MY BLOOD LEGACY: REINCARNATED AS A VAMPIREC68: The Guardian of Ruin
Dante and Alexander had already recovered from Nagasawa's sudden attack on their bodies. Naturally, Dante would recover faster from mild poisons, but this was too much even for him.
"We have to keep moving forward," she said, leading the way. Her steps were large, but she never left them behind. Her instincts told her something was wrong, but she couldn't say what. So, her leadership continued.
Throughout the descent, nothing was found. It was as if the Dungeon had been completely cleared. But this specific location was monitored by the witches the entire time. Was there any possibility that someone had descended and cleared the unexplored areas? She really didn't know, but over time, something was discovered.
"There's something here," Elizabeth said, entering a different passage, slightly separating from the others. They followed her voice and found something rather curious.
"Look at this," she said, pointing to the entrance that only one person could pass through at a time. In fact, it seemed that this passage had collapsed at some point, leaving only a gap.
Everyone passed through calmly, wary of the rocks. They could widen the entrance, but it was dangerous due to the risk of collapse, so there was no choice but to be careful.
When everyone passed through, they found themselves in a dome-shaped cavern.
It was a massive room, with several frozen stone pillars that could no longer support the cavern's ceiling, and a monument in the middle, covered by vines and dead plants. The mana in the area was also highly variable.
"The support could give in at any moment. It could bury us all. Be careful with your movements," Clovis pointed out the cave's flaw. As a dwarf, his specialty was architectural analysis, and that was clearly one of the worst things he had ever seen being done.
"No, there's something different," Elowyn said as she closed her eyes and concentrated. Before they could say anything, Seraphina said, "The mana here is being subtly drained." Her magical perception was the greatest among all of them.
Dante looked around and saw several Blue Spider-Lilies, a new variation of the flower. "So beautiful," Sara said as she plucked one from the ground.
"Let's take a break," Nagasawa said, heading towards a small stream that covered both ends. "It's drinkable, rest for a bit," she suggested, as some of the students approached to take a sip of water. It had been hours since they had been walking, and their throats were already parched.
"Dante, there's something strange here. Stay on guard," Dante ordered, and almost no one took him seriously, except Elizabeth, Sara, and Clovis.
"Are you sure, fool?" Alexander asked with a smile. "I don't see anything strange. Are you hallucinating because you're on drugs?" he teased, while the others laughed.
"Seriously, did you come drugged for the excursion, Scarlet?" Seraphina questioned.
'I'm going to end up killing one of you sooner or later, I'm starting to lose my patience,' Dante thought, shaking his head in denial almost accepting these intrusive thoughts.
'There's something in this place, but what?' Dante questioned, placing his hand on one of the statues.
Dante began to walk again through the area, everything was strangely quiet. Not only were there no beasts or monsters, but it was as if that place was outside of the dungeon they were in; compared to the countless tunnels, it was just a large dome.
Everyone slowly separated as they walked in groups, only Dante and Nagasawa remained alone.
He walked to one side and counted the pillars emerging from the ground. There were nine mounds with nine statues attached to the stones, the statues seemed to be iron armors and had no traces of mana. They were like mere decorative ornaments. Dante decided to take a closer look and jumped up, grabbing onto the helmet of one of the statues.
A scream came from the north, Dante recognized Alexander's voice and decided to go see what was happening. In a few seconds, he arrived at the scene.
When he arrived, he saw something grotesque: three identical men completely mangled by vines and pieces of stone chips. Their bodies were in the early stages of decomposition, so it was reasonably recent. The wounds were deep, but there were no signs of struggle or conflict in the area; on the contrary, everything was very clean, despite being old.
"What did this?" The others approached, each with their own questions. Nagasawa approached the bodies and touched their arms.
It seemed that the bodies were holding something, so she slowly moved the bodies and saw a kind of Orb with a rune embedded in it. It was a rune with a circle, a triangle, and a kind of inverted spiral inside the triangle.
"An ancient rune," she said, lifting it with her hand. Dante tried to identify it, but none of the runes he knew fit.
"It looks like an eye," Dante commented lightly, and Nagasawa agreed. "It seems important," Sara added.
