In Another World, All Milfs Will Be Mine-Chapter 180: [ - - ]

The banquet hall was suddenly a meat grinder.

One moment everyone was enjoying the night of their life, feeling the soft bodies of the prostitutes, the smell of roasted pork and Caelum’s best wines.

And the next moment it was completely replaced by the thick, metallic stench of fresh blood and ruptured bowels.

And in all that, Leo was struggling. His wrists were aching with every parry.

He swung his sword, deflecting a heavy downward strike from a Devil Mask assassin.

The impact sent a painful shockwave all the way up to his shoulder. Leo gritted his teeth and kicked out, his heavy boot connecting with the assassin’s kneecap. The bone snapped with a wet crunch.

The assassin went down, but before Leo could finish him, another killer stepped over his comrade and lunged.

Leo threw himself backward, his boots slipping on a puddle of spilled wine and blood. He slammed hard into the edge of the high table.

"Leo!" Ryana screamed.

She was cowering right behind his legs, her red merchant dress ruined and stained. Seraphine was next to her, clutching the torn fabric of her green gown, her face pale as a sheet.

Leo didn’t turn around. He reached back blindly with his left hand. He grabbed Ryana by the arm, squeezing the soft flesh hard enough to bruise, and violently yanked her to the side just as a throwing knife embedded itself in the wood exactly where her head had been.

"Keep your heads down!" Leo roared, his chest heaving.

His Draconic bloodline was flaring up. His pupils had turned purple and he felt a surge of energy in his body.

But no mater what, his bloodline was only 10 percent unlocked. And despite everything, he was no match to the Devil Masks ganging up on him.

Right now he was just a convenient target for them to test their skills on.

A few feet away, General Arthur was fighting like a mad bear. The big man was bleeding from a dozen shallow cuts, but he refused to slow down.

"Hold the line!" Arthur bellowed, swinging his broadsword and taking a masked man’s arm clean off, "Don’t let them flank us!"

But not everyone was a tough nut like him. The Royal Guards were dropping one by one. And before he could even issue another command, another one fell with a gurgling scream, a spear shoved straight through his heart.

The Blackfang Bandits were dong fairly better than the Royal Guards. But it was a tough task for them to go against the sheer number of the Devil masks.

Just a few feet away from Leo, Belladonna was a blood-soaked nightmare. Her clothes were covered in blood of the Devil Masks, as she chopped those men into pieces. But even she couldn’t be everywhere at once.

Two more Devil Masks zeroed in on Leo. They saw he was protecting the women, and for them, it was his weakness.

Leo raised his notched sword. His arms were shaking. He wasn’t going to be able to block both of them.

Then suddenly in front of their eyes, he vanished. He simply disappeared into thin air. The two Devil Masks froze, their blades stopping mid-swing.

They looked around, completely disoriented for a while, their heads swivelling as they tried to track his sudden movement in the chaos.

A split second later, Leo materialized directly behind the closest assassin. Without hesitation, he thrust his sword forward. The blade bit through the assassin’s back, tearing through flesh and bursting out through his stomach in a spray of dark blood.

The man choked, dropping his weapon as Leo violently yanked the sword free.

The second guy was confused, his eyes wide behind his bone mask, but his survival instincts kicked in. He was quick to react, leaping backward and maintaining distance from the teleporting boy.

Before Leo could pursue, a flash of movement caught his eye. Across the room, another Devil Mask was raising a blade, about to stab the exhausted Belladonna from behind.

Leo didn’t have time to run. He reached out with his free hand, pulled a card from thin air, and activated it instantly.

CRACK!

A blinding streak of thunderbolt shot from his hand, tearing across the hall. It slammed into the assassin behind Belladonna.

"AAAAGGH!!!" A blood-curdling, unnatural shriek tore from his throat as raw thunder seized his nervous system.

His body locked into a rigid, agonizing arch. The intense heat instantly melted his dark leather armour, fusing it directly to his skin.

He thrashed and spasmed wildly, his vocal cords tearing as he screamed in absolute, inescapable torment. Flesh blackened and peeled away from his bones in sizzling chunks before his entire form finally gave out, collapsing inward into a heap of smoldering, bloody ash.

But this sudden, brutal display of power drew the attention of the rest of the room. More assassins turned their sights on the dais, raising their weapons to swarm him.

