My Blood Legacy: Reincarnated as a Vampire

Chapter 480 I killed your king, and your prince

"Hm... a reality distortion." Dante murmured, observing the space around the realm of the giants.

His eyes scanned the vast horizon, analyzing the colossal structure of that territory. The very fabric of reality seemed to bend to accommodate the existence of that domain.

"Makes sense for there to be a spatial distortion," he reflected as he casually advanced toward the main gate. "After all, it would be theoretically impossible for such a massive kingdom to exist in the standard world. We don't have a super planet to sustain it."

Without haste, he stopped before the imposing entrance, lifted his head, and took a deep breath.

"Alright, your king is dead!" His voice thundered across every corner of the kingdom, reaching even the most distant giants.

Dante's voice still echoed throughout the Giant's Realm. For a moment, silence reigned. No response came, no cry of retaliation. Only the cold wind slicing through the air, carrying the scent of blood and destruction.

"Hm?" Dante frowned. "So that's it?" He muttered, kicking a charred piece of debris from what remained of the gate. "Your king has fallen, and no one's going to do anything?"

His golden eyes narrowed. He could feel it. The fear.

The giants knew he was there for vengeance. They knew nothing could save them. Yet still... nothing.

"Cowards." Dante spat on the ground, an unpleasant taste of boredom forming in his mouth.

He walked slowly into the kingdom, his footsteps echoing through the still-smoldering ruins of the wall he had destroyed. Every house was massive, built from ancient stones and colossal tree trunks. The entire place reeked of sweat, iron, and roasted flesh.

But no one came to meet him. He cracked his fingers. "Oh, come on, don't make me come to you." His voice carried a weight of menace.

And then, he felt it. A small tremor. A grin formed on his lips. They finally decided to react.

From the shadows of the gigantic structures, an ear-splitting roar tore through the air.

Five giants emerged from the sides of the houses, each wielding enormous weapons of war—harpoons, spears, serrated swords forged from the bones of ancient beasts. Their faces bore pure desperation and hatred.

The first to move was a brute with a war hammer the size of a small building. He raised it above his head, his veins bulging as his enormous muscles tensed.

Dante merely raised his hand. The air around them distorted.

In the next instant, the hammer stopped midair. The giant's eyes widened as he watched his own body being torn apart by an invisible force.

"My patience is wearing thin." With a casual motion, Dante clenched his fist.

The giant exploded.

His bones shattered like glass, his flesh was pulverized, and his blood scattered like a crimson storm.

The others hesitated.

Dante tilted his head.

"Well? Next."

Two of them roared and charged together—one swinging a chain with a curved blade at the end, the other wielding a halberd bathed in a dark metal.

Dante didn't even move.

The chain came first, aiming to ensnare him. But before the blade could touch his body, he simply raised his hand, catching the raw metal between his fingers.

The giant tried to pull it back.

Fatal mistake.

Dante yanked hard.

The monster was lifted off the ground, his entire body hurled forward. The moment he was in the air, Dante grabbed him by the face.

His cold eyes met the creature's desperate ones.

He squeezed.

The giant's head was crushed like a ripe fruit.

The body collapsed to the ground like an empty sack, convulsing for a moment before going still.

The last one hesitated—but decided to try his luck.

He brought the halberd down with all his might.

Dante sighed, sidestepping effortlessly before delivering a single punch to the monster's chest.

The impact was so destructive that the giant was sent crashing through four stone houses before becoming nothing more than a distant stain on the horizon.

Silence once again settled over the place.

Dante rolled his shoulders, scanning his surroundings.

"How many more do I need to kill before I find him?" His voice carried a note of irritation.

Then, a sound caught his attention.

Far away, atop a dark stone hill, a small group of giants was fleeing at full speed.

Among them... Forki Dolafor.

Dante snapped his fingers. Black flames ignited around Forki's hand, burning his flesh slowly, devouring his skin inch by inch.

The scent of charred meat filled the air, and the giant's scream tore through the night like a wail of pure agony.

"This is just the beginning," Dante murmured.

He grabbed Forki's other arm and twisted it violently, dislocating the shoulder with a sickening pop. The giant thrashed, but Dante only smiled and dug his fingers into the flesh, ripping through muscle and tendons as he wrenched the arm in directions it was never meant to go.

Forki sobbed, his entire body trembling. He tried to pull away, but Dante was relentless.

"Are you already this desperate?" Dante mocked. "I thought you were a warrior."

He let go of the giant's mangled arm, letting it dangle uselessly at his side.

But Dante wasn't done.

With a swift motion, he grabbed one of Forki's legs and applied pressure. Slowly. Ever so slowly.

The bones began to give way. The femur cracked first, followed by the tibia. The skin split open, and the white bone pierced through the flesh, bursting out in a spray of warm blood.

Forki howled. His lungs seemed ready to tear apart from the sheer force of his screams.

Dante tilted his head, as if savoring a beautiful melody.

"What a lovely scream."

He released the giant's mutilated leg, watching as he writhed on the ground, his blood-soaked body spasming in pure despair.

But Dante wanted more.

He knelt beside Forki, gripping his sweat-and-tear-soaked face.

"You were always arrogant," he sighed, almost nostalgic. "I guess that hasn't changed."

Then, without warning, he plunged his fingers into Forki's eyes.

The giant tried to scream, but his throat was too raw. He only let out choked, ragged sounds as Dante pushed deeper.

The eyeballs popped like overripe fruit, a warm, viscous liquid dripping down Forki's face as he convulsed, his mind drowning in an ocean of unbearable pain.

Dante pulled his fingers out, glancing at his hands, now coated in blood and ocular fluid.

"Now you really can't see."

He laughed.

Forki's body began to convulse violently. His breathing was ragged, uneven. He was nearing his limit.

But Dante couldn't let him die just yet.

Not yet.

He placed his hand over the giant's blood-soaked chest and channeled dark energy.

Forki's heart, which was already beating weakly, was forced to keep pulsing. His pain intensified. His body was compelled to stay alive, even when everything inside him begged for death.

"Oh, don't think you'll escape so soon," Dante murmured, gazing at him with amusement. "I'm not done yet."

Forki, blind, mutilated, on the very brink of death, let out one final sound—not of pain, but of despair.

He knew.

There was no escape.

Dante smiled cruelly and, with a final motion, drove his hand straight into the giant's chest, ripping out his still-beating heart.

He held it for a moment, watching it pulse weakly, each beat slower than the last.

Then, he crushed the organ in his hand.

Blood splattered. Forki's life faded away.

And at last, the pain ended.

Dante stood up, wiping his hands clean. He looked down at the ruined corpse before him and let out a sigh.

"That was fun."

Then, with nothing more to say, he turned and walked away, leaving behind only death and silence.

"Creatures, I'm sorry," Dante spoke, his voice calm yet merciless. "But your race no longer has a place in this world. You take up too much space, and I need room to build the future."

He grinned.

"So, I'll give you two options. Become Titans—my War Demons—of your own free will..."

His smile widened, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement.

"Or... I will kill every single one of you."