All MILFs are Mine Chapter 308: The Blow up

Previously on All MILFs are Mine...

The Royal Cavalry and King Adwin arrive at the entrance of Duran Mountain, only to be halted by a formidable magical barrier. While the royal mages struggle to find a solution, the arrival of Ruben, Gris, and the ancient lich Dreulis shifts the tide. Dreulis identifies the barrier as undead magic cast by another lich, but before he can dismantle it, the barrier is intentionally dropped from the inside. Leon, waiting within the valley alongside Rees and Enid, orders the defense lowered to welcome the approaching forces. As the King’s army begins its march into the valley, Dreulis remains wary, realizing the barrier was not forced open but surrendered.

While Adwin rode ahead into the heart of the valley, a tree stump caught his attention—

Sliced neatly through magical force.

"HALT." Adwin bellowed, thrusting his fist skyward. His followers came to an abrupt stop right behind him.

The generals lifted their hands as well, bringing the entire army to a sudden standstill.

*Swish*

Dreulis materialized next to the stump and rested his skeletal palm upon it.

"He was here..." he murmured in a hushed tone.

"Who? The undead you mentioned?" Gris inquired, his face etched with bewilderment.

"No. No. No..." Dreulis shook his head deliberately.

"That undead isn’t moving independently. A more powerful figure accompanies him. Someone issuing commands."

He fell silent for a moment.

"I can detect his presence."

The violet band on his middle finger shimmered, sending out an unseen surge of mana sweeping through the valley.

"He’s close... but I can’t determine his precise spot. It’s as if he’s employing some sort of—"

"Spell to conceal himself." A steady voice echoed from overhead without warning.

Heads whipped upward in unison.

Leon dangled inverted from a thick tree limb, his legs looped around it with ease.

His crimson eyes fixed on Dreulis through the mask.

"Sir, Michael Jackson... is that you?" Adwin queried as he swiftly leaped from his mount.

Leon released his hold on the branch.

His form started to plummet—but with the weightless aura enveloping him, he called forth Nyxter and abruptly restored his mass.

*Thud*

Upon hitting the ground, Leon strode directly toward Adwin.

"Hm...?" Dreulis eyed him intently, the fires in his sockets flickering anew.

’It’s him.’

"Hello... Adwin," Leon greeted evenly.

’His aura... it’s shifted. I sense his thirst for blood. Just as Dredis described.’ Adwin pondered while smiling and extending his hand.

"How are you?" he inquired.

Leon clasped his hand and locked eyes with him.

"I’m fine. Just demolished half this valley. Apologies for the destruction."

"Yeah, I heard about that from Dredis, and no need to apologize—we’re both kings. What exactly went down?" Adwin responded composedly.

"I conducted some investigation following your recent gathering," Leon answered, clasping his hands behind his back.

"And I discovered that this forest holds more than just twelve demons." He clarified, pausing briefly.

"I don’t quite... get it. Are you implying there are over twelve?" Adwin said, his grin tightening.

"An entire demon settlement lurks within this woodland." Leon stated flatly, gazing at Adwin.

"What!? A full village?" Adwin burst out.

"Sir Michael Jackson speaks the truth, Your Majesty," Gris affirmed gravely. "We uncovered the identical discovery through sophisticated spells."

"And you’re only mentioning this now?" Adwin spun toward him abruptly, an oppressive aura seeping from his form. Fury was evident.

"I—I wasn’t fully certain of the findings, Your Majesty. I couldn’t share unverified details," Gris stammered in response.

Leon cut in.

"Here’s a small token for you."

He accessed his inventory and retrieved a decapitated head.

"Catch." Leon uttered while hurling Melare’s head toward Ruben.

*Catch*

Ruben seized it—then let it slip from his grasp at once, horror overtaking his features.

*Thud*

"Who is that?" Adwin questioned.

"One of the twelve demons overseeing that village," Leon answered without emotion.

"His name was Melare. Taking him down wasn’t too tough." He added.

"You slew one of the twelve leaders... by yourself?" Dreulis probed, fixing his gaze on Leon.

"So you’re the undead attempting to pierce the barrier," Leon remarked, tilting his head while observing him.

[Name: Dreulis]

[Class: Lich]

[Race: Undead]

[Level: 399]

[HP: -/-]

[MP: -/-]

[Description: Dreulis became a lich following betrayal by his cherished wife and her paramour. Nearing death’s door, he forged a pact with an enigmatic deity for taboo wisdom and an unspecified debt.]

’His level is staggering... I can’t even glimpse his mana or HP,’ Leon reflected with a grave look.

"Where is your lich?" Dreulis questioned, turning to Leon. "I’d like to encounter him, now that you’ve finished evaluating me."

"Rees," Leon whispered softly, lifting his hand and signaling with his fingers.

*Swish*

Rees materialized from nowhere and inclined his head in respect.

"Sir."

"Short-range teleportation? Interesting..." Dreulis whispered as he drew nearer.

"It’s fundamental for liches," Rees stated serenely.

"Our forms are mere skeletons. Teleportation comes more readily to the undead than to the living."

"Hm. You grasp your incantations and their mechanics well—impressive." Dreulis approved with a nod.

"How much time has passed?" He inquired upon spotting the faint rune etched on Rees’ bones.

"More than a hundred years... I suspect I’m midway through yet another cycle." Rees answered, meeting Dreulis’ gaze.

"Well—" Before Dreulis could continue, he whirled toward the barren expanse at his rear.

"You feel it as well, right?" He uttered in a subdued voice.

"Master..." Rees said as he promptly spun to face Leon.

Leon curved his lips slightly beneath the mask.

"Seems our visitors have arrived." He announced clearly.

Shadows started converging from afar.

"Demons..." Adwin whispered, drawing his blade as he positioned himself next to Leon.

"Master... Shall I evaluate their armaments up close?" Fruela offered impassively from overhead.

"No." Leon declined as a grin widened on his face.

"There are eleven in total," Gris noted, hoisting his staff. "Every one possesses immense strength."

"Would you cover your ears, please?" Leon requested of Adwin.

"What? Why?" Adwin replied, brow furrowed in puzzlement.

"Well... We must greet our guests in style." Leon explained.

Rees invoked the spell without delay.

A towering barrier of unseen mana rose before Leon and Adwin.

"What are you—" Dreulis started—

"I always enjoy this moment." Leon pivoted a bit, a broad smile emerging under his mask.

"Kaboom."

Two searing white streaks burst upward from under the demons.

Then—

*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM*

*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM*

Two colossal blasts rocked the Duran valley, sending tremors through the entire human realm.

"WHAT’S HAPPENING?" Adwin demanded with a baffled look as he glanced at Leon.

"I call it... The Blow up."