.

The magically enhanced firearms these bounty hunters carried could fire bullets far faster than sound.

In an instant, a dense barrage of black projectiles, like a storm of deadly rain, shot toward Alan and Isabella.

Alan narrowed his eyes, locking onto the incoming hail of bullets.

Then something extraordinary happened.

The speeding iron bullets—

one by one—

split apart midair.

Swish, swish, swish!

The deadly projectiles zipped past the siblings,

but not a single bullet so much as grazed them.

A moment later—

an overwhelming wave of mana Overpressure erupted outward from Alan,

spreading rapidly in all directions.

The watching crowd felt a chill crawl up the back of their necks.

Goosebumps erupted across their skin.

An invisible, suffocating force pressed down on them—

but strangely, none of them were actually harmed.

The bounty hunters, however, were not so fortunate.

Those hidden among the crowd, preparing to fire the next volley,

all rolled their eyes back in their sockets, frothing at the mouth as they collapsed to the ground, twitching uncontrollably.

It was as if, in that instant, their brains had been crushed under unbearable pressure and had simply…

shut down.

Alan spared them not even a glance.

With a muttered, “Pathetic,”

he scooped Isabella into his arms and marched back into the academy.

As they entered, he slammed the gates shut behind them.

The citizens left outside stood utterly stunned.

They had witnessed a fully armed bounty hunter squad—

led by a globally famous elite, no less—

wiped out in less than a single minute.

“Is this… what they call a magus?”

someone finally whispered, almost reverently.

“Compared to him, today’s mages are nothing but trash.”

“So young… and already this strong…

Even if he enrolled in one of the other prestigious academies,

he’d be fast-tracked to professor status.

And yet, Lioncrest Academy’s idiots didn’t even let him through their front gate!

What the hell were they thinking?!”

“Hmph. Calling them idiots is an insult to idiots.

Even pigs know better than to provoke a tiger.”

“They didn’t just provoke him, remember?

They tried to threaten his sister’s life, too.

They’re lucky Alan didn’t burn their whole academy to the ground.”

“And don’t forget—Alan’s not fighting alone.

Behind him stands none other than Rose Duke Alice herself.”

“Hah! Funny you mention that.

I remember some people saying back then that Alice must have been blind to bring some no-name country bumpkin to the capital.”

“Yeah, well, shows how much we knew.

Look at him now!”

The chatter buzzed ceaselessly, spreading from street to street.

Before long, everyone in the capital had heard the news:

Alan had annihilated an enemy bounty hunter squad from Barton Kingdom.

Plantagenet Kingdom and Barton had been blood enemies for centuries.

The animosity ran deep among their peoples.

Thus, even though Alan’s latest feat might not have been as earth-shaking as his prior battle against Lioncrest Academy,

the mere fact that he had slaughtered Barton mercenaries was enough to thrill the entire capital.

At the same time, public opinion began to shift subtly.

At first, people had been curious why bounty hunters from Barton were appearing in the heart of their kingdom.

But soon, the focus moved—

to a far more troubling question:

Who had paid to bring them here?

Because bounty hunters, by nature, only acted for money.

And among the major powers within the capital,

there was only one force both powerful enough and hateful enough toward Sirius Academy to sponsor such a brutal move.

Everyone could guess.

No one dared say it out loud.

After all, while the commoners might loathe Lioncrest Academy,

they knew better than to openly provoke such a mighty institution.

The kingdom was in a fragile state.

Maintaining neutrality amidst political strife was the safest path for ordinary people.

If the great mages truly went to war—

it would be the common folk who suffered first.

Thus, even though everyone’s heart burned with indignation toward Lioncrest Academy,

no one dared to speak the truth publicly.

For now, they would maintain this delicate, trembling facade of peace.

But who knew how long it would last?