All MILFs are Mine Chapter 310: The demons must be really desperate

Previously on All MILFs are Mine...

Dreulis pondered Leon's enigmatic passive skills, viewing him as both a formidable foe and intriguing subject, while Rees advised against overanalyzing the mystery. As dust cleared from the explosion, the group faced surviving demons led by Merlin, a powerful Aura Master demon with titles of Dark Knight and Last Stander, who accused Leon of slaying his brother Melare. Tensions escalated when Merlin proposed a blood pact for a one-on-one death duel, excluding Dreulis after the mage shattered the initial circle, with the stakes including the lives of all demons if Leon prevailed—or the humans' if he fell—and a deadly boundary preventing escape.

"Alright then... Let’s begin this duel." With a grin on his face, Merlin declared as he lifted both hands, causing the air to warp around them.

<Pain’s recovery>

[{Multi-Cast} has been activated]

[{Adrenaline rush} has been activated]

[{Glitch point} has been activated]

...

In an instant, pitch-black armor enveloped Leon's entire form, and his eyes shifted to utter darkness.

*Thud*

The mask covering his face dropped to the ground with a thud.

"Kill or Die." In a deep tone, Leon murmured while lifting his hand once more, drawing Nyxter’s handle straight to his grasp.

*Grab*

He seized it firmly, as the remaining blades soared in from various angles and locked onto the handle.

"What sort of sword is that?" Ruben inquired, his face etched with bewilderment.

"A sword that comes apart... This is the first time I’ve encountered one like it, even though I figured I’d wielded every weapon out there." Adwin commented gravely, fixing his gaze on Leon.

"Aura cut First Form : THOUSAND BLADES." Activating his ability, Merlin unleashed countless unseen blades forged from pure aura, hurtling toward Leon at maximum velocity.

*Tang-Tang-Tang-Tang-Tang*

Every one of the thousand blades struck Leon at top speed, yet he remained rooted in place.

"Hmm... That armor you’ve got, it’s impressive. Once you’re gone, I’ll claim it for myself. I’ll tear it off—" Merlin’s words cut short as Leon lifted his hand.

"Steel web Reflect..."

[250% magic damage will be reflected!!!]

"His bloodlust..." Merlin whispered lowly, sensing an intense danger radiating from Leon out of nowhere.

*Swish*

Abruptly, Leon vanished from Merlin’s view.

"What?" Shock widened Merlin’s eyes as he instantly detected Leon’s presence right at his back.

*Touch*

Leon pressed his middle finger to Merlin’s back and uttered.

"Steel web Reflect..."

[250% magic damage will be reflected]

All at once, Merlin’s body began shaking fiercely, with blood erupting in all directions.

"GWAAAHHHHHH..."

"What the-!?"

"How did he-!?"

Ruben and Gris stood stunned the moment they witnessed Leon’s technique.

"What technique is that?" Adwin questioned, confusion clouding his features.

"A teleportation technique fused with reflection... The energy to power it came straight from his armor." Dreulis answered steadily, keeping his attention locked on Leon.

After spewing a gush of blood, Merlin’s healing ability activated, mending his injuries in a mere instant.

He darted away from Leon without delay, moving at breakneck pace.

*Swish*

’What in the world was that? It was like my own strike bounced back at me, twice as powerful. I knew he could teleport, but how’s he doing it so swiftly?’ Merlin pondered seriously, eyeing Leon.

"Haven’t even drawn my sword yet, and you’re already fleeing?" Leon taunted mockingly, glancing at Merlin.

"Y-You..." Merlin stammered, hoisting his hands anew, upon which two glowing crimson swords materialized in his grip.

Merlin thrust both swords into his own hearts without hesitation.

*BOOOOOOOOOM*

A surge of bloodlust exploded from Merlin’s frame, turning him fully crimson while his eyes blazed with golden light.

"He offered up his own hearts to finish the ritual." Enid stated solemnly, her eyes flaring wide in astonishment.

"My, my... Seems it’s time to get serious about this." A sly grin crept over Leon’s face as he spoke.

"What do you know of this ritual, little demon girl?" Dreulis inquired, turning his gaze toward Enid.

"What!?" Ruben exclaimed in shock, staring at Dreulis.

"A demon?" Gris queried, whipping around to face Enid.

"She’s a demon?" Adwin demanded seriously, clenching his sword tighter.

Before Enid could respond, Dusk positioned himself in front of her, his eyes boring into Adwin with lethal bloodlust.

"Don’t you dare lay a finger on her, or master will reduce you and this entire kingdom to ashes." Dusk warned in a grave tone.

Adwin retreated a step, eyeing Dusk and easing his sword down.

"Fine... If she belongs to sir Michael as a slave, then I’ve got no issue." Adwin responded evenly.

"Good..." Dusk acknowledged, stepping back from Enid gradually.

"You were explaining the ritual." Dreulis prompted quietly.

"Ah yes... Blood hounds stands as the sole sword art usable by aura masters. Yet it’s banned because it demands the offering of two hearts.

It makes no difference whose hearts they are, and with demons possessing six, Merlin gave up two of his to slay master.

Upon completing the offering, the caster gains immense physical strength and a mystical vision revealing two seconds ahead." Enid detailed calmly.

"A forbidden offering spell that bestows vast power and foresight into the future. I suspect it carries severe consequences." Dreulis noted.

"The spell lasts just three minutes unless the swords claim a life within that span... Otherwise, they seize control of the user and drain him dry." Enid clarified.

"The curse of takeover as payback. It seems demons are pulling out all stops to claim victory this round... Throwing away their souls and flesh just to topple a human is insane." Dreulis remarked, shifting his focus to Leon and spotting an oddity with his blade.

Leon ran his middle finger along Nyxter’s edge, sliding it to the opposite side.

The moment he triggered the ability, flames leaped high in Dreulis’ eyes.

’That ability... I’ve witnessed it once before. It doesn’t hail from this world. Could it be... he conquered that ordeal?’ Dreulis wondered, his intrigue swelling ever further.