All MILFs are Mine Chapter 312: RAG-AL-WILKAR
Previously on All MILFs are Mine...
*SWISH-SWISH-SWISH-SWISH-SWISH-SWISH-SWISH-SWISH*
Merlin swung his blades with astonishing speed, yet despite their rapid motion, not a single one managed to graze Leon.
Leon weaved gracefully through the onslaught of strikes, evading them with ease.
All at once, Merlin halted his assault and glared at Leon with fury in his eyes.
"What?" Leon inquired, his eyes fluttering open as he regarded Merlin with a grin.
"Are you only planning to evade my strikes? Or will you finally strike back?" Merlin questioned, his face etched with bewilderment.
"For the moment, I'll stick to dodging. Just waiting for that forbidden technique of yours to overwhelm you and shatter you entirely," Leon replied with a grin while eyeing Merlin.
"How do you know about—" Merlin began, but he cut himself off, whipping around to face Enid.
"Heh." Enid met his gaze with a sly, knowing smirk.
"You treacherous wench. You revealed the Demon arts to him?" Merlin demanded, his tone grave.
"And what will you do about it?" Enid countered with a smile, fixing her eyes on Merlin.
"Tch... Damn it all. Since things have reached this point, I'll throw everything into this fight," Merlin declared as he swiftly lifted one blade and chopped off his own hand.
"Hmm...?" Leon regarded him with puzzlement.
"Oh no... Master, halt him! He's about to perform the possession ritual!" Enid yelled at the top of her voice.
"What's that?" Adwin wondered, confusion clouding his features.
"A possession ritual summons the soul of a demonic elder from the infernal depths.
It's akin to invoking your grandfather's spirit to inhabit your form and aid you in combat, though the price for such an act is extraordinarily steep," Dreulis explained evenly, turning toward Adwin.
"What price does the ritual exact?" Adwin pressed, still looking baffled.
"To call forth a soul from hell, your own soul must take its place. Once possession occurs, the demon elder's soul seizes control of Merlin's body," Enid cut in urgently, her face twisted in alarm.
"The demon girl speaks true... With Merlin already on the brink of possession by those swords, he'd sooner invoke this ritual than yield to defeat before him," Dreulis affirmed.
"So, does that mean both the sword spirit and the elder demon's soul will inhabit his form?" Ruben inquired, his expression perplexed.
"No, the elder demon's soul would swiftly dominate the sword spirit. That boy lacks the strength to resist, especially with the summoning circle etched on his hand—all he had to do was sever it as an offering," Dreulis responded.
"WITH THIS SACRIFICE OF MY SOUL... I CALL FORTH THE NOBLEST OF MY LINEAGE. GREAT DEMON GENERAL RAG-AL-WILKAR.
COME, POSSESS MY FLESH AND VANQUISH MY FOE!" Merlin bellowed as a brilliant light burst from the summoning tattoo across his severed hand.
"Oh no. He's invoked Ragal," Enid said gravely.
"Who is Ragal?" Gris asked, visibly confused.
"Ragal stood among the most exceptional demons our kind ever birthed—and when I say exceptional, I mean it. He ranked as one of the supreme sword saints.
Legends of his exploits echo through the demon realms, tales used to lull human children into slumber. They say Ragal once decimated a ten-thousand-strong human army using a mere fractured blade.
Can you fathom such demonic might?" Dreulis recounted, his voice shifting to solemnity.
*THUD*
In an instant, Merlin's form collapsed limply to the earth.
"Should I finish him off now?" Leon pondered aloud, advancing toward Merlin's inert body.
*Step-step-step-step-step*
'I realize I shouldn't attempt this... Yet I'll seize the chance to slay him in his vulnerable state. Can't let this perfect opening slip away,' Leon mused inwardly as he hoisted his sword and drew it back.
*SWISH*
Leon unleashed the blade at maximum velocity, aiming straight for Merlin's throat.
*Catch*
"Damn..." Leon muttered, detaching the final blade from Nyxter and leaping back from Merlin's prone figure.
*Step*
"Haaaaa... Who disturbs my slumber after all these centuries?" His voice transformed utterly as he rose from the dirt.
Cracks spiderwebbed across his face, crimson light seeping from the fissures. His eyes blackened entirely, brimming with primal bloodlust.
"Hmm...? It seems I've been pulled back into the mortal realm, but what in the hells is amiss with this vessel?
So frail it can't even contain my soul's essence properly. Ah... Blood Hound Blades." Ragal mused, scooping up both weapons and examining them with a grin.
"It's been ages since I wielded these beauties..." Ragal said as he crossed the blades in an X formation and slashed them toward Leon from afar.
*SWISH-SWISH*
"Oh my god..." Adwin gasped, his eyes bulging in astonishment.
"What?" Dusk queried, looking puzzled.
"That technique... I recognize it—it's the Ghastly Blades of Whistling Air. When swung with exacting force and precision, it unleashes two unseen, soundless blades from the swords and... See there." Adwin described, pointing toward Leon.
Leon remained frozen in place on the far side.
*Cough*
Abruptly, he hacked up blood as two vivid red streaks formed in an X across his steel web armor.
'I detected nothing... Not even my instincts picked it up, and I'm certain my body's been quartered. Thankfully, I triggered Pain's Recovery from the battle's outset, and the injuries are mending swiftly.
Still, I can't battle that entity... He's far too formidable. Those ethereal air blades pierced me so cleanly that the agony hit seconds later,' Leon reflected gravely, staring at Ragal.
"Hmm...? Regeneration as well, eh? Excellent. I loathe battling something as flimsy as tissue paper. Now, how long until you rise again?" Ragal inquired with a smirk.