"It's getting colder, this place is reacting," Elizabeth said as she warmed herself with mana.
As they talked, Seraphina resumed the exploration and headed towards the monument submerged in vines. She threw a fireball at the vines, but the fire did not burn completely due to the moisture, only managing to open a slight hole.
"Guys!" She shouted, getting everyone's attention. "I found something!" Everyone ran in her direction.
She was facing away from the location, and everyone looked directly at her. But there was no time. The ground began to tremble, and something started to rise, causing Seraphina to be paralyzed with fear.
She slowly turned around, and a golem began to emerge from the vines. It was made entirely of rusted iron, resembling the armor of a fat man. The vines began to move slightly as the golem emerged from the ground, causing small tremors. It stood about twelve meters tall.
It raised its hand and moved towards Seraphina to crush her.
"It can't be..." Seraphina began to go into shock, but received a slap directly to her face from Elowyn, who drew her bow from her back. "Pull yourself together, if you don't want to die," she said.
"Ethan, use your lightning to clear those vines," Elizabeth ordered, then looked at Seraphina. "Stop acting like a child," she said, wielding her rapier.
"You heard her, pixie," Clovis appeared beside her, holding a spear.
"Hey, you idiots, start fighting!" Nagasawa shouted as she held off the Guardian Golem alone, being pushed back by the golem's fist.
One of the newly freed golems began to run, causing the entire area to tremble slightly. "Hey, you jerk, die!" Alexander said, attempting to cleave the Golem in half.
The attack failed.
The golem countered directly against Alexander, sending him flying against the wall, where he hit his back and fell to the ground, almost losing consciousness.
"Get up soon, you dog," Forki said, trying to help, but he himself was injured.
Dante and Sara were fighting against three golems while the others tried to stabilize and create a strategy.
"Hey, I think it's the first time we've fought together," Dante said with a smile on his face. Sara responded by sticking her tongue out, saying, "Disgusting to fight with you!"
Dante exploded the head of one of the golems with his sword, using the Humility Ascension skill. "The core is in the neck," she said, and Dante agreed. With a sideways cut, he disabled the remaining two golems.
"That's exhausting," he said, turning to see Nagasawa's fight.
She was just holding the golem so they could deal with the smaller golems. She was clearly at a disadvantage and being pushed back by the golem's fist.
Elowyn, Ethan, Seraphine, and Forki were fighting with the other four golems, while Sara and Dante headed to help Nagasawa. Clovis was supporting Alexander, who had a fractured leg and couldn't recover.
The battle was tough, mainly because the remaining four golems had more protected heads, and the Guardian Golem was made of extremely resistant material.
The Guardian Golem was getting stronger and stronger, and Dante and Sara finally arrived to help Nagasawa.
With a powerful blow, Sara managed to push the golem back, leaving it off balance.
"We don't have time," Sara said, helping Nagasawa to her feet. Her hands were bruised, and her sword was about to break.
"Damn stone that can't be poisoned," Nagasawa muttered, exhausted.
The Guardian Golem emitted a deafening roar, creating cracks in the floor and walls of the dome. Sara began to feel the weight of the ability as her mana was sucked by the environment.
She struggled to regain her footing, but her core wavered under the pressure.
The Guardian Golem struck again, and Dante managed to hold it with his brute strength, but his sword ended up breaking.
The Guardian Golem began to suck mana to regenerate, leaving Dante frustrated.
"Get out of here with her immediately!" Nagasawa shouted, cutting part of the Golem's hand with her greatsword.
Dante agreed, determined to protect his comrades. He asked Sara to hand him Durandal.
"What do you mean take Durandal? You're a vampire!" Nagasawa protested.
"Shut up, you're already annoying me," Dante replied, completely changing the environment around him. He turned to face the Guardian Golem, which was slowly crystallizing due to mana absorption.
Reluctantly, Sara threw Durandal to Dante, who held it firmly over his shoulder.
"I'll be back soon," Dante promised, disappearing amidst black flames.
