My Blood Legacy: Reincarnated as a Vampire

Chapter 463 Dante's arrogance.

Dante stood motionless, staring at the enormous dragon looming before him, its titanic wings blocking the sky like a menacing shadow. His gaze, now glowing with a supernatural light, was firm and unyielding. He narrowed his eyes as he spoke, his voice reverberating like thunder, making the air around him tremble.

"Then go," he challenged, the intensity in his voice causing the dragon to hesitate for a moment. "Complete your plan."

Mary Rose, in her colossal dragon form, tilted her reptilian head, letting out a low growl that made the ground quake. "You're being arrogant," she spat, but there was something in her voice—a note of doubt, a hesitation she couldn't conceal.

"Fufufu." Dante let out a short, cold laugh, as if he'd heard an unfunny joke.

"Arrogant? Oh, Mary Rose..." He shook his head slightly, the smile fading as his expression grew dangerously serious.

"I've been arrogant many times in my life. But now? Now, I am fully certain of who I am and exactly how to erase a disgusting old abomination like you."

The silence that followed was deafening, as Dante took a step forward, his presence swelling like an impending storm. The truth was etched in his eyes: he was no longer merely a warrior or a conqueror. He was the Emperor of Hell, seated on the throne of a dimension that transcended time and space.

His gaze pierced through Mary Rose as if he could see through her flesh and bones. To Dante, the physical world no longer existed as it once had. All he saw was the realm of souls and bones, the invisible fabric that held the balance between life and death. And in that vision, he had already grasped her essence, already uncovered the secret Mary Rose was trying to hide behind her draconic form.

"You're not a dragon," he declared, his voice low but filled with conviction, like the sound of an inescapable sentence.

Mary Rose narrowed her reptilian eyes, a glimmer of incredulity and rage surfacing. "Not a dragon?" she repeated, a roar of derision escaping her throat. "HAHAHAHAHA! YOU FOOL!"

With a deafening roar, she rose into the skies, her wings spreading like an ascending storm. But Dante remained unfazed, his posture serene and his expression unchanging.

"Valentina," he called, his voice cutting through the chaos like a sharp blade.

From above, his wife soared gracefully, an aura of demonic power radiating from her. The sound of her name was all it took. Valentina nodded, fully understanding the command.

While the dragon continued to roar, secure in its false superiority, Valentina moved with precision. Gliding through the skies with elegance, she raised her hands and clapped them with force, as if splitting the very air in two. The energy emanating from her gesture was like divine thunder that tore through the heavens, scattering the crimson clouds that had overtaken the battlefield.

The sky opened up, and the brilliance of the sun pierced through the darkness like a golden spear, flooding the battlefield with a blinding and overwhelming light. Every shadow that had reigned until then was obliterated, leaving no doubt that the balance of power had shifted.

Dante lifted his eyes to the now-illuminated sky, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. "Much better," he murmured before turning his attention to something more pressing. "Where's Fey?"

As if in answer to his question, a melodic and familiar voice spoke behind him. "I'm here, my love." Fey, the woman with flowing green hair and a gown that radiated serenity and strength, approached, wrapping him in a loving embrace. Fenrir, the majestic beast that accompanied her, appeared silently by her side, his eyes gleaming with an otherworldly intelligence.

Dante turned slightly, his hand resting casually but with recognition on Fenrir's head. "I presume you used End Energy to assist in the sealing, correct?" he asked, his approving gaze falling upon Fey.

Fenrir nodded, his head dipping slightly, while Fey responded with a faint, enigmatic smile. "Yes, my love. It was necessary."

Dante gently patted Fenrir's head, like rewarding a trusted ally. "Good work," he said simply, but his voice carried a weight that was more than enough to convey his gratitude. Find more to read at My Virtual Library Empire

Then, Dante smiled—that enigmatic smile only he could wear. "Done," he said, as if it were the simplest thing in the world.

Sara blinked, confused. "Done... what?"

He turned to her, casual, his shoulders relaxing. "I've revived them all as demons."

Incredulity washed over Sara's face for a moment, but before she could say anything, several powerful and sinister auras began to manifest on the horizon.

The newly demonic forms of his allies began to emerge, their dark presences making the air tremble with intensity. It was as if Hell itself had decided to answer Dante's call.

Dante stepped forward, his confidence radiating as he said calmly, "Now..."

Suddenly, he raised his voice, looking straight at the sky with a mix of exasperation and sarcasm. "Oh, yes! Hey, you angelic bitch!" he shouted, his voice echoing across the battlefield. "Get down here and resurrect your angels, you moody wench! Thanks for the 'help,' but you killed way too many people here, you know that? I don't remember asking for such useless interference! And look at this—congratulations! You managed to turn an idiot into a dragon! Your intervention was pathetic!"

A tense silence fell over the field, broken only by the groans of wounded soldiers and the distant sound of thunder.

"Dante..." Sara murmured, her voice tinged with concern. She knew exactly who he was talking to. It wasn't just anyone; it was Strelitzia, one of the supreme angelic entities.

The tension was shattered by a powerful voice descending from the heavens, brimming with authority and disdain. "You grow bolder with every passing moment, demon..."

Dante scoffed, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes. "Shut up, Strelitzia. Just do your job before I come up there myself."

The clouds above began to churn, and a celestial light broke through the skies, descending onto the battlefield. Strelitzia's presence was overwhelming—a fusion of divine glory and incomparable severity.

"You truly have the audacity to speak to me this way?" her voice echoed, laden with incredulity.

Dante laughed—a cold, disdainful laugh. "Audacity? No, this is pragmatism. If you were so eager to meddle here, at least fix the mess you left behind. Or is the glorious Heaven incapable of cleaning up its own screw-ups?"

Strelitzia's eyes, now visible in the radiant light that enveloped her, glowed with restrained fury but also a flicker of what seemed like reluctant respect.

"Watch your words, Dante," she warned.

"And you, watch your incompetence," he shot back, gesturing toward the bodies scattered across the battlefield. "Or are you going to keep playing the untouchable glorious one while the world falls apart around you?"

Strelitzia hesitated for a moment before extending her hand. A wave of divine energy began to envelop the fallen angelic bodies, and Dante gave a satisfied smile, as if he'd just won yet another battle.

"That, dear, isn't so hard, is it?" he teased, as the golden glow spread out, slowly restoring the lives that had been lost.

"STOP IGNORING ME!!!" The Dragon suddenly roared... "Oh, that's right..."