All MILFs are Mine Chapter 303: Let’s get this party started
Previously on All MILFs are Mine...
Duran Mountains — Southern Entrance
A biting chill descended from the craggy summits, bringing with it the subtle aroma of evergreen and the scent of smoke from afar.
Leon was positioned atop a worn tree stump at the valley's threshold. With his legs crossed in a relaxed manner, he tilted his masked face upward as if savoring the afternoon air. Behind the narrow slits of his mask, the crimson light remained steady and inscrutable.
Rees stood beside him with arms folded across his chest. Enid gripped Leon’s hand tightly with both of hers, her knuckles turning white as deep anxiety marked her refined features.
Perched high above on the topmost branch of a majestic black pine, Fruela maintained her balance with ease. Her eyes were narrowed as she monitored every movement in the forest—birds taking flight in a panic and animals freezing in their tracks before the smaller creatures scrambled for safety.
Further along the mountain ridge, Dredis remained crouched within the shadows of a tree, his dark assassin attire merging seamlessly with the bark. He observed the peculiar group below, his bewilderment growing by the second.
’What on earth are they doing? They’re just sitting there like they’re waiting for something. Why did he even bring me along? What is his plan?’
Enid’s voice shook with fear as she increased the pressure on Leon’s hand.
"Master... I-I still feel this is a mistake. How can we possibly fight so many demons—"
"What is the report, Dusk?" Leon interjected smoothly, his tone calm and bordering on indifferent.
*Swish—*
The atmosphere rippled like a disturbed pond.
Dusk appeared instantly in front of Leon, dropping to his knees without delay.
"Master. I have found two demons. One is a giant—at least twelve feet tall with four arms and a blue hide soaked in blood. The other is smaller and almost human in appearance, though he has horns and a tail. He utilizes short-range teleportation, blinking faster than one can see. They were bickering over patrol duties while slaughtering two human adventurers. And..." Dusk’s slitted pupils contracted. "The blue one is aware of your presence, Master. A crow informed him."
"I understand... so he knows." Leon gave a faint, subtle nod.
’Master didn’t even glance at me... yet he knew exactly when I arrived. My aura was entirely masked, hidden even from those demons. Yet, Master sensed me regardless.’
"Very well," Leon whispered.
He stood up gracefully from the stump and approached Dusk, resting a hand upon his head.
"Did you set the bead I provided?" Leon questioned with a blank expression.
"Yes, Master. It is placed exactly in the center of their location."
Leon’s hand remained for a brief moment before he pulled away and turned around.
"Rees. Is the spell prepared?"
Rees bowed his head slightly.
"Yes, Sir. A full-domain barrier has been established across the southern entrance of the valley. Nothing goes in, and nothing leaves without your consent."
Dredis’s eyes stretched wide behind his mask.
’Bead? Barrier? What are they talking about? What kind of trap is being laid? Do they really intend to battle the demons like this?’
Leon’s masked face turned toward the sky.
"Excellent..." A slow, menacing grin formed beneath the mask. "Then let us begin the festivities and welcome our guests with some light fireworks."
He threw both of his arms into the air.
The instant his palms struck together—
"KABOOM."
A dazzling bolt of white-gold radiance exploded from the center of the valley.
It surged upward, shredding the forest canopy and piercing a hole directly through the clouds.
Fruela’s pupils shrank into thin lines. Dredis nearly fell from his hiding spot the moment he witnessed the spectacle.
"Wow..." Rees remarked with a neutral face, while a grin spread across Dusk’s features.
Then—
*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!*
The detonation was nothing short of cataclysmic.
An expanding sphere of pure carnage consumed half the mountainside in a heartbeat. Trees were turned to ash instantly. Rocks melted into shimmering slag. The resulting shockwave surged outward like a tsunami of sound and kinetic energy, crushing everything in its path before hitting the invisible barrier Rees had placed at the valley's mouth. Hardly any low-level monsters within the mountains survived.
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Every hair on Dredis’ body stood on end; he couldn't comprehend what had just occurred, and a single thought repeated in his mind...
’Who the hell is this guy?’
...
The impact was felt throughout the entire human kingdom.
Windows shook in distant metropolitan areas.
The flames of candles flickered and died out.
Farm animals were thrown into a panic.
...
Mage Tower — Top Floor...
*Crack*
Old man Gris, the Elder Archmage of the tower, was in the middle of a magic lecture for thirty students when he snapped his head toward the window.
For a brief moment, the sky outside shone brighter than the midday sun.
"Hmm...?" His lined brow creased deeply. "What was that?"
*Knock-knock.*
The door creaked open slightly.
"Class is dismissed," Gris declared without turning his head, his voice suddenly as cold as steel.
The students traded confused looks.
"Huh?"
"What just happened?"
"This class never finishes ahead of schedule..."
"I suspect Lord Gris isn't feeling well."
...
"I said the class is over. Leave. Now!" Gris barked this time.
The room was vacant within seconds.
Ruben, the nephew of King Adwin, entered as the final student hurried out, his face set in a grim expression.
"Ruben," Gris started immediately, "did you—"
"Yes, Elder. The blast came from an explosion in the southern Duran Mountains. Carriages are already prepared. The King has been notified—he is currently mobilizing the army. We depart at once."
Gris turned around slowly.
"Where is Dreulis?"
"Elder Dreulis is joining us. He is already waiting in the carriage."
Gris began to walk toward the exit.
"Someone has found the village." His voice was hushed and dangerous. "Did you mention a word of this to the King?"
Ruben’s face lost its color.
"No, Elder. I swear it on my life."
Gris stared at him for a long beat.
"Hmm. Our entire strategy fails if the demons realize we were aware of the village. Who do you think is behind this?"
Ruben’s jaw clenched.
"There was... a man at the gathering. Wearing a white mask. He claimed to be the king of a place called Gotham. He introduced himself as Michael Jackson. I could detect no aura from him. But when he looked at me..." Ruben’s voice grew soft. "I felt... insignificant. Like a bug under a magnifying glass. I have encountered many kings. Some cruel, some brave, some greedy. But this man was... different. He didn't care for anything in that room. Not the crown, not the diplomacy, not us. I believe there is a strong chance he is the one responsible."
Gris gave a single nod.
"Good. Then we shall go and see for ourselves how he found the demon village... and what his intentions are."
They walked down the winding stairs of the Mage Tower in total silence.
Outside, a figure draped in black robes waited within the primary carriage.
"Dreulis, my old friend," Gris greeted as he entered. "How are you faring?"
The figure looked up slowly and pushed back his hood.
A clean, polished skull stared back.
Two blue fires flickered within the hollow sockets. Ancient runes shimmered softly across the bone.
"I felt the explosion," Dreulis rasped, his voice sounding like wind rustling through dead leaves. "The magic is... peculiar. No known spell disperses mana in that specific pattern. It contradicts every theorem we know."
Gris sat down across from the lich.
"Then it is time we finally meet the man who did this."
The carriage door shut firmly and the wheels started to roll.