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MY BLOOD LEGACY: REINCARNATED AS A VAMPIREC69: See you later, Dante Scarlet
Nagasawa was gravely injured, struggling to keep her eyes open. During the battle, she noticed something intriguing: no matter how much she struck, it seemed like she suffered more damage than she inflicted on the enemy. Now her theory was confirmed: the Guardian Golem was like a sponge, absorbing mana from the environment and converting it into its own energy.
However, she didn't have time to dwell on it. What shocked her the most was the sight of a vampire wielding a Holy Sword, a scene so unbelievable that she couldn't even find words to describe it.
"How is he using that?" Nagasawa stammered, leaning on Sara. Her mana was almost depleted, and exhaustion was overwhelming.
"We can't dwell on that now, Professor," said Sara. She refused to reveal more about Dante, keeping the promise never to share his secrets with anyone.
Despite the chaotic situation, they pressed on. If anyone were to die there, Nagasawa would consider herself guilty.
As she received support, she found Forki being thrown by the Golem in front of her. The remaining golems were more resilient and armed, and the one in particular wielded a hammer.
An explosion of flames erupted.
Dante rose from the ground, and numerous cracks began to form. The ground was giving way, but he had no more options. The Guardian Golem was too powerful to be defeated at that moment.
Despite the intense heat of his flames, they were not enough to melt the Golem. It seemed that monster had been specifically designed to challenge him. None of his techniques with the greatsword worked properly with Durandal, and the sword, being so heavy, made it even more difficult for someone not connected to it to use.
The Guardian Golem was already in a frenzy, and Dante knew he couldn't fight it anymore in that state.
"I need to stay alive," were his only words. His regeneration had already been affected, and his mana was running out, being slightly sucked by the Golem.
He had a moment to glance at Sara and his companions, witnessing deplorable scenes.
Seraphina was sitting on the ground, having a breakdown; Forki had lost one of his arms, and Elizabeth had a hole in her abdomen.
The others weren't any better, everything was in chaos, and he didn't know what to do.
"It seems like they really want me dead," his words, recalling his memories, made him question the value of his life currently. He had no answer.
"I'm losing hope, we'll get through this," he thought, but soon a hammer came flying towards him.
"This can't be happening!" he yelled, dodging the giant hammer thrown by the other Golem. Forki had been defeated.
"We can't fight this thing anymore!" Dante finally came to that conclusion, but before he could turn...
GROOOON!
A punch hit his side, sending him flying towards one of the mounds and sinking him slightly into the ground. Almost all of his bones were broken, and he had no choice but to vomit his blood.
"We have to go," said Forki, helping Nagasawa and Sara to walk. Sara began to experience a mana disorder due to exhaustion in her core, just like Nagasawa.
"We need to go back for Dante," said Sara, looking into Forki's eyes.
ARHHG!
The screams came from Dante, lying on the ground, forcing his body to regenerate.
"There's no way", said Nagasawa, starting to rise. "Gather everyone, I'll help him."
"But Prof-" Sara tried to say something, but didn't get a chance as Nagasawa landed a blow, knocking her unconscious.
"Take her," Nagasawa ordered, before rising again with the last of her strength. Forki didn't dare say anything, just nodded and carried Sara, still having the strength for it, even if it's...
"Damn it, why did I have to be the damn specialist in poisonous arts? Damn clan, I should have run away!" Nagasawa cursed, while vaguely reminiscing about her childhood.
"Well, at least I'll die being who I want to be," she said aloud, forcing her mana core to function. Then, she turned into mist and appeared next to Dante.
Dante managed to regenerate completely, but it came at a cost. He could no longer store holy power or accumulate mana, as he was exhausted. His mana production and holy power were slightly compromised by the scarce environment that the Guardian Golem had turned into; his mana was constantly being drained, and his reserves were running out.
Seeing Nagasawa by his side, Dante couldn't help but feel guilty. "I told you to leave," he commented, while retrieving Durandal again.
"I'm the teacher here, and you're the child. Who gave you authority over me? Do you want to die?" Nagasawa retorted, looking at the monster in front of them, wreaking havoc, distracted by the vines holding it.
"Do you have a plan?" Dante questioned.
"Buy time and escape," she replied. "And not die trying," she added with a smile.
"You're more than just a pretty face, teacher," Dante thought, as they both projected towards the Guardian Golem.
