In Another World, All Milfs Will Be Mine-Chapter 179: [ - - ]

The first assassin lunged. He swung a curved blade aimed right at Leo’s neck.

Leo brought his sword up to parry.

CLANG.

But the impact was monstrous that the force travelled down his sword, jarring his wrists and sending a shockwave of pain up into his shoulders. His knees buckled under the pressure instantly, hitting the wooden dais with a heavy, splintering thud.

The assassin pressed down. The man was incredibly strong. The razor-sharp edge of the curved blade inched closer and closer to Leo’s face, the metal groaning under the sheer pressure.

Leo gritted his teeth, as his eyes glowed fiercely in the dim light. He pushed back with everything he had, but it wasn’t enough. The man in the Devil’s Mask was physically crushing him. He was completely outmatched in a straight contest of strength.

The second assassin stepped up, casually raising his sword to take Leo’s head off while he was pinned.

But how can the Bandit queen let anyone harm her man? She grabbed the silk sleeves of her dress and violently ripped them away. She then grabbed the hem of her heavy skirt and tore it all the way up to her upper thigh.

The thick fabric shredded with a loud rip, finally freeing her legs and arms.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye and before the Second Bandit could bring down his sword, she was already behind him.

She grabbed the hilt of her massive sword with both massive hands and swung it like a battering ram.

The second assassin saw the giant woman barrelling toward him from the corner of his eyes and pulled away from Leo, raising his blade to intercept her.

Meanwhile, the first assassin could not help but let his eyes follow Belladonna’s motion.

His eyes flicked away from Leo for a fraction of a second, and that was all the time Leo needed.

Leo dropped his left hand from his sword hilt, sliding it down to his sleeve. A hidden, six-inch stiletto dagger dropped perfectly into his palm.

With a vicious, upward thrust, Leo jammed the dagger straight into the narrow gap of the assassin’s leather collar.

The steel punched through dark leather, cartilage, and windpipe with a sickening crunch.

The assassin’s eyes bulged wide behind his bone mask. He choked, a wet, bubbling sound escaping his throat. Leo brutally twisted the dagger and yanked it out. Hot, dark arterial blood sprayed from the ruined neck, showering directly into Leo’s face.

The heavy corpse collapsed on top of him. Leo grunted, violently shoving the dead weight off his chest.

The hot, foul-smelling blood splattered over Leo, splashing violently across Seraphine and Ryana who were still behind him.

It stained their beautiful dresses, painting their pale skin and hair in a thick, sticky layer of gore. They scrambled backward on their hands and knees, completely soaked in the dead man’s blood.

Leo scrambled to his feet, wiping the blood from his eyes. But he didn’t even have the time to breathe and two more Devil Masks vaulted towards him.

[Master! A Level 12 and Level 14 Devil Mask is coming your way]

They were weaklings meant to overwhelm the guards with numbers, but when the two of them saw Leo isolated, they decided to charge.

The first one thrust a short spear at Leo’s gut. Leo parried the sloppy strike wide, as he turned on his heels and swung his sword in a brutal, horizontal arc.

The blade sheared through the assassin’s face, shattering the bone mask and splitting his skull open from cheek to temple. Brain matter and bone fragments sprayed across the floorboards.

The second killer lunged with a serrated hunting knife, catching Leo on the bicep. The blade bit into Leo’s flesh, carving a shallow, stinging gash.

Leo didn’t even flinch. He ignored the burning pain in his arm, stepped forward into the attack, and grabbed the assassin by the throat with his left hand.

"Why do you bastards always have to ruin it for me?" Leo was angry, and the anger was very much visible on his face. With the blade in his hand, he drove it in his stomach.

The dagger ripped through his black robe and sank deep into soft belly meat.

But Leo was too angry to stop there. Fuelled by a blinding, violent surge of adrenaline and rage, Leo almost ripped the blade out, bringing a wet slop of dark blood with it and plunged it in again in his body.

And again. And Again. And Again.

Leo lost count of how many times he stabbed the killer. But he could feel the blade hit against his ribs and shred his internal organs.

"Fucking Devil Mask bastards!" Leo roared, his voice cracking with pure fury, spit flying from his lips.

He planted his boot firmly against the man’s shredded torso and violently kicked the twitching, butchered body off his blade.

Leo stood there, gasping for air, his clothes unbearably heavy, completely soaked in a steaming, fresh layer of blood and viscera.

Meanwhile, a few feet away, Belladonna was a whirlwind of absolute carnage.

