My Blood Legacy: Reincarnated as a Vampire

Chapter 462 Continue your plan... Little dragon.

"It impresses me that you're here, without even understanding half of what this has become," the dragon said, her deep, melodic voice rumbling like distant thunder as a smug smile formed across her colossal face. Her eyes glowed like red stars, brimming with unwavering arrogance.

"What impresses me more is that you had the nerve to face me after all of this," Dante replied, crossing his arms as an even more provocative grin spread across his face.

The dragon let out a low chuckle, like a storm rolling on the horizon. "Arrogance or ignorance?" she questioned, tilting her massive head slightly, as though studying an intriguing puzzle.

Dante shrugged nonchalantly. "Who knows?" He then pointed his sword at her, the blade shimmering with demonic energy. "But if you're so curious, why don't you come down here? Let's settle our... differences."

Mary Rose, or what remained of her in that draconic form, smiled again, this time with a touch of malice. "You've always been like this, haven't you? So confident, so impatient." Her voice echoed across the land, filling every corner. "But maybe you should save that bravado... for another time. I think you should go check on your wives."

Dante's smile vanished instantly, replaced by a cold, calculating stare. Her words echoed in his mind like a blaring alarm. Without hesitation, he closed his eyes and unleashed his aura, spreading it across the kingdom like an invisible wave, scanning every corner, every crevice. It was an extension of his very existence, a task he could perform effortlessly.

But what he found—or rather, what he didn't find—made his heart stop for a brief moment. Emptiness. No connections. No traces. Nothing.

He opened his eyes slowly, his gaze now laden with an intensity that was almost suffocating. "What did you do?" he asked, his voice low but carrying a threat so heavy it seemed to weigh down the air around them.

Mary Rose let out a soft laugh, like the grinding of a thousand blades being sharpened. "Ah, now you're taking this seriously. Perhaps it's too late, Dante. Perhaps... you've been so arrogant that you forgot to protect what truly matters."

The aura surrounding Dante began to grow, dark and oppressive, pulsing like a malignant heartbeat. He didn't respond immediately, his fists clenching as the ground beneath him began to crack under the pressure of his energy. His breathing slowed, becoming more controlled, but there was a burning rage behind every movement.

"I'll ask you one more time," he said, his voice slicing through the air like a blade. "What. Did. You. Do?"

Mary Rose tilted her head to the side, a cruel smile playing on her lips as her eyes gleamed with malice. "Why don't you find out for yourself?" she taunted, her voice dripping with venom. Slowly, she raised a hand and pointed toward the horizon, where a pile of bodies lay stacked like discarded refuse. "I left their cold corpses... together."

Dante turned his head toward where she was pointing, and for a moment, the world seemed to stop. His eyes fixed on the pile in the distance, a tangled mass of familiar forms, and something inside him shattered.

The black-and-gold aura surrounding Dante began to pulse, first slowly, then in uncontrollable bursts, like an impending explosion. The ground beneath him started to crack and quake, while the sky above seemed to darken further, as though Hell itself was answering his fury.

"Mary..." he whispered, his voice almost inaudible but carrying a threat so absolute that even the winds around them seemed to cease. He took a step toward the pile, his hand trembling slightly as he gripped Rebellion.

As he drew closer, the outlines of the figures became clearer. Valentina, Morgana, Nagasawa, Aaralyn, Sara... All of his wives—or what was left of them—were grotesquely piled together. Dry blood stained their clothes and weapons, their bodies frozen in positions that spoke of a fierce fight to the bitter end.

Elsewhere, Alice, Lilith, Vex... with dismembered bodies and lifeless eyes... Lyrianna, Aldria, and Velryna too, all dead...

Something inside Dante shifted. The pain that pierced through his chest wasn't just rage—it was a devastation so profound it threatened to consume him entirely.

He stared at the pile, his sword slipping from his grasp and embedding itself into the ground beside him.