"I don't know what this guy holds, but it's definitely something very valuable. Otherwise, this protection wouldn't be here!" Dante shouted, while Nagasawa focused on hitting the Golem's joints, trying to destabilize it.
"This is definitely an Ancient Golem," she shouted to Dante, who was cutting one of the Golem's arms, but Durandal didn't penetrate completely.
"Sharpest sword in the world my ass. You can't even cut off a giant's arm," cursed Dante, looking at the sword in his hand. In fact, Durandal had become something like an extremely rare sword in Dante's hands, who had no contract with it.
"I have an idea!" Nagasawa shouted, and Dante joined her. She descended to the ground and began to break the ground near the Guardian Golem.
"Want to sink us all together?" Dante asked, looking at Nagasawa, who was focused. "Better down than up!" she yelled and opened one of the cracks near the Guardian Golem's foot.
"Let's go, do the same on the other side. If it falls in the right spot, we can confuse it with the vines!" She shouted, and Dante followed her command.
CRACK!
As they tried to do something, Nagasawa received a blow head-on and had one of her arms destroyed.
ARGHH!
She screamed in pain and fell lightly to the ground. While Dante was breaking everything, he saw the scene and immediately stopped. His tendons were exhausted, but he used his Phoenix Swift Steps technique again and appeared next to Nagasawa, who was almost unconscious.
"Leave me, go," she said softly, but Dante ignored her.
He looked to where the others were, and all the smaller Golems had already been defeated. He saw Sara in Clovis's arms, while Alexander used her for support. Elizabeth had already recovered.
"We have to go now," Dante said and picked up Nagasawa, starting to leave the place. But an earthquake began suddenly.
The ground started to collapse, and Dante began to run jumping between the debris.
GROOOOOOOOOOONNNNN!
The Golem screamed as it fell down. Dante began to despair and increased his speed, heading towards the group that was heading towards the exit, as Nagasawa had said.
"Wait! Help Dante!" Clovis shouted as he saw Dante approaching, while the ground beneath them began to give way.
"We don't have time, go," said Ethan, watching Dante jump between collapsing spots with Nagasawa in his arms.
"Go quickly, we'll help him," said Alexander, who had recovered a little, while Clovis hesitated. "Alright," he agreed, not willing to risk Sara's life, who was unconscious in his arms.
Seraphina, Elowyn, Sara, Clovis, and Elizabeth went ahead, all exhausted from the previous battles, especially Sara.
When they exited, they exchanged glances with a smile on their faces.
"Pathetic," Alexander thought, remembering the humiliation he suffered. "This is not me," he said to himself. "I am the son of the Werewolf King!" he shouted internally as he saw Dante approaching, panting with Nagasawa in his arms.
Dante finally reached them, Nagasawa unconscious in his arms, himself exhausted, feeling pain all over his body.
As he looked at the three who watched him, something seemed wrong when Forki's hand came towards him.
"Let's go, we need to leave," said Forki, with a smile on his face, something he hadn't done before.
Before Dante could say anything, Alexander's hand struck his face, causing him to fall to the ground with Nagasawa's injured body.
"What are you doing?!" Dante shouted as he tried to get up, but his leg was caught by Forki's large foot.
"Do you think we would risk our lives to help you escape?" said Ethan, smiling, as lightning appeared in his hand.
"Consider yourself honored to be the first person I'll kill," said Alexander, with a broad smile on his face.
"I'll make sure to tell how you were a coward until the end and took Nagasawa Yamata with you," he added, with a smile on his face.
"Do the honors," ordered Alexander, and the lightning in Ethan's hands was released on Nagasawa, but Dante suddenly jumped over her body and received the lightning in his back.
"Ahh!" Dante screamed as he felt the shock, spitting blood from his mouth. It was a Sacred Sword. Although he could hold a Sacred Sword, it didn't mean he was immune to the holy power used against him.
He was losing consciousness, having reached his limit long ago, and if he continued to force his mana core, he would probably be destroyed. He could only think of one thing: to protect Nagasawa.
But before he could do that, "Goodbye, Dante Scarlet," said Alexander, kicking them off the cliff that had formed after the collapse.
