All MILFs are Mine Chapter 295: Rexian Bear
Previously on All MILFs are Mine...
The moment Rees reached out toward Leon’s shoulder, Leon’s hand snapped upward with the speed of a predator, gripping the limb with devastating power.
Grab
Crack
"Shit—" Rees spat, cursing as he tried to yank his arm back by instinct.
*Crack*
The sickening sound of breaking continued.
Inside Leon’s clenched fist, shards of bone ground against one another as Rees’ hand was ruthlessly pulverized. Crimson fluid seeped through Leon’s fingers, splashing onto the soil.
Leon’s face was twisted in a mask of agony. His brow was deeply furrowed, and his jaw was set so tightly it seemed his teeth might shatter. Every fiber of his being vibrated as if his muscles were about to rip themselves apart.
’The pain is unbearable... no—it’s worse than the depths of hell,’ Leon thought, his mind flickering on the edge of darkness.
’It feels like my physical form is being fed into a grinder repeatedly. There is a momentary pause... just enough to spark hope... before the torture resumes all over again.’
His breaths became jagged and uneven.
’It’s like thousands—no, millions—of needles are stabbing into every inch of me simultaneously. Deep in my bones. Flowing through my veins. Dammit... how much longer must I endure this!?’
Rees stumbled backward while cradling the mangled remains of his hand, his face turning ghostly pale despite his undead nature.
’I fear Master Leon might fail to fully integrate the power of that core,’ Rees mused grimly, forcing himself to take a seat on the stump of a fallen tree.
’However... if he manages to succeed... nothing in this world will be capable of halting his path after today.’
Six hours dragged by as the darkness of night faded away...
"Hm...?" Rees slowly raised his head.
A slender beam of dawn light filtered through the forest canopy, painting the forest floor in a gentle golden glow.
’Morning has already arrived...’ His hollow eyes drifted back to Leon.
Leon remained seated on the earth, perfectly still.
Crusts of dried blood covered his face, neck, and arms. His flesh appeared scorched, almost as if it had been cooked by an intense heat trapped within his body. With every sluggish breath, plumes of white-hot steam billowed from his mouth and nose.
Shhhhhhh...
Fuuuuuu....
His chest rose and fell with great effort. Thick layers of sweat coated his skin, dripping away like condensation forming on white-hot metal.
’An ordinary mortal would have perished long ago...’ Rees thought, his tone heavy with awe.
’Just how formidable is Sir Leon’s will... to suffer such torment for this long without his mind breaking?’
Crack—Crack—Crack—Crack
Suddenly, the sound of fracturing bone resonated through the clearing.
Rees’ eyes snapped wide.
Leon’s skin began to shift unnaturally, as though something underneath was squirming and rearranging his very essence.
"What the—!?" Rees scrambled back to his feet.
Crack—Crack—Crack—Crack
Leon’s eyes flew open.
They were completely bloodshot, filled with ruptured vessels.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
A scream erupted from him, piercing the forest like the howl of a dying beast. The agony returned in an instant, intensified beyond all logic. Bones within his frame shattered one after another, snapping and twisting as if an unseen force was dismantling him from the inside out.
His limbs contorted at impossible angles. His frame convulsed violently, appearing as though he were possessed by a demonic entity.
"T-The final stage...!" Rees cried out, his voice laced with panic.
"It is the final phase! SIR LEON—THIS IS THE LAST STEP OF THE ABSORPTION! YOUR BODY IS REBUILDING ITS ENTIRE SKELETON! YOU MUST HOLD ON!"
CRACK—CRACK—CRACK—CRACK—CRACK—CRACK—CRACK
"IT HURTS LIKE HEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL—!!!" Leon shrieked.
"IT HURTS—IT FUCKING HURTS—!!!"
Larger bones broke with violent force. His legs twisted with stomach-turning sounds.
Rees balled his hands into fists.
’He won’t make it through this...’
’Water. I must find water—immediately.’
He drove his wand into the dirt.
<Undead’s Scan>
Waves of invisible Mana radiated outward.
"Fuck..." Rees hissed. "There is no river close by..."
Gritting his teeth, he channeled even more Mana into the technique.
"I will push the range to its absolute limit."
It didn't take long to find a source.
Ten kilometers away—a river.
"There."
"Alzeris Vom... Julan Revio... Telekenris... Roka."
Thud
The magic took hold.
Leon’s mangled, twitching body was slowly hoisted into the air.
’The internal heat is skyrocketing too quickly,’ Rees thought with rising urgency.
’If I don’t submerge him in water right now... his body is going to detonate.’
He hurriedly cast his wand aside and drew a parchment from his robes. It was covered in dense runes—an emergency spell.
"I am sorry, Medina..." Rees murmured under his breath.
"But this is a matter of life and death."
"Olmar Ilon Yumol Loruo... Des Tele Froun Porte."
Thud
As he struck the earth with his wand, every drop of Mana within his body was ruthlessly siphoned away.
Both figures vanished instantly.
...
Ten kilometers away...
Swish
Leon and Rees materialized on the banks of a massive river fed by a grand, towering waterfall.
Using the final dregs of his Mana, Rees maneuvered Leon over the rushing water.
The spell gave way.
SPLASH
Leon’s body plummeted into the river.
His agonized screams were cut short immediately.
Thud
Rees’ body suddenly locked up.
He collapsed face-first onto the ground like a doll with its strings cut.
’Shit...’
’My Mana is completely depleted... those two spells drained everything I had...’
’It’s alright... the necro-heart will recover some energy soon and then I can—’
Shush
His train of thought stopped cold.
’What... was that noise?’
Sniff—Sniff
’Something is near my legs...’
Sniff—Sniff—Sniff
The sound drew nearer.
Rees’ hollow sockets slowly looked up as a giant shadow engulfed him.
"Gaww...?"
A terrifying beast loomed over him.
A Rexian Bear.
Sixteen feet in height. Ten feet in width.
It possessed two massive heads.
One head sniffed at Rees’ skeletal form.
The other head turned its snout toward the river.
Its scarred visage was marked by deep gashes and old wounds—proof of the countless conflicts it had survived.
’No... no no no...’ Rees’ mind screamed in terror.
’Not one of these... why did it have to be a Rexian Bear?’
’If the winter had lasted just one more day... this wouldn’t be happening.’
’It must be the local lord of this territory, newly awakened from its hibernation.’
’A Rexian Bear possesses the strength of a lesser dragon. They can slaughter ogre chiefs in a duel. Their hide is harder than steel, and their jaws can easily splinter the shell of a Vulmort Tortoise.’
’And after their winter sleep... their senses are sharp enough to catch the scent of blood from miles away—’
"Gaww..."
The second head suddenly snapped toward the water.
Then, the beast moved.
’No—!’
’Sir Leon—!’
Rees struggled desperately to stir, trying to force any remaining speck of Mana to obey him.
’I must stand... I have to—!’
But his frame refused to budge.
*Splash*
The Rexian Bear waded into the river.
A moment later, it located Leon.
Grab
The monster clamped its powerful jaws around Leon’s limp form.
And then, it dragged him away into the depths of the forest.