Imprisoned for a Trillion Years, I Was Worshipped by All Gods!-Chapter 565 - 121-Executing Eisen

After finishing off the last man, Alan wiped the sole of his shoe on the ground with a look of clear disdain.

Then, as if mocking, he crooked a finger toward Eisen, the gesture full of derision.

Eisen froze in place.

It wasn't just him—everyone present, from the onlookers who had come for the spectacle to the reinforcements from Lioncrest Academy, all stood rooted in place, stunned.

With a mere flick of the hand, Alan had killed someone—effortlessly, cleanly.

To Alan, were the people of Lioncrest Academy nothing more than weeds? Ants?

Whatever the answer, one thing had become obvious to everyone. Alan held absolutely no regard for the name Lioncrest Academy.

What he had done just now could be summed up in four words:

Slicing melons, chopping vegetables.

"…Already scared?"

Alan sneered and said coldly to Eisen, "If you're not going to attack me, I'll start attacking you."

That snapped Eisen back to his senses. He hastily called out to the others from Lioncrest Academy to come and fight alongside him.

The bystanders smacked their lips and scoffed, "Can't beat him, so now you're calling backup? So this is the great Eisen of Lioncrest? Pathetic."

Eisen's face turned red with fury, veins bulging on his forehead.

With a shove, he pushed the others in front of him aside and barked, "Out of my way. I'll deal with him myself!"

"B-But Eisen, Senior…"

"No buts! Watch closely—I'll show you all what true power looks like. Against overwhelming strength, all resistance is meaningless!"

As he spoke, Eisen once again summoned his radiant wings of light.

What he did next, however, left everyone gasping in horror.

Right before their eyes, Eisen tore off one of his glowing wings with his bare hands!

For a mage, mana was as vital as blood and flesh. Creations forged from it—like those wings—were considered extensions of the mage's body.

To rip it off… was no different from severing a limb.

The wounds even bled red, just like flesh and bone.

What in the world was he trying to do?!

As the crowd stood there, utterly bewildered, a sinister surge of mana began to gather at the broken stump of the wing.

The formerly radiant white wings were now completely drenched in darkness.

Moments later, Eisen reattached the blackened wing back onto his back.

His aura spiked. His mana surged to a level that sent tremors down everyone's spines.

"Wings of Light and Darkness… He's fused two completely opposing elements without triggering any backlash?"

"Could it be that Eisen has reached Tier-Platinum?!"

"No way!"

Others in the crowd quickly objected. "There's no record of Eisen ever mastering the dark element!"

"He must have made some sort of deal with Beatrice in private. This can't be his true power—he's just borrowing it for a moment, creating a fake illusion of reaching Tier-Platinum!"

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"Even if that's true, the fact remains—he has Wings of Light and Darkness now!"

The onlookers began arguing again.

Alan, however, remained still, silently watching the approaching Eisen—his black-and-white wings slowly flapping, his aura growing heavier with each step.

Only when face to face could one truly grasp the sheer force Eisen now radiated.

But Alan knew—he absolutely could not afford to stand still.

As Eisen closed the distance, a blood-colored crystal flower silently bloomed behind Alan.

The next instant, Eisen moved. His speed was even faster than before—like a blur, he appeared directly above Alan's head.

His feet, heavy as falling meteors, came crashing down toward Alan's skull.

Alan didn't choose to meet the attack head-on.

He could feel the immense force within Eisen's strike—mana filled with both light and dark energy.

So, Alan twisted his body and dodged.

Boom!

Eisen landed with a thunderous crash, forming a massive crater nearly five meters wide in the ground.

Turning his head, Eisen chuckled mockingly. "What happened to all that bravado? Now you're just a little rat, scurrying and dodging."

But just as he finished speaking, his smile froze.

A deep sense of dread washed over him.

He couldn't move. Not even a single step.

Thin crystal threads—finer than strands of hair—had silently wrapped themselves around his body, binding him in place.

No matter how much strength he exerted, the mana-infused threads would not break. Their toughness was absurd.

In that moment, Alan had already flashed above him.

Behind Alan, numerous Holy Flame Light Swords shimmered in the air.

Most dazzling of all was the holy sword staff in Alan's hand.

Both the staff and the floating light swords were now laced with razor-sharp mana blades—fully formed and refined.

The destructive force was terrifying.

Even a true Tier-Diamond powerhouse wouldn't escape unscathed from a blow like this.

Let alone Eisen—who had only temporarily mimicked the power of Tier-Platinum through some unknown method.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

The holy swords rained down like a thunderstorm.

Eisen's Wings of Light and Darkness didn't even last a second.

They were torn to shreds, riddled with holes.

Alan stepped onto Eisen's shoulders, slowly raising the holy sword staff in his hand.

The tip pointed directly at Eisen's skull.

His expression was utterly cold, and the killing intent in his eyes made the spectators shudder.

"Stop!!"

Krom rushed forward, shouting at Alan, "If you dare kill him, Lioncrest Academy will never forgive you! You and your sister will have nowhere left to—"

Shink!

Before Krom could finish, Alan thrust the sword downward.

A thin line of blood appeared on Eisen's forehead—

—right where the holy sword had pierced clean through.

Eisen's body collapsed, lifeless.

But Alan wasn't finished.

With a fierce kick, he sent Eisen's corpse flying into the air.

Mana chains shot out like snakes, coiling tightly around the body.

Then came the tearing. Relentless, brutal tearing.

Bit by bit, Eisen's corpse was ripped apart like a rag doll.

Fresh blood rained down from the sky.

Alan stood beneath it all, bathed in the crimson shower. His face twisted into a fearsome grimace—like a grim reaper descending upon the world.

After a long moment, he raised his holy sword staff again and pointed it at the remaining members of Lioncrest Academy.

In a voice cold enough to freeze the air, he declared:

"Next! Come die!"

The Lioncrest students froze.

No one dared take a single step forward.

After all, their strongest warrior, Eisen, was already dead.

What chance did the rest of them stand?

They'd be cannon fodder. Nothing more than lambs to the slaughter.

Seeing no one answer, Alan's voice thundered again:

"I said… NEXT! COME DIE!!"

The students' legs were trembling.

They exchanged horrified glances—then turned and fled.

But Alan had no intention of letting them go.

Several holy flame swords shot out from behind him.

Moments later, the fleeing students were all writhing in agony—

Their bodies reduced to burning husks as the sacred fire devoured them.