"I hope hell is pleasant for you, Demon King," said Forki, while Ethan just smiled.
"Make sure there's no possibility of him coming back alive," commented Ethan.
Forki began to generate an earthquake through his earth magic, making everything shake. The walls of the chasm formed by the previous earthquake began to collapse where Dante was falling.
"Let's go."
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MY BLOOD LEGACY: REINCARNATED AS A VAMPIREC70: I Need to Survive
Dante fell into the ravine.
His body was on the verge of giving in completely; he held Nagasawa's body firmly as he tried to find some place where both could survive.
While one hand was at the waist of the unconscious woman, the other held Durandal, which was being excessively worn.
He projected himself between the corners of the ravine, using Durandal as a stake to hold on.
"ARGH!" Dante's hands were completely broken, but he couldn't let that shake him.
"Damn it! Those arrogant bastards," he cursed, feeling his legs and arms starting to give way slightly.
"There's no way, if I die, she'll die too," he thought, and bit Nagasawa's neck, drawing some blood enough for his regeneration to return slightly. Even if it wasn't enough, it was risky.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it!" he thought, as he saw more boulders the size of golems falling on him; some stone fragments were propelled and hit his head, causing him to lose one side of his skull.
His skull was exposed, and his face began to be engulfed in blood, but quickly his regeneration kicked in and repaired the most severe damage.
GROOONNNN!
Dante immediately looked up and saw the golems being swallowed by the ravine. It seemed like an eternity, but it was only his reaction acting; in fact, not even twenty seconds had passed since he was thrown into the fall.
"DAMN IT!" he shouted loudly and began to conjure a fire spell.
[Plasma Cannon!] He fired his concentrated fire upwards, completely clearing the entire path, but it was futile; he sacrificed almost all of his remaining mana, but at this moment, the walls of the ravine began to give way.
"I'm going to die. Damn it, I'm going to die again!"
As he fell, he looked at Nagasawa's face and embraced her, positioning his body beneath hers to shield her.
"At least I'll die holding an innocent maiden," Dante thought as he prepared for impact.
"Goodbye, Valentina, Morgana," Dante said with a smile as he began to close his eyes and placed Durandal on his back, clearly using the sword to absorb the impact in some way, but he had already accepted his fate.
The last thing he saw was Nagasawa's unconscious face and the moments before; the smiles of the three enraged him.
His mana depleted, his body at its limit, and his consciousness fading away.
Then everything went dark.
Darkness engulfed Dante, and he felt a sharp pain all over his body. Slowly, he began to open his eyes, faintly seeing the image of a woman in his arms.
Before thinking of anything else, he quickly placed his hands on her neck to check her pulse; fortunately, she was still alive. Dante couldn't understand what had happened and how he was still alive, but he considered it luck; he would have died for sure otherwise.
He tried to look around, but his vision was slightly blurred, as if his eyes had been damaged. He tried to wipe them, but his hands were dirty with his blood and dirt.
He wanted to regain some strength, but if he were to suck Nagasawa's blood, she might die.
"What do I do?" he didn't know how much time had passed since the fall, but he wanted to believe it hadn't been more than a few minutes.
Despite his corrupted vision, he could sense the mana around the area; it was a pure mana unlike anything he had ever felt in his life.
"I need to find something to feed on and regain energy. I can feel a faint cold breeze coming from something ahead," he tried to get up and gently sat Nagasawa's body against the wall. He attempted to assess her condition, but no matter how hard he tried, his mana was too weak to use "Analyze" on Nagasawa.
"I can't let her die. I have Durandal, so I can try to capture something. If I recover, I can get her out of here," Dante thought as he struggled to rise.
His body was sore all over, his movements severely limited. Dante was exhausted in every sense, but he ignored his pains and headed towards the breeze. The place where they had stopped was basically a fork in a cave.
"It wasn't just ten floors after all," Dante thought as he walked. His eyes slightly improved, and his passive regeneration began to take effect, but the internal damage was massive, and it would take days, if not weeks, to fully heal if he didn't find something to eat or replenish his mana.
"The screams of the golems... are gone," he realized that there was nothing but the dripping of water in the cave he walked through.
