All MILFs are Mine Chapter 303: Let’s get this party started

A freezing gust rolled down from the craggy summits, bringing with it the crisp aroma of pine needles and the faint trace of distant smoke.

Leon was positioned atop a gnarled tree stump at the valley's mouth. With his legs crossed in a relaxed manner and his masked gaze directed toward the sky, he appeared to be simply savoring the afternoon air. Behind the narrow slits of his mask, a steady crimson light glowed, betraying no emotion.

Rees stood beside him with arms crossed, while Enid gripped Leon’s hand tightly with both of hers. Her knuckles were stark white, and her delicate face was filled with visible anxiety.

High above them, Fruela balanced with perfect poise on the topmost branch of a blackened ancient pine. Her eyes were narrowed as she monitored the forest's rhythm—the sudden flight of birds, larger beasts freezing in their tracks, and even tiny rodents scurrying for deep cover.

Further along the mountain ridge, Dredis remained crouched within the shadows. His dark assassin attire merged seamlessly with the tree bark as he observed the peculiar group with deepening bewilderment.

’What in the nine hells are they doing? Just sitting there like they’re waiting for something? I don’t understand why he brought me along... What is his plan?’

Enid’s voice shook as she tightened her hold on Leon’s hand.

"Master... I-I still don’t think this is a good idea. How are we supposed to fight so many demons—"

"What did you find, Dusk?" Leon cut her off smoothly, his tone calm and bordering on bored.

*Swish—*

The air shimmered like a disturbed reflection on water.

Dusk materialized instantly before Leon, dropping to his knees without delay.

"Master. I located two demons. One is massive—at least twelve feet tall, possessing four arms and pure muscle, with blue skin stained in blood. The other is smaller, nearly human in shape aside from the horns and tail. He utilizes short-range teleportation—flicking in and out of existence faster than the eye can follow. They were bickering over patrol duties while casually slaughtering two human adventurers. And..." Dusk’s slitted pupils contracted. "The blue one knows you’re here, Master. A crow informed him."

"I see... so he knows." Leon gave a subtle nod.

’Master didn’t even glance at me... yet he knew the precise second I arrived. My aura was entirely suppressed, hidden even from those demons. But Master sensed me regardless.’

"Very well," Leon whispered.

He stood up gracefully from the stump and approached Dusk, resting a hand upon his head.

"Did you place the bead I gave you?" Leon inquired with a neutral expression.

"Yes, Master. Right in the center of their location."

Leon’s hand remained there for a brief moment before pulling away. He turned.

"Rees. Is the spell ready?"

Rees bowed his head slightly.

"Yes, Sir. A full-domain barrier has been established across the southern entrance of the valley. Nothing enters. Nothing leaves. Not without your permission."

Behind his mask, Dredis’s eyes went wide.

’Bead? Barrier? What are they talking about? What kind of trap is this? Do they actually intend to fight the demons like this?’

Leon’s masked face tilted toward the heavens.

"Very good..." A slow, menacing smile formed beneath the mask. "Then let’s get this party started and greet our guests with some lite fireworks."

He threw both arms high into the air.

The instant his palms collided—

"KABOOM."

A blinding pillar of white-gold radiance erupted from the valley’s heart.

It surged upward, shredding the forest canopy and punching a hole directly through the clouds.

Fruela’s pupils turned to slits. Dredis nearly fell from his perch at the sight of it.

"Wow..." Rees remarked with a stoic face, while a grin spread across Dusk’s features.

Then—

*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!*

The detonation was cataclysmic.

A growing sphere of absolute devastation consumed half the mountainside in a heartbeat. Trees were turned to ash instantly. Boulders shifted into molten slag. The shockwave surged outward like a tsunami of sound and kinetic force, crushing everything in its path before slamming against the invisible barrier Rees had constructed at the valley mouth. Scarcely a single minor monster survived within the range.

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Every hair on Dredis’ body stood on end; he couldn't comprehend the destruction he had witnessed, and only one question repeated in his mind...

’Who the hell is this guy?’

...

The entire human kingdom felt the tremor.

Windows rattled in cities far away. Candle flames flickered and died out. Livestock began to panic in their pens.

...

Mage Tower — Top Floor...

*Crack*

Old man Gris, the Elder Archmage of the tower, was in the middle of a magic lecture for thirty students when his head snapped toward the window.

For a moment, the sky outside became brighter than high noon.

"Hmm...?" His wrinkled brow creased deeply. "What was that?"

*Knock-knock.*

The door creaked open.

"Class is dismissed," Gris stated without looking back, his voice turning as cold as steel.

The students exchanged confused looks.

"Huh?" "What just happened?" "This class never finishes early..." "I think Lord Gris is unwell."

...

"I said the class is over. Get. Out." Gris barked this time.

The room was vacant within seconds.

Ruben, the nephew of King Adwin, stepped inside the moment the last student escaped, his face grim.

"Ruben," Gris started without preamble, "did you—"

"Yes, Elder. The shockwave came from an explosion in the southern Duran Mountains. I have already prepared the carriages. The King has been notified—he is mobilizing the army as we speak. We depart immediately."

Gris turned around slowly.

"Where is Dreulis?"

"Elder Dreulis will be traveling with us. He is already waiting in the carriage."

Gris began to walk toward the exit.

"Someone has found the village." His voice was low and lethal. "Did you say a word of this to the King?"

Ruben’s face turned pale.

"No, Elder. I swear it on my life."

Gris watched him intently for a long moment.

"Hmm. Our objective fails if the demons realize we were aware of the village. Who do you think is behind this?"

Ruben’s jaw tightened.

"There was... a man at the meeting. Wearing a white mask. He called himself the king of a place called Gotham. He introduced himself as Michael Jackson. He had no detectable aura. But when he looked at me..." Ruben’s voice lowered. "I felt... small. Like an insect under a glass. I have met many kings. Some cruel, some brave, some greedy. But this one was... different. He didn't care about anything in that room. Not the throne, not the talks, not us. I believe there is a high probability he is responsible."

Gris gave a single nod.

"Good. Then we shall see for ourselves how he found the demon village... and what his intentions are."

They walked down the spiral staircase of the Mage Tower in silence.

Outside, a figure in black robes waited within the lead carriage.

"Dreulis, my old friend," Gris greeted as he climbed inside. "How are you?"

The figure slowly lifted his head and pulled back his hood.

A polished skeletal skull stared back. Twin blue flames flickered in the dark sockets, and arcane runes glowed softly across the bone.

"I sensed the explosion," Dreulis rasped, his voice sounding like wind through dead leaves. "This magic is... strange. No known spell disperses mana in such a way. It violates every theorem we know."

Gris sat down opposite the lich.

"Then perhaps it is time we meet the man who caused it."

The carriage door shut firmly and the wheels began to roll.