"Uhooo!"

DING!

Out of nowhere, a blue system screen flared to life right in his field of vision, blinding him for a split second.

[Master! I think you might not make it!]

’Ohh! You can think?’

[Do you want to be sarcastic with me master? Or do you want my help?]

’Don’t waste time Aiva! These Devil inbreds are going to go Choppy Choppy on me anytime.’

[Consider it your good karma that you got me, Master!]

[Emergency Solution Detected: Catalyst Required.]

[Action: Kiss your Lady Seraphine, and let her rampage.]

Leo’s brain short-circuited as Aiva’s words slowly registered in his head.

’A kiss?’ Leo yelled mentally, his heart hammering against his ribs.

’Aiva, are you fucking insane?! We are literally in the middle of a slaughterhouse!’

[Speak for yourself, Master!]

Leo could feel Aiva was enjoying it, her tone dripping with smug amusement.

[You are in a slaughterhouse. I am safely enjoying the show from the VIP lounge of your soul space.]

[Now, you can continue to argue with me, or you can simply get back to work.]

[The Catalyst requires a direct, highly intimate transfer of your draconic mana.]

’Intimate transfer?!’ Leo ducked as a severed arm flew past his head.

’What is this, some twisted fairy tale? Am I supposed to be Prince Charming waking up Sleeping Beauty with a magical smooch?!"

"Fuck! She isn’t even asleep!’

[She is not asleep, Host, though you soon will be, that too, permanently if you don’t hurry up]

Aiva retorted.

[And statistically speaking, a kiss is the fastest method of fluid exchange without removing your pants.]

[And given the situation you are in, I strongly advise against the pants option.]

’I wasn’t considering the pants option!’ Leo screamed internally.

[Then just do it, Host!]

Aiva’s voice turned sharp, finally dropping the sarcastic drawl.

[Why are you hesitating? I am asking you to kiss your own woman and not sickly old High Priest.]

[Kiss her, and ignite the dormant spark!]

[Now!]

The assassins leaped onto the dais, their blades raised, expecting a final, desperate stand.

But Leo didn’t have time to argue with the system. He didn’t have time to think.

He spun around, dropping his sword completely.

The metal clattered uselessly on the bloody floor.

The approaching Devil Masks faltered for a fraction of a second, their brows furrowing beneath their bone masks.

’What was the Usurper doing?’ They exchanged confused glances, their lethal momentum stuttering as their target literally threw away his only defence, ’What new trick he was pulling off?’

Meanwhile, Leo crouched on the stone floor and grabbed Seraphine by her arm. His hands were slick with hot blood and sweat.

he pulled her towards him and in sheer desperation, grabbed a fistful of her golden hair, yanking her head back roughly, exposing her throat.

His other hand slammed onto her breasts, gripping her big, soft melons firmly in his palms through the torn silk, pulling her trembling body against his.

[I didn’t ask you to do that]

"Leo!" Seraphine gasped, her eyes wide with shock, "What are you..."

"Trust me," he growled hoarsely, his gaze dropping to her trembling lips.

And saying so he crushed his lips against hers, that knocked the breath from her lungs. His teeth clicked against hers.

He tasted the copper tang of blood from his own cut lip, mixing intoxicatingly with her sweet, warm breath.

He forced his tongue into her mouth, claiming her right there in the middle of the slaughter. A fiery current of draconic mana began to pour from him into her, hot and electric.

Ryana stared at them, her jaw dropping. The assassins were literally seconds away from taking their heads off, and Leo was kissing the Lady of the Keep like a madman possessed.

"Are you crazy?!" Ryana shrieked over the din of battle.

Meanwhile, the assassins almost fell flat on their faces seeing the sight in front of them. What the fuck? Was this a dead man’s final wish?

On the other hand, Seraphine didn’t fight him.

Even in the face of imminent death, the terrifying world around her simply faded away. She melted completely against his chest.

Her hands came up, her fingers digging desperately into his bloody shirt as she kissed him back with a ravenous hunger.

She surrendered entirely to the rough, bruising kiss, losing control of her senses as his tongue danced with hers, sending shockwaves of pure, unadulterated pleasure and terrifying power straight to her core.

"Oh, Leo..." she moaned softly against his lips, her voice thick with raw desire and total surrender.

"Even if I die right now... I want to die right here in your arms."