All MILFs are Mine Chapter 312: RAG-AL-WILKAR
Previously on All MILFs are Mine...
*SWISH-SWISH-SWISH-SWISH-SWISH-SWISH-SWISH-SWISH*
Merlin swung his swords at blinding speed, yet regardless of their furious pace, not one blade managed to strike Leon.
Leon weaved gracefully amid the onslaught, evading every strike with remarkable ease.
Abruptly, Merlin came to a halt, his face twisted in rage as he stared at Leon.
"What?" Leon questioned, his eyes fluttering open while he regarded Merlin with a grin.
"Are you only going to keep dodging? Or will you actually strike back?" Merlin demanded, his features etched with bewilderment.
"For the moment, I'll stick to evasion. Just waiting for that forbidden technique of yours to overwhelm and utterly ruin you," Leon replied, his smile unwavering as he gazed at Merlin.
"How do you know about—" Merlin began, but he cut himself off, whipping around to face Enid.
"Heh." Enid met his gaze with a sly, knowing smirk.
"You treacherous wench. You spilled the secrets of the Demon arts to him?" Merlin growled, his tone grave and accusatory.
"And what will you do about it?" Enid shot back, her smile taunting as she eyed Merlin.
"Tch... Damn it all. Since things have reached this point, I'll throw everything into it," Merlin muttered, then swiftly lifted one sword and sliced off his own hand.
"Hmm...?" Leon's brow furrowed in puzzlement as he watched.
"Oh no... Master, stop him! He's starting the possession ritual!" Enid cried out in alarm.
"What's that?" Adwin inquired, confusion plain on his face.
"A possession ritual calls forth the soul of a demonic elder from the infernal depths.
It's like summoning your grandfather's spirit to take over your body and fight alongside you, but the toll it exacts is immense," Dreulis explained evenly, turning his attention to Adwin.
"What price does the ritual demand?" Adwin pressed, still looking baffled.
"To pull a soul from hell, yours must take its place. Once the possession completes, the demonic elder's soul seizes control of Merlin's form," Enid cut in urgently, her face pale with worry.
"The demon girl's telling the truth... With Merlin already on the brink from the swords' possession, he'd sooner invoke this ritual than yield to defeat," Dreulis affirmed.
"So the sword spirit and the elder demon's soul will both claim his body?" Ruben wondered aloud, his expression perplexed.
"No, the elder demon's soul would dominate the sword spirit without effort. The boy lacks the strength to resist now that he's etched the summoning circle into his hand—all it took was severing it as an offering," Dreulis clarified.
"WITH THIS OFFERING OF MY SOUL... I CALL UPON THE MIGHTIEST OF MY LINEAGE. GREAT DEMON GENERAL RAG-AL-WILKAR.
TAKE HOLD OF MY FLESH AND CRUSH MY FOE!" Merlin bellowed, as a brilliant light burst from the summoning tattoo etched across his hand.
"Oh no. He's brought forth Ragal," Enid said gravely.
"Who is Ragal?" Gris asked, visibly puzzled.
"Ragal stood among the most legendary demons our kind ever birthed—and when I say legendary, I mean it. He was a peerless sword saint.
Tales of his exploits echo through the demon realms, lulling even human youngsters to slumber with their grandeur. Legend holds that Ragal once felled a human force of ten thousand using a fractured blade.
Can you fathom such might?" Dreulis recounted, his voice shifting to somber intensity.
*THUD*
In an instant, Merlin's form crumpled limply to the earth.
"Should I finish him off now?" Leon wondered aloud, advancing toward Merlin's inert figure.
*Step-step-step-step-step*
'I realize I shouldn't attempt this... but I'll strike while his body's defenseless. Can't pass up such a prime chance,' Leon mused inwardly, hoisting his sword and drawing it back for the blow.
*SWISH*
Leon unleashed the sword at maximum velocity, aiming straight for Merlin's throat.
*Catch*
"Damn..." Leon cursed, yanking the final blade free from Nyxter and leaping back from Merlin's prone body.
*Step*
"Haaaaa... Who disturbs my slumber after all these ages?" The voice altered entirely as he rose from the dirt.
Fissures spiderwebbed across his skin, crimson light seeping from the splits. His eyes gleamed pitch black, brimming with primal killing intent.
"Hmm...? It seems I've returned to the mortal plane once more, but what the hell is this vessel?
So frail it can't even contain my soul's essence properly. Ah... Blood Hound Blades," Ragal remarked, scooping up both swords and examining them fondly with a grin.
"It's been ages since I wielded these," Ragal continued, crossing the blades in an X formation before slashing them through the air toward Leon from afar.
*SWISH-SWISH*
"Oh my god..." Adwin gasped, his eyes bulging in astonishment.
"What is it?" Dusk probed, looking equally lost.
"That strike... I recognize it. It's the Ghastly Blades of Whistling Air. When executed with flawless accuracy and maximum force, the swords unleash two unseen, soundless blades that slice silently—and look," Adwin described, pointing toward Leon.
Leon remained frozen in place on the far side.
*Cough*
Abruptly, he hacked up a gush of blood, while two vivid red gashes formed in an X over his steel web armor.
'Nothing registered... Not even my instincts picked it up, and I'm certain my body's been quartered. Lucky I triggered Pain's Recovery right at the bout's start—the injuries are mending fast.
Still, I can't battle that entity... He's far beyond my level. Those ethereal air blades pierced me so cleanly, the agony hit two heartbeats later,' Leon pondered grimly, fixing his stare on Ragal.
"Hmm...? Regeneration, eh? Excellent. I had no interest in shredding a flimsy rag doll. Now, how long until you rise again?" Ragal queried, his smile wicked.