He followed the breeze until he came across a sort of entrance; the feeling around changed, and he sensed a different mana radiating ahead. It was something evil, but he wasn't sure if he was correct; his senses were in turmoil.
It was an isolated area. Despite the lack of beasts or golems, there was still a very malevolent mana all around. He walked for almost an hour through the underground caverns, always remembering to mark with an arrow on the ground where he could return. His eyes adjusted to the darkness, allowing him to see in the dark, although not with total clarity, it was better than wandering blindly.
He walked until he found something curious: the remains of adventurers, twelve bodies completely decomposed, leaving only pure bone and their garments, black cloaks just like those he saw above.
"By the state, it seems they've been here for over a month. These dry remains don't deceive," he said as he looked at where the bodies lay. The ground was tinged with a greenish-black hue, and there were larvae and insects around, indicating that it was relatively recent.
Dante approached and saw a rusted ring on the hand of one of the skeletons. He gave a slight smile; it was clearly a spatial ring, despite its condition, it could be useful.
"Please, let there be water and food, and maybe some medicine!" he became slightly excited and quickly stole the ring from the skeleton.
"Sorry, pure bone, we're not in a moment to honor the dead," Dante said as he broke the skeleton's finger and took the ring.
Fortunately, he had enough mana to open the storage of the ring, and so he did, retrieving a small pouch from the ring. In the pouch, there were only three things: a mild recovery pill, a water flask, and notes. Although there was no food, having water was a relief.
The notes consisted of basic things and a small map. This map was halfway mapped and was clearly made by themselves as they explored the area.
"The date is recent, a few days before the Academy's debut..." Dante saw that the dates were very close, and when he saw the notes, it was clear what was happening.
"Day 23. As requested, we blocked the advances of the explorers and camouflaged all floors below the tenth. Unfortunately, we were caught by an unknown magic that blocked our teleportation. The Curse Master sealed the place completely, and nothing can leave here after entering."
"Day 24. Our water reserves are running out, and our food will run out tonight. We found some three-star beasts, but we couldn't deal with them."
"Day 31. We managed to survive by eating small beasts like rabbits and fish from the small pond we found. Unfortunately, one of ours was poisoned by the meat and died during the expedition. We are heading to the eleventh floor, but we were blocked."
"Day 34. We are fleeing from a pack of Lycans, nocturnal wolves adapted to caves. Almost everyone is injured. My ring is the only thing left. The food has run out again, and we found out we're on the twentieth floor. Just like before, we managed to find more small ponds with marine life.
Magic here is almost useless; the walls are made of some material that blocks magic. We're running out of time."
"They died being hunted by beasts, but so far I haven't seen any beasts... This place is suspicious," Dante couldn't understand where he was. According to the explorers, this Dungeon was a huge living cave, but at the same time, it didn't make sense for it to be based on floors; something didn't add up.
"I need to check on Nagasawa and use the pill on her," Dante decided and left the corpses behind, taking their cloaks as he headed back to where Nagasawa was hiding and resting. He wasn't foolish; he left Nagasawa's body hidden behind some rocks and covered it with his torn coat to disguise the smell of blood.
"I need you to wake up, Naga," he said as he hurried back.
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MY BLOOD LEGACY: REINCARNATED AS A VAMPIREC71: They Probably Died
Dante assumed that more than a day had passed since the incident. Naturally, he wouldn't be concerned about time, but now time was a matter of life or death. Nagasawa was on his back as he carried her through the narrow tunnels of the dungeon.
He wished he had time to rest, but he couldn't afford it. He needed to find food as quickly as possible. The moment he found food, he could quickly improve. Due to the malevolent sensation of the mana in this layer, Dante chose not to absorb it and pressed on. The damage from absorbing such mana could be dangerous, and he couldn't risk it anymore; he needed to survive for both of them.
In fact, it was risky for him to absorb this type of mana, especially because he had holy magic. It could completely corrupt his core and turn him into something he resolved not to even think about.
He was holding up well, but he needed to expedite Nagasawa's situation. She had already taken the pill he found with the unlucky group.
