In Another World, All Milfs Will Be Mine-Chapter 133: [ - - ] - Hero or Saviour? (Part - 2)

Chapter 133: [Chapter - 133] - Hero or Saviour? (Part - 2)

Leo didn’t wait for the wolves to attack. He moved.

[Agility: 85]

He was a blur. He stepped forward, his Frost-Edge swinging in a wide, beautiful arc.

SLASH. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

The blade caught the lead wolf in mid-air. It sheared through the beast’s neck effortlessly, the frost magic freezing the blood before it could spray. The wolf’s head spun away, hitting the cobblestones with a hollow thud.

The other two wolves lunged.

Leo didn’t dodge. He spun, his dagger flashing.

THWACK. THWACK.

He drove the dagger into the eye of the second wolf and the throat of the third.

Three kills in three seconds.

The old man stared up at him, awe replacing the terror in his eyes.

"Run!" Leo commanded, hauling the man to his feet and shoving him toward an alley. "Get to safety! Tell everyone! The Bandit Slayer is here!"

The old man scrambled away.

Leo turned back to the breach. The monsters were pouring in. Goblins with rusted knives. Stalkers with rotting claws.

He grinned. This was it. The stage was his.

"COME ON!" Leo roared, his voice amplified by his Charisma. "IS THAT ALL YOU HAVE? YOU UGLY BASTARDS!"

He charged into the horde.

It wasn’t a fight. It was a performance.

Leo danced through the mob. He utilized every skill, every stat point.

A Goblin swung a club. Leo caught the weapon, ripped it from the creature’s hands, and bashed its skull in with its own weapon.

A Grave Stalker lunged. Leo activated Magical Fingers. He didn’t use it for pleasure. He jammed his fingers into the creature’s exposed ribcage, seizing its spine. He ripped the spine out with a wet tear.

He was brutal. He was flashy.

He leaped onto a market stall, using the high ground.

"Citizens of Auravale!" Leo shouted, decapitating a zombie that tried to climb up. "Do not fear! Your Lord may have run, but I am here!"

He kicked a goblin into a barrel of apples.

"I will not let this city fall!"

He jumped down, landing in the middle of a group of five bandits—no, monsters. He spun, his sword a whirlwind of blue ice.

Freeze. Shatter. Freeze. Shatter.

He turned them into ice sculptures and then smashed them to pieces.

The people watching from their windows, from the rooftops, were mesmerized. They saw a lone warrior, a man in black, holding back the tide of darkness. They saw a hero.

"Leo!" someone shouted. "It’s Leo!"

The chant started. "Leo! Leo! Leo!"

He fed off it. It fueled his ego, his adrenaline.

But Bane wasn’t done playing.

From the forest, the purple light flared again.

Bane, watching through a scrying crystal, smirked. "He wants a show? Let’s give him a challenge."

The flow of monsters changed. The fodder pulled back.

A heavy, thudding sound echoed through the gate.

A Level 22 Ogre squeezed through the broken archway. It was massive, twelve feet tall, wielding a tree trunk as a club. It roared, a sound that shook the shutters off the windows.

It locked eyes on Leo.

"Finally," Leo said, cracking his neck. "A big boy."

The Ogre charged. It swung the tree trunk.

Leo didn’t dodge. He activated Attack Shield.

BOOM.

The tree trunk hit the invisible barrier. The shield shattered instantly, absorbing the blow but knocking Leo backward. He slid across the cobblestones, his boots sparking.

The crowd gasped.

"He’s hit!"

Leo stood up, dusting off his coat. He looked at the Ogre.

"You owe me a new shield," Leo growled.

He reached into his inventory. He pulled out the Thunderbolt Card.

He didn’t use it yet. He held it up.

"Hey, Ugly!" Leo shouted. "Catch!"

He threw a smoke bomb at the Ogre’s face.

POOF.

The Ogre roared, blinded by grey smoke. It swung wildly, smashing a fruit cart.

Leo moved. He sprinted into the smoke.

He didn’t attack the legs. He ran up the Ogre. He stepped on its knee, its belt, its chest.

He launched himself into the air, level with the Ogre’s face.

He drew both daggers.

STAB. STAB.

He drove both blades into the Ogre’s eyes.

The monster shrieked, dropping its club to clutch at its ruined face.

Leo backflipped off, landing gracefully.

"Timber," he whispered.

The Ogre stumbled blindly, crashing into a stone building, bringing the wall down on top of itself.

[Ogre Defeated. +500 EXP]

Leo stood in the dust cloud, silhouetted against the rubble. He looked unstoppable.

But he was tired. He was covered in blood—green, black, red. His breath was coming in ragged gasps.

He looked at the gate.

The monsters had stopped coming. The street was choked with corpses. A mountain of dead flesh.

Leo climbed to the top of the pile. He stood on the corpse of the Ogre.

He raised his sword high.

"IS THERE NO ONE ELSE?!" he screamed at the darkness.

Silence.

The citizens cheered. They wept. They had been saved.

But then... a new sound.

Not a roar. Not a scream.

Thump-thump. Thump-thump.

The sound of heavy, synchronized footsteps. The jingle of bridles.

Leo looked up.

From the darkness of the forest, emerging through the broken gate, came horses.

Black horses.

Riding them were men and women in dark leather armor. They wore masks. They carried heavy crossbows and jagged swords.

Hundreds of them.

The Blackfang Bandits. The main force.

They rode into the city square, surrounding the pile of corpses. They surrounded Leo.

The citizens fell silent, their hope turning to fresh terror. The bandits. The scourges of the forest. They had come to finish what the monsters started.

Leo stood on his pile of dead. He looked at the riders.

He looked at the leader, a woman in a mask riding a black stallion. Belladonna.

She rode forward. She stopped at the base of the corpse pile.

She looked up at Leo, covered in blood and glory.

The crowd held its breath. They expected her to order his death.

Belladonna reached up. She pulled off her mask.

She smiled. It was a terrifying, beautiful smile.

"My King," she said, her voice ringing through the silent square.

She slid off her horse. She dropped to one knee in the blood-soaked street.

"The Blackfang Legion awaits your command."

Behind her, three hundred bandits dismounted. Three hundred killers dropped to one knee.

The sound was like thunder.

Leo looked at the kneeling army. He looked at the stunned citizens.

He wiped the blood from his face. He grinned.

"Well," Leo said. "About time you guys showed up."

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