All MILFs are Mine Chapter 304: He is just playing
Previously on All MILFs are Mine...
Royal Castle — King Adwin’s Chambers
King Adwin stood motionless before the full-length mirror, his golden-plated armor casting a cold gleam under the flickering torchlight. A delicate necklace rested in his open palm: a single emerald leaf pendant engraved with flowing ancient Elvish script.
For a long moment, he simply stared at it.
"Hah..."
A weary breath escaped his lips.
Without saying a word, he tossed the necklace back into its velvet-lined drawer and slammed it shut. His reflection glared back with a hard, unyielding expression—the face of a man prepared for what was to come.
He reached for the sword at his hip, sheathed it with a sharp metallic click, and marched out.
The heavy doors swung open.
Thud
"Your Majesty."
The Army General bowed the very instant Adwin appeared.
The King didn’t break his stride, continuing to walk forward.
"Rise. Walk with me."
They moved through the echoing marble corridor, their boots striking the floor in perfect unison.
"Is the army ready?" Adwin asked, his voice flat and devoid of emotion.
"Yes, Your Majesty. Ten thousand standard soldiers, one hundred battle-mages, sixty healers, twenty-five Elite Royal Guards, seven Royal Mages, and three Army Commanders. All are assembled and awaiting your command."
Adwin’s jaw tightened.
"Any word from the Mage Tower?"
"They’ve departed in carriages, sir. And... they’re bringing Sir Dreulis with them."
Adwin halted mid-step.
The temperature in the corridor suddenly seemed to drop.
"Dreulis?" His voice fell to a dangerously low pitch. "Why?"
"Ruben’s letter stated that the lich has taken a personal interest in the explosion. They intend to examine the site themselves."
Adwin’s gloved hand flexed once around the hilt of his blade.
"What of Dredis? Why hasn’t my messenger returned?"
"His trace was detected near the center of the Duran Mountain’s southern entrance. But... Royal Mages report that his aura was completely severed by a powerful barrier cast around the entire valley. No mana is being tracked inside that barrier," the General informed him.
Both of them stepped out into the blinding daylight of the grand courtyard.
Before them stood thousands of steel-clad soldiers in perfect ranks, their banners snapping in the wind like the beating of war drums.
"The rest await at the kingdom gates, Your Majesty," the General added quietly.
Adwin drew a slow, deep breath.
"I needed all of them to hear this, but fine..."
Then, he unsheathed his blade in one fluid motion.
<Enraging Spirit>
A crimson aura exploded outward from his body, washing over the courtyard like spilled blood. The air itself seemed to scream under the pressure.
"MY SOLDIERS!"
His voice boomed, shaking the very stones beneath their feet.
"TODAY YOU WILL SEE THINGS YOU HAVE ONLY HEARD IN NIGHTMARE TALES YOU ONCE TOLD YOUR CHILDREN TO KEEP THEM INDOORS!
TODAY YOU WILL FACE POWERS THAT DWARF YOUR OWN!
BUT I—YOUR KING—WILL STAND IN THE FRONT LINE WITH YOU! I WILL CARVE A PATH THROUGH HELL ITSELF IF I MUST!
AND I WILL LEAD EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU TO VICTORY!
MAY THE GODS WITNESS THIS MOMENT AND WELCOME US INTO HEAVEN WITH OPEN HANDS!
BECAUSE NO MAN TODAY WILL DIE WITHOUT RAISING THEIR SWORD AND GIVING IT THEIR ALL!!
TO VICTORY!!!!!!!!!!"
A deafening roar answered his call.
Thousands of swords were ripped free of their scabbards in perfect unison.
"TO VICTORRYYYYYYYYYYYY!!"
Without another word, Adwin swung himself onto the royal warhorse.
The beast reared once, then surged forward.
Behind him, the sea of steel and crimson banners rolled like an unstoppable avalanche toward the kingdom gates.
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Duran Mountains, Southern Entrance
The dust still hung thick in the air, forming a gray shroud over the blackened crater where a forest once stood.
Leon stood at the very edge of Rees’s barrier, his bare hands loose at his sides. His crimson eyes remained calm behind the white mask as he watched the settling ash.
"Sir..." Rees murmured. "I sense something."
Fruela’s finger snapped upward from her perch.
"There. In the smoke."
Dredis’s breath caught in his throat.
A towering shadow loomed amid the gray veil—a creature with four arms, standing easily twelve feet tall.
"That thing can’t be human," Dredis whispered, his voice shaking. He reached into his belt and pulled a thin blowpipe, loading a poisoned dart with trembling fingers.
Leon didn’t even glance at him.
<Inspect>
A faint yellow window flickered in his vision alone.
[Name: Melare] [Class: Martial Artist] [Race: Demon] [Level: 55] [HP: 780000/780000] [MP: 5000/5000] [Description: One of the twelve rulers of the demonic village Juhorn. Born with hyper-regenerative flesh. Mastered the martial arts of a human adventurer after killing him.]
The dust finally parted.
Melare stepped forward.
Half of his blue hide was charred black and weeping, while the other half was still steaming. Rage twisted his fanged face into a demonic snarl.
He raised one clawed finger straight at Leon.
"Were you the one who caused that explosion?"
Leon summoned Nyxter in a single fluid motion. The black blade materialized in his grip, its edge shining in the sunlight.
"Assassin," he said lightly, never taking his eyes off Melare, "you can leave now."
Dredis didn’t need to be told twice.
"T-Thanks..."
He vanished from the branch like smoke.
Leon tilted his head slightly.
"Yes," he answered simply. "I was the one."
<Flowbind Breathing>
Fuuuuu—
Melare’s lips peeled back in a sneer.
"You are dead."
He vanished.
A heartbeat later, he reappeared directly behind Leon, four massive fists already hammering forward.
<Iron Punches: Dimensional Hit>
Each punch turned metallic, the air screaming as they tore through the sound barrier itself.
<Blind Spot>
Leon disappeared from Melare’s vision for exactly one second.
THUD—THUD—THUD—THUD!
Four craters exploded into the scorched earth where Leon had just been standing.
"Master..." Fruela breathed with a worried expression.
"His head..." Dusk said, already rising to his feet as his eyes focused completely on Leon.
Melare’s eyes widened in shock.
"What the—"
A white flash spread across his neck.
Leon reappeared behind the demon, Nyxter’s edge dripping with vivid blue blood.
Swish.
Thud.
Melare’s head toppled cleanly from his shoulders and rolled across the ash.
"Wow... he died that fast?" Rees asked in a low voice.
Enid’s voice trembled.
"He’s not dead. Master, his head is regenerating—"
A brutal fist exploded from the side toward Leon’s face.
"I know," Leon said, smiling as he looked at Enid.
He ducked under the blow without any hurry.
The punch whistled past his mask, close enough to stir the air.
Swish—
Leon straightened, turning slowly.
Melare already stood whole again—a new head sprouting seamlessly from the stump, flesh knitting together with sickening wet sounds.
"Well, well..." Leon murmured, his smile widening. "Aren’t you regenerating fast?"
"Oh... I have seen this before." Rees spoke as he looked at Leon.
"Hmm...? What do you mean?" Dusk asked with a confused expression.
"Didn’t I tell you about the Hob-goblin that sir Leon played with?" Rees asked in return.
"Yes, what about it?" Dusk replied.
"Well... He is doing the same with the Demon. The movements of sir Leon’s body are lazy and slow; he is dodging the attacks slowly on purpose."
"You are telling me that you think master is playing with that demon?" Dusk asked with a shocked expression.
"I don’t think that, I just know he is playing with the Demon," Rees replied.