Dante was following the map. He wanted to reach the clearing where there was a small stream as quickly as possible. He could easily obtain food and water from that point and explore the surroundings while Nagasawa remained unconscious.
What really worried Dante was what would happen to her when she woke up. He couldn't check, but he felt that Nagasawa was at risk. Her arm, which had been crushed, stopped bleeding after Dante bandaged it with the skeletons' clothes. Of course, it could still become infected if he didn't clean it quickly, but he needed to reach a spring as soon as possible.
However, he assumed that she would probably never be able to use this arm again, and for a swordsman, it was the worst of all emotions.
Exhaustion couldn't defeat him, carrying the 75-kilogram woman and the legendary sword of over 100, it was a day full of problems.
Dante continued on his way while others were getting the news about his disappearance.
The world had slightly paused. Unfortunately, a serious incident had occurred. For normal people, this would be common, but it happened to two extremely renowned individuals.
Dante Scarlet and Nagasawa Yamata were declared dead, although they weren't certain.
It almost seemed like a lie. The story passed was that they died defending the students from a Golem Guardian. Who told this version? Forki Dolafor.
The account described Dante and Nagasawa in a final act of bravery, deciding to delay the monster while the students fled. Forki claimed he tried to return, but the passage was destroyed before they could reach it. The name given to this tragedy was "The Incident of the Pits of the Silver Giant."
In the infirmary, a woman had just received the news of Dante's death in battle.
"It's not true, is it?" Sara asked Director Gaspar in front of her, who unfortunately couldn't say anything.
"Tell me he's going to open that door and walk out any minute!" She cried lightly, this was the first stage of grief. Denial.
"Sara," Akiko, sitting next to the girl, held her hand tightly. It was the first time the princess had experienced such a moment.
"I'm so sorry." Those were the only words Gaspar could say. He knew he had no right to such a thing; after all, it was he who requested this mission disguised as an excursion. His recklessness not only caused the death of one of the best minds in poisonology, but also of the greatest prodigy of the first year. Despite feeling that something was wrong, he decided to first deal with people's grief.
"We will start searching, but the chance of finding something... is complicated. We'll need time and maybe that time won't be enough to find them alive," Gaspar said thoughtfully, while Sara looked at the old man with a slight look of anger.
"No... It can't be true. Dante... he promised he would come back." Her voice was choked, her eyes teary, and her spirit shattered.
Akiko hugged Sara, seeking to provide comfort for her loss. Despite not agreeing with their friendship, the days with Dante had made the princess evolve in various ways, and she was very grateful for that.
"I want my mother..." Sara said as her tears began to flow. She started to feel unwell, as if she had broken.
"I will inform Lady Lyriana," Gasper said, leaving the infirmary room and running into the Chief Nurse.
"Make a report on everyone. There's something wrong with this story," he said, and she nodded slightly.
Gaspar walked away while opening a portal to the White Tower, emerging directly in front of the biggest problem in the story he would have to deal with: Morgana Arcano.
"What do you want? I'm busy dealing with Valentina's crap and this poorly managed guild. Can you believe there's embezzlement in a venture run by a woman who can destroy armies? Seriously, they've got nerve," Morgana said while wearing glasses and having several stacks of documents.
"Morgana," Gaspar said lightly, looking at Morgana, who immediately stopped and looked at him.
"What's with the funeral face? Who died this time? Seriously, that weird elf must have died or Akemi, for you to make that face, since you love demi-humans and elves," Morgana joked, while going back to writing something on some papers.
"Nagasawa Yamata is dead," Gaspar said, and the pen in Morgana's hand simply evaporated with the flame she conjured in her hand.
"And Dante Scarlet too," Gaspar added, and Morgana started to turn into some kind of monster as she looked at Gaspar.
"Gaspar, I loved your beautiful joke. Now tell me why you came here personally? I don't really like it when people say my husband is dead," Morgana said after calming down and looked at the old man in front of her with a smile.
"There was an accident in the Dungeon. If they're alive, they're underground in a ten-floor dungeon. The entire tenth floor collapsed on them," Gaspar said, and Morgana's hands clenched so hard that her large nails began to pierce the flesh of her hands.