The killer from before lunged at her, but she didn’t even bother to parry. She stepped onto her right, letting the sword fall on the ground, and before he could find his footing and react, she slammed the steel pommel of her sword directly into the centre of his bone mask.

The mask shattered into powder. The heavy steel caved the man’s nose and facial bones right into his frontal lobe. He dropped dead before his knees even hit the floor.

She stepped right in front of Leo, her massive, toned back acting as a solid wall of meat and steel between Leo, the women, and the rest of the killers.

"Nobody touches my Master!" Belladonna warned as she turned the absolute maniac, the Goddess of Death.

Down on the floor, Lord Aris stood amidst the butchered corpses of his scribes.

He looked up at the dais. He saw Leo bleeding from his arm, dripping with viscera, standing firmly between the attackers and the screaming women.

He saw the boy taking the brunt of the assault, brutally fighting back in the mud and the blood, completely willing to die to shield them.

Aris was a deeply cynical man. He had expected Leo to run. He had fully expected the so-called "Usurper" to cower behind the Bandit Queen or use the noblewomen as meat shields to buy time.

But seeing Leo draw steel against impossible odds, fighting tooth and nail with a hidden dagger to protect them, genuinely shocked the High Inquisitor. The boy had guts. He was a ruthless bastard, but he wasn’t a coward.

But admiration took a backseat to pure, unadulterated fury. His men were dead.

"Enough," Aris said.

The word wasn’t shouted. It was spoken softly, but it echoed across the grand hall, vibrating with raw, pulsating magic.

Aris violently slammed the iron-shod butt of his wooden staff onto the blood-soaked cobblestones.

A shockwave of white-hot Arcane fire erupted outward from his body. The flames didn’t spread wildly or randomly. They moved with terrifying, pinpoint precision, completely bypassing General Arthur and the surviving Royal Guards, slithering across the floor like hunting snakes.

The concentrated fire slammed into four Devil Masks fighting near the centre of the hall.

It didn’t just burn them. It melted them. The intense, unnatural heat instantly fused their dark boiled leather armour directly to their searing flesh.

The assassins screamed in a high-pitched, agonizing, inhuman shrieks. They dropped their weapons, falling to the floor, frantically clawing at their own melting faces and liquefying eyeballs.

Within five seconds, the screaming stopped. They were reduced to nothing but bubbling puddles of rendered fat, blackened steel, and charred bone searing holes into the expensive rug.

The mage was an absolute monster on the battlefield.

For a single, breathless second, the tide seemed to turn.

Then, the massive glass skylight above shattered completely, raining razor-sharp shards down upon the hall. And even more dark figures jumped down into the hall, hitting the ground in perfect unison.

The numbers were simply too much. This wasn’t a targeted hit squad anymore. It was an army.

General Arthur grunted heavily as a poisoned blade sliced open his thick thigh. He dropped to one knee, desperately swinging his heavy broadsword in wide, panicked arcs to keep three assassins at bay.

The remaining Royal Guards tightened their defensive circle around him, but they were exhausted, bleeding out, and drastically outnumbered.

The Blackfang Elites were getting butchered. Their bodies were piling up in heaps near the shattered entrance doors, their severed limbs and crushed armour effectively blocking any chance of escape.

Up on the dais, Belladonna swung her sword like a scythe. She chopped an arm off at the shoulder, then followed through the momentum to decapitate another killer, sending his masked head rolling down the wooden steps.

But the swarm was too thick. An agile assassin managed to slip past her wide, heavy guard. A curved blade sliced a long, bloody gash down her ribs, tearing through muscle.

Belladonna grunted, a spray of blood hitting the floor, but she ignored the burning pain. She refused to take a single step backward, standing firmly rooted over Leo’s position.

Leo gripped his sword so tight his knuckles were stark white. His chest heaved. He was covered from head to toe in guts, brains, and blood, a shallow cut stinging his arm.

He looked behind him.

Seraphine was shaking uncontrollably on the floor, her pale hands desperately gripping the back of his trousers.

Ryana was hyperventilating beside her, her eyes wide with absolute terror. They were drenched in the blood of the men Leo had killed, but they were unhurt.

He looked forward.

The grand hall was a sea of black leather and white bone masks.

Aris was preparing another devastating spell, the crystal on his staff glowing like a miniature sun, but five assassins were already swarming him from the flanks.

They forced the High Inquisitor to rapidly cast weak, shimmering kinetic shields just to survive, completely shutting down his offensive fire magic.

The situation was completely fucked.