All MILFs are Mine Chapter 308: The Blow up
Previously on All MILFs are Mine...
While Adwin rode ahead into the valley's center, a tree stump caught his eye—
Neatly sliced by magical means.
"HALT." Adwin bellowed, thrusting his fist skyward. His followers came to an abrupt stop right behind him.
The generals lifted their hands too, bringing the entire army to a sudden standstill.
*Swish*
Dreulis materialized next to the stump and rested his skeletal palm upon it.
"He was here..." he murmured in a hushed tone.
"Who? The undead you mentioned earlier?" Gris inquired, his face etched with bewilderment.
"No. No. No..." Dreulis denied, shaking his head deliberately.
"That undead isn't operating independently. A more powerful entity accompanies him. Someone commanding his actions."
He fell silent for a moment.
"I can detect his aura."
The purple band on his middle finger shimmered, sending out an unseen surge of mana sweeping through the valley.
"He’s close... but I can’t determine his precise spot. It’s as if he’s employing some sort of—"
"Spell to conceal himself." A steady voice echoed from overhead without warning.
All heads jerked upward in unison.
Leon dangled inverted from a thick tree limb, his legs looped around it with ease.
His crimson eyes fixed on Dreulis through the mask.
"Sir, Michael Jackson... is that you?" Adwin questioned as he swiftly leaped off his mount.
Leon released his hold on the branch.
His form started plummeting—but with the weightlessness enveloping him, he called forth Nyxter and abruptly restored his mass.
*Thud*
Upon hitting the ground, Leon strode directly toward Adwin.
"Hm...?" Dreulis fixed his gaze on him, the fires in his sockets dancing anew.
’It’s him.’
"Hello... Adwin," Leon greeted in an even tone.
’His aura... it’s transformed. I sense his bloodlust. Exactly as Dredis described.’ Adwin pondered, smiling while extending his hand.
"How are you?" he inquired.
Leon clasped his hand and locked eyes with him.
"I’m good. Just demolished half this valley. Apologies for the destruction."
"Yeah, I heard about that from Dredis, and no need to apologize—we’re both kings. What exactly occurred?" Adwin responded composedly.
"I conducted some investigation following your recent gathering," Leon answered, clasping his hands behind his back.
"And I discovered there aren’t merely twelve demons lurking in this forest." He clarified, pausing briefly.
"I don’t think... I understand. Are you implying more than twelve exist?" Adwin stated, his grin tightening.
"An entire demon village lies concealed within this forest." Leon stated flatly, eyeing Adwin.
"What!? A complete village?" Adwin burst out.
"Sir Michael Jackson speaks the truth, Your Majesty," Gris affirmed gravely. "We uncovered the identical detail through sophisticated magic."
"And you’re revealing this to me now?" Adwin whirled on him, an oppressive aura seeping from his form. Anger was evident in his demeanor.
"I—I wasn’t entirely certain of the findings, Your Majesty. I couldn’t deliver unverified details," Gris stammered.
Leon cut in.
"Here’s a small present for you."
He accessed his inventory and retrieved a decapitated head.
"Catch." Leon uttered, tossing Melare’s head toward Ruben.
*Catch*
Ruben seized it—then let it slip from his grasp, horror overtaking his features.
*Thud*
"Who is that?" Adwin demanded.
"One of the twelve demons governing that village," Leon answered without emotion.
"His name was Melare. Taking him down wasn’t particularly challenging." He elaborated.
"You eliminated one of the twelve leaders... by yourself?" Dreulis questioned, eyeing Leon intently.
"So you’re the undead attempting to pierce the barrier," Leon remarked, tilting his head while regarding him.
<Inspect>
[Name: Dreulis]
[Class: Lich]
[Race: Undead]
[Level: 399]
[HP: -/-]
[MP: -/-]
[Description: Dreulis became a lich following betrayal by his cherished wife and her paramour. Nearing death’s door, he forged a pact with an enigmatic god for prohibited wisdom and an unspecified debt.]
’His level is staggering... I can’t discern his mana or HP,’ Leon reflected, his face turning solemn.
"Where is your lich?" Dreulis queried, glancing at Leon. "I’d like to encounter him, now that you’ve finished evaluating me."
"Rees," Leon whispered, lifting his hand and signaling with his fingers.
*Swish*
Rees materialized from nowhere and inclined his head in respect.
"Sir."
"Short-range teleportation? Interesting," Dreulis grumbled as he drew nearer.
"It’s fundamental for liches," Rees responded steadily.
"Our forms consist solely of bones. Teleportation comes more readily to the undead than to the living."
"Hm. You grasp your spells and their mechanics well—impressive." Dreulis approved with a nod.
"How much time has passed?" He wondered, spotting the faint inscription on Rees’ skeleton.
"More than a hundred years... I suspect I’m midway through yet another cycle." Rees answered, meeting Dreulis’ gaze.
"Well—" Before Dreulis could continue, he abruptly faced the barren expanse to his rear.
"You feel it as well, right?" He uttered softly.
"Master..." Rees said, spinning to face Leon at once.
Leon smirked subtly beneath his mask.
"Seems our visitors have arrived." He declared aloud.
Shapes advanced from afar.
"Demons..." Adwin whispered, drawing his blade as he positioned himself next to Leon.
"Master... Shall I evaluate their armaments up close?" Fruela offered impassively from overhead.
"No." Leon refused, a grin stretching across his face.
"Eleven in total," Gris noted, lifting his staff. "Every one possesses tremendous strength."
"Care to block your ears?" Leon suggested to Adwin.
"What? Why?" Adwin replied, puzzled.
"Well... We must greet our guests appropriately." Leon explained.
<Frenhiz Shield>
Rees invoked the spell without delay.
An enormous barrier of unseen mana rose before Leon and Adwin.
"What are you—" Dreulis started—
"I always enjoy this moment." Leon pivoted slightly, a broad smile hidden under his mask.
"Kaboom."
Twin streaks of searing white light burst upward from under the demons.
Then—
*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM*
*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM*
A pair of colossal blasts rocked the Duran valley, sending tremors through the entire human realm.
"WHAT’S HAPPENING?" Adwin demanded, bewildered as he glanced at Leon.
"I call it... The Blow up."