All MILFs are Mine

Chapter 396: The crossroads

The crossroads were choked by a fog so thick it felt like cold, damp velvet pressing against the skin. Visibility was practically zero to naked eyes, yet the heavy, suffocating air carried the unmistakable stench of rotting meat and wet copper.

They were surrounded.

From every dark alleyway and obscured corner, faint rustles and rhythmic, heavy breathing echoed through the mist.

To the naked eye, the crossroads were empty. But Leon’s eyes gleamed with a faint, predatory light as his pupils were thin slits.

Through the veil of his passive skill, the fog peeled away like cheap parchment. He could see them clearly, dozens of hunched, towering silhouettes forming a perfect, suffocating ring around them.

“Master… Don’t you think there are a little too many?” Vesper asked. Despite the grim numbers, a playful, borderline eager smile danced on her lips.

With a swift, practiced flick of her wrist, she closed her umbrella. The fabric collapsed seamlessly, the mechanism shifting with a sharp metallic click as it transformed into a deadly, razor-thin blade that caught the faint moonlight.

“No…” Leon spoke softly, his own smile mirroring hers. His hand gripped the hilt of his weapon, pulling it from its scabbard with a crisp sound.

*swish*

The dark, polished steel of Nyxter tasted the night air.

“You are brave, aren’t you? Unsheathing your sword with no fear in your eyes and even smiling?” A voice boomed from the mist, heavy and grating. The fog parted reluctantly as a towering figure stepped into the faint glow of the crossroads’ dying streetlamp.

His upper half was deceptively human, muscular, scarred, and imposing… but his lower body was similar to a massive lizardman, covered in thick, obsidian scales that scraped against the cobblestones.

Rising from his spine was a row of jagged, blood-red spikes that seemed to pulse with a faint, malicious energy.

Leon’s gaze locked onto the demon.

[Name: Vagalis]

[Class: Rodon]

[Race: Demon]

[Level: 75]

[HP: 170,000 / 170,000]

[MP: 80,000 / 80,000]

[Description: Vagalis is the leader of the Rodons in the Vergas Empire. He is currently bound by a demonic contract with Mother Marie. If the contract is broken for any reason, the disobedient party will be executed immediately.

While Vagalis possesses immense physical strength, he is highly vulnerable to magical attacks. However, his body has been conditioned over decades to withstand and endure extreme magical trauma.]

Leon chuckled, the sound cutting through the tense silence. “Protecting a kingdom in daylight and hunting the same people at night?”

Vagalis grinned, revealing rows of serrated teeth. “Well… We have to eat. It’s not like we can survive on air alone. I was actually thinking of leaving that woman behind you alive for… later. But since you already know so much about us… killing you both is the only way now.”

As if on cue, the shadows came alive.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…”

“MORE FOOOOOOOD….”

“HEHEHEHEHE…. I WILL EAT HERRRR.”

“DELICIOUS MEATTTTTTT….”

The hidden Rodons erupted into a chorus of manic, distorted laughter that rattled the windows of the nearby houses. The sound came from all directions, a cacophony of hunger and malice designed to break a man’s sanity.

But Leon didn’t flinch.

“Pftt…” A small chuckle escaped his lips, cutting through the demons’ roaring laughter.

Vagalis’ smile soured, his reptile tail slamming against the ground.

“Hmm…? You think we are funny or something? Or do you think this is all some kind of bad dream that you’re desperate to wake up from?”

“I am sorry,” Leon said, his shoulders shaking as his chuckle grew louder, deeper, and entirely unhinged. “I just can’t hold it back anymore… Hahahaha!”

The manic laughter echoed off the cobblestones. The sheer absurdity of a human laughing in the face of a demon, shattered Vagalis’ patience. His expression hardened into pure rage.

Reaching behind his back, he gripped the longest, sharpest spike protruding from his spine.

*Tip*

With a sickening tear of flesh and a spray of dark blood, he ripped the bone-blade free, pointing the dripping, jagged tip directly at Leon’s forehead.

“I always knew humans were stupid, but I am just seeing it firsthand. Whatever. Just die for-“

Vagalis choked on his words.

Leon looked up. The manic laughter had vanished, replaced by an abyssal stillness. His eyes were entirely dark, devoid of light, reflection, or humanity.

Looking into them felt like staring into an endless, crushing void. A sudden, visceral wave of discomfort washed over Vagalis, freezing the blood in his veins, even though he was a demon he was still feeling overwhelming fear.

“LAST RISE, FIRST FORM…” Leon’s voice was a low, resonant whisper.

He moved Nyxter. The blade traced a slow, deliberate circular pattern through the damp air. It left behind a mesmerizing cascade of silver afterimages, carving a perfect ring of light into the darkness.

The world seemed to slow down. The laughter died instantly. Every Rodon in the fog froze, their eyes wide, completely ensnared by the hypnotic flow of the blade. Even Vesper, standing right behind him, fell into a deep trance. Her breath hitched, her body entirely exposed, her mind entirely captivated by the dance of her master’s blade.

As the sword completed its loop, the silver afterimages fused. To Vagalis, it no longer looked like a sword—it looked as if a brilliant, full moon had suddenly descended from the heavens to shine right in front of his eyes.

“…FULL MOON RISE.”

Leon brought the sword down in a flawless, vertical arc.

*Swish.*

There was no resistance. The edge of the blade cleaved through the air and Vagalis’ thick, scaled neck as if it were a hot knife passing through soft butter.

“W-What?” Vagalis mumbled, his vision tilting rapidly as he stared at Leon’s cold, unbothered expression.

*THUD-THUD.*

Their leader’s head bounced once against the cobblestones before rolling into the gutter, his massive body collapsing forward into a pool of thick, dark green fluid.

The sheer kinetic force of the strike exploded outward. A violent gust of wind erupted from the point of impact, tearing through the crossroads and violently blowing back the heavy fog for blocks.

Suddenly, the shroud was gone. Revealed in the dim light were dozens of Rodons, completely exposed. They stood paralyzed, their faces twisted into expressions of absolute horror and disbelief as they stared at the headless corpse of their apex leader.

“Anyone else who wants to try their luck?” Leon asked. A psychotic, dangerous smile spread across his face as he flicked his wrist, sending a line of green blood splashing off Nyxter’s edge onto the stones.

*SWISH*

Without a single word, the shadows blurred. The remaining Rodons scrambled backward into the dark alleys, fleeing so fast they left nothing but the whistling wind behind them.

‘When a man comes with an army, just kill the man. The army will get frightened on their own,’ Leon thought, his smile softening into a satisfied smirk. He slid Nyxter back into its sheath with a clean click and turned to look at Vesper.

Vesper hadn’t moved an inch, but her state was entirely altered. She was staring at him with a flushed, heavy-lidded, almost lustful expression. Her fingernails were dug so deeply into her own palms that they were leaving sharp indents, and her teeth tightly bit down on her lower lip, pressing hard enough to draw blood.

Leon blinked, his psychotic aura completely evaporating into genuine bewilderment.

“What’s wrong?”

“Master…” Vesper breathed out, her voice trembling slightly as a tight, breathless smile formed on her lips. “Why couldn’t you be born two hundred years ago?”

Leon rolled his eyes slightly, turning his back to her. “Not now, Vesper. Let’s go.”

“Y-Yes, Master,” she replied quickly, shaking off the residual trance. She tapped the handle of her weapon twice. The thin blade seamlessly collapsed and widened, reverting back into an elegant, ordinary umbrella.

Stepping over the dissolving remains of the Rodon leader, the two figures walked side by side through the cleared crossroads, heading directly toward the massive entrance gates of the Kingdom.