All MILFs are Mine - Chapter 372: The Blood-Drunk: General Kai

“Thirteen million thirty-two thousand five hundred and sixty-seven, exact amount.” The mist replied in a neutral voice.

“What !??? 13,032,567 !??”

“Why are there so many in there? Fucking Hell.” Leon thought, his eyes widening in shock as the staggering numbers registered in his mind.

“Their queen recently reproduced, Master,” the mist replied, her vaporous form swirling low to the ground.

“Should I go inside and try to take their attention away, master?” Dusk proposed, his expression completely neutral despite listening to the enemy numbers. “You will be able to escape that way without getting caught master, and I can just disappear once you get out and follow you from behind.”

“That can work… But I don’t have any idea how fast their speed is, and without knowing that, I can’t send you inside,” Leon replied, his face darkening as he weighed the options.

“They are too fast… You will get caught and eaten the second you step inside that room,” the mist cut in, her voice cold and definitive.

“Wait… I remember the Frobolusent’s journal,” Leon spoke, his gaze snapping back to the mist. “It said that if you don’t move inside the room, they won’t see us. He made it alive out of that room.”

“It took him three days to do that,” the mist countered immediately. “The distance from this point to the exit crack is only around twenty meters.

He moved so slowly that it took him three whole days to cross that small distance. It was the most boring and the most interesting thing to watch him do. He was moving his body so slow it was almost impossible to notice the moment. He was blinking so slow that it was painful.”

“Three days just to cover twenty meters!?” Leon asked, his expression growing dead serious.

“Yes. And while they might not be able to see through your invisibility, their queen can easily see through it. She will guide the horde to kill you, same goes for my illusions.” the mist spoke, turning toward Dusk.

“I see…” Dusk replied, his tail turning still.

“Scared now?” Leon asked, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he looked down at dusk.

“Just give the order, master… I am ready to die if that’s what it means to save you. I was already dead months ago in that forest until you saved me. My life is yours to sacrifice at any point you like,” Dusk replied with unwavering loyalty.

“Don’t worry, Dusk. I won’t let you die like that,” Leon said. He stood up straight, his mana flaring as he activated his skill.

<Summoner’s Pocket>

“Summon the Malebolge…” Leon commanded in a low, authoritative voice.

A dense, pitch-black shadow pool erupted on the stone floor in front of him.

“Master…” Twelve different voices spoke at the same time as their voices echoed throughout the stairs.

“Give me the Blood-Drunk, general Kael…” Leon ordered.

The shadow immediately began to churn and warp, expanding rapidly as it grew in size. A suffocating wave of pure, heavy bloodlust flooded the environment around them, making the ambient mist recoil.

Within seconds, the silhouette solidified into a towering, massive figure. He wore a heavy, dented war helmet, a blood tainted armour and two colossally thick battleaxes were strapped to his back.

“I was wondering when you are going to summon me… Master,” Kael spoke. A wide, savage smile split his face, visible even through the thick, coarse hair of his orange monstrous beard.

“There are thirteen million, thirty-two thousand, five hundred and sixty-seven enemies inside that room,” Leon explained swiftly, giving the general a cold breakdown of the situation.

“The enemies can’t die unless their heads are chopped off, and if their heads come into contact with their bodies again, they revive.

They have a queen guiding them. The exit is around twenty meters from here. Can you get me there?”

Kael paused for a fraction of a second before bursting into a deep, booming laugh.

“Hahahaha… HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA! Can I get you there? My name is General Kael, master! I am the greatest tactician of all time. I am the one who generated fear in those who didn’t even fear death itself!”

He unclasped the two massive axes from his back, the heavy metal humming with latent violence.

“I have killed things that you won’t even see in your entire lifetime… Let me guess, are the enemies inside this room by any chance Valu-mecent mongers?” Kael asked, his eyes gleaming with mad excitement.

“You’ve fought them before?” Leon asked, his expression completely neutral.

“In my prime, when I was just a fresh adventurer… I went inside a B-ranked dungeon.

It was a vicious, miserable place, crawling with creatures that most people don’t see very often. On the final floor of that dungeon, I came across these filthy bastards, the Valu-mecent mongers.”

Kael’s grip tightened on his weapons.

“They don’t have proper ears, but their eyes are incredibly sharp. With only a simple glance, they can track the smallest movement happening around them.

There were too many of them, and my weak-ass party immediately abandoned me and ran away. They used me as bait to give them enough time to escape. But the massacre I created that day inside that dungeon is what gave me my title… the {Blood-Drunk}.”

The general grinned widely, leaning down slightly. “I fought twenty million of those dogs with these two axes for three days straight… day and night non-stop. And I walked out carrying their queen’s head as my victory’s gift.”

“How is that possible? Didn’t they just keep reviving?” Dusk asked, his eyes wide with confusion as he stared up at the giant.

“Listen here, blackie… You want to know why they didn’t regenerate?” Kael asked, taking a heavy step forward until he was towering directly over Dusk.

“Why?” Dusk asked, his posture tensing.

“Because I was eating their fucking heads as soon as I cut them off… HAHAHAHAHA!” Kael roared, his booming laughter echoing wildly down the stone corridor.

“I assume it didn’t end good for that party as well.” Leon asked with a smile as he looked at Kael.

“I used their skulls to drink wine the next day.” Kael replied with a serious expression.