All MILFs are Mine Chapter 306: BLACK DEATH’S GRAVEYARD

Previously on All MILFs are Mine...

Leon easily predicts Melare's attack patterns, using his upgraded Blind Spot skill to outmaneuver the four-armed opponent. In a desperate move, Melare traps everyone within his Blooming Lotus Domain, a demonic art that chokes those who harbor violent thoughts. While Enid uses her poisonous blood to protect the others, Leon is quickly enveloped by the restrictive flowers. However, Leon reveals a new skill, Multiple Control, which allows him to automate his flying blades into a lethal defensive ring. Shredding through the domain's defenses with ease, Leon begins a steady march toward the immobilized Melare to deliver a final blow.

"D-Don’t come near me..." Melare stammered, his face pale with hesitation as he gazed at Leon.

"Oh, I am coming for you... You should prepare yourself for death," Leon answered, a cruel smirk twisting his lips as he marched toward Melare.

’Something isn't right. He isn't deactivating his domain. Even though he realizes I’m about to end him... why is it still active?’ Leon mused, closing the gap while maintaining a cautious stance.

...And then the sensation hit him.

The pressure surrounding Melare shifted abruptly—and his hand seal changed in tandem.

The moment the Demon Art was unleashed, the pond beneath Leon’s feet transformed into a vacuum, pulling him downward.

The spinning blades of Nyxter ceased their rotation instantly, becoming ensnared within the murky depths of the pond.

"What is your plan now?" Melare asked, his face splitting into a broad grin.

"The harder you struggle to escape, the deeper it will drag you. If you circulate even a drop of mana, you will sink even faster. So... watch your next step very carefully," he explained, mocking Leon with a smirk.

"Haha... my body is constantly consuming mana, you moronic demon," Leon countered with total composure.

"So this is the maximum speed this puddle can pull me under." Leon smiled as he began to walk across the surface of the puddle as if it were solid ground.

"N-No... way! H-How are you doing that?!" Melare’s voice shook, his eyes wide with disbelief as he stared at Leon.

’The puddle relies on weight and gravity to suck things in. Since I triggered this skill before the engagement even started, I’ve already accumulated a hundred stacks. My weight is now comparable to air. It lacks the force to pull me down,’ Leon thought, a smirk spreading across his features.

"H-How is this possible? It shouldn't be happening. Regardless of the spell you use, the puddle ought to drag you down," Melare hissed, his expression contorted by escalating shock.

"Haa... I truly want to kill you this instant," Leon remarked casually.

"However, I am aware that you cannot be slain here. Your regeneration is already exceptional—and once this skill is active, it multiplies tenfold. Ending your life within your own domain is virtually impossible."

"How could you possibly know that?" Melare demanded, his body stiffening.

"Do you see that woman over there?" Leon replied, gesturing toward Enid.

"She shared everything about you people with me."

Melare turned his gaze toward her. The second he recognized her features, his eyes dilated with pure terror.

"Mistress of Night... Madam Enid. W-What is she doing here?"

*Swish*

A flash of white light sliced across Melare’s throat.

*Thud*

His head tumbled into the pond. Yet, before Leon could even blink, a new head had already sprouted.

’Just as I suspected... even the Blade of Artimes is ineffective against his hyper-regeneration while the domain is active.’ Leon turned his attention back to Rees.

He lifted his hand slightly, giving a pre-arranged signal.

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30 minutes earlier...

"So you are claiming that while inside his domain, even if he just stands there... it is impossible to slay him due to his healing factor?" Leon questioned Enid.

"That is precisely why I am concerned, Master," Enid answered with a grim look.

"Melare is no common demon. He was among the elite—on the verge of being elevated to the rank of General."

"He will run out of mana eventually, won't he?" Leon asked indifferently.

"How long can he keep the domain active?"

"That is the issue," Enid replied.

"His domain doesn't drain his mana. He sustains it by manipulating the ambient mana through his arts."

"Sir Leon... I can handle his domain," Rees interjected quietly.

"What do you intend to do?" Leon inquired.

...

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Present time...

"Hm... very well then," Rees murmured.

He lifted his wand, grasping it firmly with both hands.

"ALREMORE HUNTROS SURLOCOUS HULIKINAMA... ACTIVASAROS."

Rees drove his wand into the earth with great force.

"What are you attempting?" Dusk asked with a serious tone.

"A forbidden art..." Enid whispered, her eyes growing wide. "He intends to overwrite the domain."

She instantly checked the flow of her blood.

A heavy silence descended.

Crack—Crack—Crack—Crack

Fractures began to spiderweb across Melare’s domain.

"N-No... What is going on?! W-What have you—"

CRACKKKKKKKKKKKK

The domain shattered into pieces. In place of the sunlight, a crimson moonlight bathed the area. Gravestones burst forth from the soil, and a terrifying cemetery consumed the landscape.

"Nothing holds more power than death," Rees stated calmly. "Sensory Blocker."

He gave his wand a sharp twist.

Melare’s eyes turned a dull white. His hearing failed him. His lungs stopped drawing breath. His sense of taste vanished, and his skin became numb to all sensation.

"You cannot regenerate if your mind is unaware of the damage," Leon said with a cold edge.

"With your senses stripped away, you are nothing more than a sitting duck."

Leon raised his blade.

Swish—Swish

Melare’s head was severed cleanly from his neck, and this time, it failed to regenerate.

*Thud*

Rees twisted his wand once more. Thousands of obsidian ropes erupted from the dirt, dragging Melare’s remains deep underground.

"Dispel," Rees commanded.

The graveyard vanished instantly.

"Well... I must admit," Leon said, smiling as he looked toward Enid, "He wasn't actually that formidable."

"Master... thousands of soldiers are approaching this location," Dusk reported as he reappeared.

"I see."

Leon retrieved his mask and secured it back onto his face.

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Within a dark chamber in the Hidden Demonic village...

Regoris was kneeling on the floor, his brow drenched in sweat and his face twisted in visible terror.

Before him stood a massive figure, with only four glowing green eyes visible in the shadows.

"How?"

"I-I don’t know, Brothe—"

Swish

Thud

Before Regoris could finish his sentence, his head was ripped from his shoulders.

"Wrong answer."

Within seconds, Regoris’ head had fully regrown.

"I-I was watching from the—"

Swish

Thud

"Wrong again."

Once more, Regoris’ second head hit the floor. As soon as his third head appeared, he pressed his forehead against the ground, his entire frame trembling with fright.

"Enid Snetz, a human, a black elf, a lich, and some sort of dark beast. But the human alone was capable of killing him... He toyed with Melare before finishing him. He also possesses short-range teleportation," Regoris stammered out.

"A human... who slaughtered one of my most elite Demons. Hmm... Let us go and pay him a visit."