"No..." Dante murmured, his eyes locked on the heap of bodies before him. Disbelief and despair mingled on his face, as though something within him was breaking apart, piece by piece. "This can't be..."

Behind him, Mary Rose erupted into a sharp, cutting laugh that echoed across the battlefield like a blade slicing through the silence. "The great Sovereign, reduced to nothing before a pile of corpses!" she mocked, her words dripping with venom. "You've always thought yourself invincible, Dante. But look at you now... powerless."

Finally, all of them aligned, their combined presence forming a wave of power so overwhelming it seemed to warp the space around them. Their energies melded into a terrifying spectacle, and then, in unison, they spoke, their eyes fixed on Dante:

"Oh, hello, dear."

Dante stood before his wives, their radiant and formidable presence surrounding him. A satisfied, confident smile spread across his face as he greeted them. "Welcome back," he said, his voice calm yet laced with a dark undertone that sent a shiver through Mary Rose.

He tilted his head slightly, his smile growing wider. "But... we're still missing two." His statement hung in the air, laden with anticipation.

ROOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRR!

A deafening roar shattered the silence, reverberating across the realm. The ground trembled beneath the titanic sound as the skies tore open, revealing two colossal demonic dragons emerging from blazing portals. Their jet-black scales and smoldering eyes radiated pure malevolence.

"Oh, Voralith and Eldrax," Dante murmured, his grin widening as he watched the dragons. "You've finally joined the party."

As the dragons landed with an earth-shaking impact, Dante shifted his gaze to Mary Rose, his eyes burning with a menacing gleam. "Now... where is Tiamat's body?" he asked, his tone casual but laced with overwhelming authority.

At that moment, something glimmered in the distance before flying toward him. A small orb landed gently in his hand.

"Ah, here it is," he said, examining the sphere. "Thank you, Cherry." His voice was almost playful, and Cherry, standing a bit further back, gave a small, casual wave. "Not a problem, hubby," she replied with a mischievous smile, leaning against a nearby rock as if everything unfolding was a mere diversion.

Dante twirled the sphere between his fingers before slamming it into the ground with force. A flash of energy erupted, and Tiamat's colossal body materialized, lifeless yet still radiating an overwhelming, terrifying presence.

"Consume," he commanded, his voice echoing with unyielding power. From his body, the Cerberus emerged—three monstrous demonic beasts with ravenous jaws. They lunged at Tiamat's corpse, their fangs tearing through flesh and bone with uncontrollable ferocity.

Mary Rose watched, her confidence wavering as she struggled to grasp the scale of power Dante wielded. But he wasn't finished. His eyes slowly scanned the battlefield, taking in the carnage surrounding him.

"Ah, that's right..." he murmured almost casually, his gaze lingering on the countless bodies strewn across the ground. "A lot of people died here today, didn't they?" Continue reading on My Virtual Library Empire

He raised his hand slowly, the air around him beginning to vibrate, charged with a dark and primal energy. "How about..." His voice dropped even lower, his eyes glowing intensely as a predatory smile spread across his face.

"You... rise."

A wave of energy surged from his body, sweeping across the field like a storm. The fallen bodies began to twitch, shadows coiling around them like living serpents. One by one, they started to rise, their forms now corrupted by a demonic essence. Their eyes glowed with the same deep crimson that radiated from Dante, forming an entire army of reanimated corpses standing before him.

"I... I'm alive?" Kaalindra murmured, staring at her hands in disbelief.

"It seems so," Talassa replied, rising before shifting into her massive dragon form and taking flight to join Voralith and Eldrax in the skies.

"How adorable," Dante remarked, his tone dripping with amusement as he observed the scene.

Mary Rose stumbled backward, pure horror etched across her face. Dante, on the other hand, simply smiled, his aura brimming with absolute power.

"Now," he said, addressing Mary Rose with a cold, mocking edge in his voice, "continue your plan. Little dragon."