All MILFs are Mine Chapter 306: BLACK DEATH’S GRAVEYARD

Previously on All MILFs are Mine...

Leon effortlessly counters Melare’s predictable attacks using his upgraded Blind Spot skill, mocking the demon's repetitive patterns. In a fit of rage, Melare traps the group in his Blooming Lotus Domain, a demonic art that uses lotus flowers to entangle and choke anyone harboring violent thoughts. While his allies struggle to resist the domain's effects, Leon reveals a new skill, Multiple Control, which allows his blades to operate as an automatic, high-speed defensive shield. Now immune to the constricting vines, Leon closes the distance on the stationary Melare, intending to finish the fight.

"S-Stay away from me..." Melare stammered, his face pale with hesitation as he stared at Leon.

"Oh, I'm coming for you... You should prepare to die," Leon answered with a distorted grin, maintaining his steady pace toward Melare.

'Something isn't right. He isn't deactivating his domain. Even though he realizes I'm about to end him... why is he keeping it active?' Leon mused, closing the gap while remaining fully alert.

...And then, it hit him.

The pressure surrounding Melare shifted abruptly—and his hand seal followed suit.

As soon as the Demon Art was unleashed, the watery surface beneath Leon’s feet began to suck him downward.

The spinning blades of Nyxter ceased their movement instantly, becoming trapped within the mire of the pond.

"What is your plan now?" Melare asked, a broad smirk stretching across his face.

"The harder you struggle to escape, the deeper it will pull you. If you expend even a tiny amount of mana, you'll sink even faster.

So... you should be very careful where you step next." He explained, watching Leon with a mocking grin.

"Haha... my body is constantly utilizing mana, you moronic demon," Leon countered with an air of indifference.

"So this is the maximum speed at which this puddle can drag me down." Leon remarked with a smile, casually strolling across the surface of the sludge.

"N-No way! H-How can you do that?!" Melare’s voice shook as he gazed at Leon, his expression filled with disbelief.

'The puddle can only pull things in by exploiting their mass and gravity. Since I triggered this skill before the engagement even started, I've already accumulated a hundred stacks.

My weight is currently no more than air. It has no power to pull me in.' Leon thought, a smirk widening on his lips.

"H-How is this possible? It shouldn't be feasible, regardless of what spell you employ, the puddle ought to drag you under." Melare whispered, his features contorted in sheer shock.

"Haa... I truly wish to kill you this instant," Leon stated flatly.

"However, I am aware you cannot be slain here. Your regeneration is already immense—and the moment you trigger this technique, it grows ten times stronger.

Ending your life inside your own domain is nearly an impossible feat."

"How could you possibly know that?" Melare questioned, his body tensing up.

"Do you see that woman standing over there?" Leon answered, gesturing toward Enid.

"She provided me with all the details regarding you lot."

Melare shifted his gaze to where Leon pointed.

The second he recognized her features, his eyes bulged with terror.

"Mistress of Night... Madam Enid. W-What is she doing in this place?"

*Swish*

A streak of white light tore through Melare’s neck.

*Thud*

His head tumbled into the dark pond.

Yet, before Leon could even blink, a new head had already grown back.

'Just as I suspected... Not even the Blade of Artimes can overcome his hyper regeneration within the domain.' Leon turned his attention toward Rees.

He gave a slight nod and signaled with his hand.

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30 minutes earlier...

"So you are claiming that while he is inside his domain, even if he remains motionless... he is invincible because of his healing factor?" Leon questioned Enid.

"That is precisely why I am concerned, Master," Enid answered somberly.

"Melare is no common demon. He was among the elite—an individual on the verge of being elevated to the rank of General."

"He will run out of mana eventually, won't he?" Leon asked with composure.

"How long is he able to sustain the domain?"

"That is the issue," Enid remarked.

"His domain doesn't drain his mana. He uses his arts to harness the ambient mana around him to keep it going."

"Sir Leon... I can handle his domain," Rees interjected softly.

"What do you intend to do?" Leon inquired.

...

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The present...

"Hm... very well," Rees whispered.

He lifted his wand, grasping it firmly with both hands.

"ALREMORE HUNTROS SURLOCOUS HULIKINAMA... ACTIVASAROS."

Rees drove his wand into the earth with great force.

"What are you planning?" Dusk asked with a serious tone.

"A forbidden art..." Enid breathed, her eyes widening in realization. "He intends to overwrite the domain."

She immediately halted the flow of her blood.

A heavy silence descended.

Crack—Crack—Crack—Crack

Fissures began to tear through Melare’s domain.

"N-No... What's happening?! W-What have you done—"

CRACKKKKKKKKKKKK

The domain shattered into pieces.

The sunlight vanished, replaced by the descent of a crimson moonlight.

Tombstones burst forth from the soil.

A gruesome graveyard consumed the entire landscape.

"Nothing holds more authority than death," Rees stated calmly. "Sensory Blocker."

He gave his wand a sharp twist.

Melare’s eyes rolled back, turning pure white.

His ability to hear vanished.

His lungs stopped drawing breath.

His sense of taste flickered out.

His skin went completely numb.

"Regeneration is useless if your brain cannot perceive the injury," Leon remarked coldly.

"With your senses stripped away, you're nothing more than a helpless bird."

Leon swung his blade upward.

Swish—Swish

Melare’s head was severed cleanly from his neck, and this time, it did not return.

*Thud*

Rees twisted his wand once more.

Myriads of black cords erupted from the earth, dragging Melare’s remains deep underground.

"Dispel," Rees commanded.

The graveyard domain faded away.

"Well... I must admit," Leon said, smiling as he looked over at Enid, "He wasn’t actually that formidable."

"Master... thousands of soldiers are approaching this location," Dusk reported as he materialized.

"I understand."

Leon retrieved his mask and secured it over his face once again.

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Hidden Demonic village, within a shadowed chamber...

Regoris was kneeling, his brow drenched in sweat and his face twisted with visible dread.

Standing before him was a massive figure, whose four green eyes were the only things visible in the darkness.

"How?"

"I-I don't know, Brothe—"

Swish

Thud

Before Regoris could finish his words, his head was sliced from his shoulders.

"Incorrect answer."

Within moments, Regoris’ head had fully regenerated.

"I-I was watching from the—"

Swish

Thud

"Wrong again."

Once more, Regoris’ second head hit the floor, but as soon as the third head formed, he pressed his face against the ground, his entire frame trembling with terror.

"Enid Snetz, a human, a black elf, a lich, and some sort of dark beast. But the human was sufficient to slay him... He toyed with Melare before finishing him. He is also capable of short-range teleportation." Regoris answered with a shaky voice.

"A human... one who slaughtered one of my most elite Demons. Hmm... Let us go and pay him a visit."