My Blood Legacy: Reincarnated as a Vampire

"Never underestimate me, Dante," he roared as his shadow sword materialized back in his hand.

'Oh boy, he didn't get it… He's weak.' Dante thought, watching how he was merely toying with the Werewolf King. It was almost comical to see him trying and trying, but nothing was really working.

Dante dodged the blade and kicked Velkan in the stomach, who spat blood before being sent flying, but Dante didn't stop. He moved faster than Velkan had been thrown and appeared behind him, delivering another blow that hit his back full force.

"Ahhhrgt!" Velkan felt unbearable pain throughout his body. "I told you, all you had to do was hand over your son, and it would've been fine. Why this?" Dante mocked, so far not even needing to draw a sword to deal with this man, which already showed that… He wasn't even taking him seriously. "Your pathetic pride is going to get you killed." Dante said, finally summoning it...

Rebellion emerged directly from his hand as the atmosphere in the room became even stranger, a tense air arose, but it wasn't because of Rebellion or Dante...

"You might be strong, Fenrir," Valentina commented, her voice filled with disdain. "But your rage makes you reckless." The scream cut through the air as Valentina advanced. Dante immediately turned his head to the scene, seeing for the first time Valentina's Vampire Count transformation… "Oh, she got even more beautiful," he commented, completely ignoring Velkan.

Fenrir, driven by her fury, paid no attention to Valentina's words. Her mind was focused on one thing: destroying the woman before her. The claws of Loki's daughter extended once again, aiming directly at Valentina's neck in a brutal, unhesitating attack.

Valentina was ready. As Fenrir attacked, Valentina made a quick sidestep, dodging the lethal claws with the precision of a dancer in a storm. Taking advantage of Fenrir's imbalance, Valentina struck with Gungnir, hitting Fenrir's paw flank, opening a deep cut that made the wolf howl in pain and instinctively retreat.

Across the hall, Dante and Velkan continued their confrontation, but Dante's mood had changed. He no longer saw Velkan as a real threat — now, his impatience was palpable. Dante observed Velkan, who had retreated a few steps after his last failed attack, and decided it was time to end this.

"You missed your chance, Velkan," Dante said, his voice cold and unforgiving. He raised his hand, and a dense dark energy began to concentrate around his sword. It was as if the very atmosphere around Dante was being compressed by his presence, making the air heavier, almost impossible to breathe.

Velkan immediately sensed the shift in the air and knew something was wrong.

He tried to summon more shadows, seeking protection in his ability to manipulate them.

But before he could do anything, Dante moved.

His speed was absurd, almost incomprehensible. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Velkan, and before the werewolf king could react, Dante delivered a direct blow to his chest.

The impact was devastating.

The force of the strike pierced through Velkan's defenses as if they were made of paper.

He was violently thrown back, his feet skidding along the floor as he struggled to stay upright. Blood dripped from his mouth, and he knew his situation was becoming desperate. Dante, on the other hand, didn't even seem to have exerted himself.

Meanwhile, Valentina dominated Fenrir. Fenrir's strength was brutal, but her attacks were predictable, driven by uncontrollable rage. Valentina kept her at bay with the divine spear, striking and cutting each time Fenrir tried to advance. The huge wolf, exhausted and wounded, tried to retreat to gain some space, but Valentina didn't allow it.

"You tried hard, Fenrir," Valentina mocked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "But this ends here." With a swift move, she spun Gungnir one last time, delivering a direct blow to Fenrir's stomach, causing her to collapse on the ground, panting and bleeding.

Fenrir tried to stand up, but her body was already at its limit. She gritted her teeth, forcing herself to face Valentina. "You… will pay for this," she growled, even though she knew her words carried no weight anymore, and her wolf form faded, leaving her as nothing but a wounded woman.

Valentina merely shrugged, unconcerned. "Maybe someday, but not today."

Dante, watching Velkan's desperation and Fenrir's state, realized the confrontation was over. He walked calmly to where Velkan was kneeling on the ground, trying to catch his breath. "So, was your pride worth it?" Dante mocked. "You're nothing but a pathetic shadow."

Velkan tried to stand, but his strength betrayed him. "I… I'm not finished yet," he murmured, though his words sounded empty even to himself.

