All MILFs are Mine Chapter 363: Is that Ragal ?

"Phew... Alright, let's do this." Leon uttered as he stood and saw a form approaching him from the swirling mist.

As the figure drew nearer, its size seemed to escalate dramatically.

"What in the actual hell is-" Leon’s sentence was cut short as he observed the creature, entirely white, possessing eight arms and two legs.

The being lacked a head, but two enormous eyes, glowing a brilliant yellow, were situated on its chest, fixing an unblinking stare upon Leon.

*Swish*

In an instant, it vanished only to reappear directly behind Leon.

"Fuck-" The moment Leon attempted to move, he discovered his legs were ensnared by the very ground, rendering him immobile.

The creature hoisted one of its eight hands and brought it down towards him with its full might.

Without a moment's delay, Leon raised both of his arms, shielding his head.

*THUD*

*Cough-Cough*

He expelled a mouthful of blood, feeling an immense pressure crushing his body.

’How am I experiencing actual pain within an illusion!?’ Leon thought, his expression grim as he felt his ribs fracturing.

*Raise*

The creature offered no respite, immediately lifting another limb and preparing its assault anew.

"I can't take it anymore... Nexus, can you hear me?" Leon inquired.

’Yes, Sir Leon... I can hear you.’ Nexus’s voice echoed within his mind.

"Transfer my consciousness to the soul realm... NOW," Leon commanded with a heavy tone.

’As you wish, Sir.’ Nexus responded neutrally.

Suddenly, both Leon and the creature vanished.

"Hmm...? Intriguing. Let’s see how far you can evade," the mist whispered with a smile, observing Leon’s consciousness depart from her illusion.

Within the soul realm,

*Blink-Blink*

Leon slowly opened his eyes, finding himself standing beside a flowing river under a brightly shining moon.

"Greetings, Sir Leon," a voice sounded from behind.

Leon swiftly turned to face a man in his thirties, black-haired with a dark mustache, dressed in attire resembling a butler’s and holding a luminescent blue staff.

"Nexus?" Leon questioned, a puzzled look on his face.

"Indeed, Sir... While I lack a physical form, this appearance seems suitable for serving you. Shall I alter it?" Nexus asked, his tone mirroring Leon’s confusion.

"Keep it... What became of the demon that attacked me?" Leon inquired seriously, glancing around with a perplexed gaze.

"You mean this insect?"

*THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD*

Eight white hands tumbled onto the ground, undeniably belonging to the creature Leon had drawn into the soul realm with him.

As Leon looked up towards the source of the booming voice, he saw a demon perched atop a large rock near the riverbank.

The demon’s face bore six crimson eyes—the upper pair angled downward diagonally, the middle pair horizontally, and the lower pair tilted upward diagonally.

His physique was lean yet muscular, boasting an eight-pack and long hair cascading down to his legs.

Twin blood-red swords were clutched in his hands, an wicked grin plastered across his face.

"Is that... Ragal?" Leon asked, bewildered.

"Yes, Sir," Nexus replied impassively.

"Damn... He didn’t look like that the last time I saw him," Leon murmured.

"I spent roughly nine hundred years in hell before being summoned into that feeble demon. I have no idea how he even obtained the sacred seal to invoke me into his vessel."

"When you killed me—no, allow me to rephrase. When you deceived me and then enacted a forced sacred ritual to extinguish the body I inhabited, I was incensed. Believe me, I was sufficiently enraged to break free from hell and return solely to eliminate you."

"But then… you pilfered my soul fragment as well and imprisoned me here with this utterly insane fiend." Ragal declared, raising a sword to point at Nexus.

"Hmm...? Him? Insane?" Leon questioned, looking at Nexus with utter confusion.

"I’ve attempted to end him countless times, yet this S.O.B. simply refuses to perish. He ensnares me in time loops, leaving me trapped for millennia."

"I despise that, which led us to an agreement… I reside freely within your soul realm, pursuing my whims, in exchange for defending it against any intruders, much like the one I just dispatched. It’s been ages since my blades tasted blood, and it felt exhilarating to slay him," Ragal explained, his gaze fixed on Leon.

’So that’s how it is; he’s reshaping them to safeguard my soul realm,’ Leon mused neutrally, observing Nexus.

"An invader approaches the soul realm, Ragal," Nexus stated, looking at Ragal with a placid expression.

"Hehehe… Just direct me to the location. I haven’t felt this alive in years," Ragal responded with a maniacal grin, licking his blades.

"The northern mountains... Thousands of monsters are converging in this direction. They may be targeting Sir Leon." Nexus stated with an impassive face.

"I shall return shortly..." Ragal declared, vanishing in an instant.

"Could you transport me there?" Leon inquired, his gaze fixed on Nexus.

"As you command, Sir." Nexus responded. With a wave of his hand, the water from the nearby river levitated, forming a swirling portal above a distant mountain peak.

"Impressive. Is that something I can do as well?" Leon asked, his expression unreadable, as they both stepped through the portal.

"It is your soul realm, sir. You possess the ability to traverse anywhere with but a mere thought. However, I must advise against it, as it tends to destabilize the fundamental laws of the realm.

The more stable your soul realm remains, the greater its potential for growth. This is precisely why I have modeled it after tangible, real-world destinations," Nexus elucidated.

"Understood," Leon replied, his features impassive. He glanced down, observing a vast expanse of thick white fog enveloping the mountains, from which emerged hordes of grotesque demons.

"Bring it on, you bastards... Your grandfather will show you how it's done," Ragal bellowed, taunting the approaching demonic horde.

"Should I descend and join the fray?" Leon questioned, a look of bewilderment on his face.

"Sir, your consciousness has not yet been honed for combat. Should you venture down there now, you would perish instantly. Remember, if your consciousness meets its end within this realm, your life in the real world will also cease," Nexus cautioned.

"Damn it all."

"But do not fret, sir. I have unwavering confidence that Ragal is more than capable of handling them, especially since we are engaged in battle on our home turf," Nexus reassured with a smile, gesturing with his hand.