Dante let out an impatient sigh. "Yes, you are. And I'm done with this." He raised his hand, ready to deliver the final blow that would end Velkan once and for all.

However, something in the air changed. A cold wind swept through the hall, causing the walls to tremble slightly. Fenrir, still on the ground, widened her eyes, realizing what was happening before everyone else. "No... Not now..." she murmured, her voice filled with anguish. Enjoy exclusive adventures from мѵʟ

Dante frowned, sensing the shift in the atmosphere. He looked around, his sharp senses picking up on something unusual. "What is this?" he asked, though he knew something big was coming.

Valentina, noticing the same thing, narrowed her eyes and stepped back, moving closer to Dante. "We're being watched," she said, her voice low and alert. "Something's wrong."

Before Dante could respond, a voice echoed from the shadows around them. An ancient voice, it sounded truly powerful and, above all, dangerous. "Enough for today. You have proven your strength... but this is not the end."

Suddenly, Velkan and Fenrir were enveloped by a dark mist, their figures quickly disappearing.

"Oh, but it won't be!" Dante rushed forward, trying to intercept them, but the fog was impenetrable, and within seconds, their enemies vanished completely from the hall.

"Damn it!" Dante growled, his frustration flaring up once again. He punched the ground, creating a small crater in the marble. "They escaped again."

Valentina, still holding Gungnir, looked around, her eyes scanning every corner of the hall, analyzing if there was any other source of energy that could be part of this problem. "They retreated, but we weren't defeated. They knew they were losing, or rather, they knew they were going to lose..."

Dante stood up, clenching his fists but taking a deep breath to control his anger. "Yes. They fled like cowards, but that only delays the inevitable."

Valentina shrugged, her confidence intact. "We'll get another chance. And next time, they won't have any way to escape." She said, her eyes glowing pure crimson red as her transformation faded. "At least, the woman is weak. Despite having divine power in her veins, she's not a fighter." Valentina commented.

"She's still a Mythological Beast," Dante said, and Valentina raised her eyebrows, "Do you know her?" "By name, yes. Mythology from my Previous Life. The Wolf of Ragnarok, Fenrir." He said.

Dante looked at the spot where Fenrir and Velkan had disappeared, his eyes narrowing. "Next time, I'll make sure there's nothing left for them to retreat to, at least, I hope so."

The hall, now devastated by the battle, was silent. The heavy air of tension slowly dissipated. "Fix this, please." Dante said towards Alice, who blinked twice, making everything return to how it was... "What a headache," Dante muttered.

"So, does anyone still have any doubt that Velkan is a traitor?" He asked, looking around at everyone who remained silent. "I'm doing this because I know what's coming, and I'm sure you'll all die if I don't take charge of the problem," Dante commented.

"You're acting like the Regent again," Elowyn remarked, displeased. "So, you're still standing against me? Fine," Dante said, shrugging. "Just don't expect me to save you and your elves when the real problem starts. Because I already know exactly how to save both planets and Hell in this sector in the most peaceful way possible," Dante commented, smiling, almost as if he were pointing a sword at her.

"She's still learning, Emperor Scarlet," her mother interrupted. Aewyn smiled at him, "She's still a child," she remarked.

'What are you doing, mother!' Aewyn used communication magic to speak quickly with her mother, 'Shut up and do what he says, that man is a freaking Transcendental Being! This guy has lived longer than our planet!' She saw through Dante for just a second, and felt that this man… 'He's as ancient as the Planet, maybe even older… this guy is a Reincarnate,' she said, and Elowyn's eyes widened.

Dante smiled at the Queen of the Elves' mother. "Of course," he remarked as he turned to Siren...

"You're coming with me before I go with my wives directly to your continent," Dante said, but... "Sorry, but it's not that simple. My subordinates are waiting for me," Siren replied...

Dante pondered for a few seconds…

"Then I'll see you later," he said as a massive portal appeared. "Let's go, girls," he commented.

"You're leaving just like that? Without even talking to your friend?" One of the dwarves drew Dante's attention, who… had momentarily forgotten...

'Damn it,' Dante thought, "Hahahaha how could I forget… hahaha," he said, scratching his head, 'I usually don't have male friends, so I forget these things…'

"Come on, you can join us, we need to talk too," Dante smiled.