"Gaspar, repeat that," Morgana commented as she stood up and faced Gaspar. She was slightly taller enough for him to have to look up.
"Dante and Nagasawa are buried in rubble, probably dead," he said, and Morgana's hair began to levitate slightly as she looked at Gaspar.
"I see, so you've given up on living. Okay, I forgive you," Morgana said and put her hands on Gaspar's shoulders.
"You're going to fix this, aren't you, Gaspar?" She asked, and her affection was like the pure abyss. He clearly saw his death before him and, if two Supreme Mages were to fight, he wasn't sure if he would defeat Morgana.
"We're already handling it, a team is investigating," Gaspar said as he looked at Morgana. She realized what was going on.
"Spit it out, it wasn't just a simple incident, was it?" She asked as she sat on the table full of papers.
"The stories I've been told don't add up. I wanted a second opinion," Gaspar said, taking a seat in the chair.
"Out with it," she said, and Gaspar began to explain. A few minutes passed as Morgana paced back and forth.
"Knowing Dante, only Clovis Arton and Sara Vortex are trustworthy. They're the only ones who don't hold a grudge against Dante. Elizabeth was recently saved and may have changed her perspective on Dante because of that, but keep an eye on her."
"Next, be suspicious of Alexander. He got into a fight with Dante and then was humiliated. Like Velkan, he has a fragile ego and is too arrogant."
"Seraphina Nightfall is literally the most likely, but she's still in shock, so it probably wasn't her."
"Forki, Ethan, and Alexander could be the culprits, but even if we say something, nothing will happen, so look for Dante. He's alive."
"How can you be so sure?"
She raised her hands slightly and pointed to the ring. "It's still connected to Dante. I'll help with the search soon," Morgana said as she sat back down and summoned several clones.
"Work quickly, girls. The husband needs help," she said, glancing slightly at the sky from the tower rooftop and murmuring something.
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MY BLOOD LEGACY: REINCARNATED AS A VAMPIREC72: I Hate Wolves
"It must be a joke," Dante thought as he looked at what was in front of him: a pack of over fifteen wolves sizing up the vampire boy.
"Nagasawa, wake up already... it's been three days since you've been sleeping, stop being lazy," he mocked and lamented as he held the woman on his back.
"Sorry, teacher," Dante said and put her down on the ground, gripping Durandal in both hands.
Dante looked at the wolves that began to move slowly while snarling softly. They had red fur and all were slightly injured in some way.
They started to encircle Dante.
"Sorry, but I'm not going to wait for you guys." He lunged forward towards the smallest wolf in the pack, an easy target for someone wounded like him.
The wolf barely had time to react and was completely obliterated by Durandal's blade, splattering blood all over the area.
"One down, who's the next dead puppy?" Dante said, looking menacingly at the wolves.
Suddenly, he vanished. With his momentum, he attacked another wolf that tried to dodge but lost one of its legs.
ARHH! WOOF!
The others began to move quickly and attacked in unison. Dante, however, didn't wait to be hit. He started using Durandal with one hand while using the other to punch the wolves more swiftly.
ARHHG!
Dante managed to kill three more wolves and began to sweat from the heat, his exertion starting to hurt his upper limbs.
"I can't prolong the fight, my muscles haven't recovered," was his only thought, to end this useless fight quickly while focusing on protecting Nagasawa.
He began attacking the wolves uncontrollably, without avoiding unnecessary movements, and became a barbarian who only wanted to survive.
The sudden horizontal slash hit two more wolves. That made it 6 down.
As he focused, a wolf tried to quickly attack Nagasawa's unconscious body, but was suddenly kicked away.
"I hate wolves," he said almost growling at the wolf, his eyes already starting to enter a rage as he remembered the werewolf's face.
He caught his breath and lunged forward again, cutting down two more wolves. The remaining wolves were slightly afraid of the aura Dante emanated; they were only 2-star Rank, they couldn't do anything against this.
"Don't run," Dante said with a terrifying look that left the wolves paralyzed with fear. "Survival of the fittest," he said and killed the remaining wolves.
"Pant," he sighed exhaustedly. "Normally this would be child's play, but what the hell is this weakness. It doesn't make sense, is it this damn cave?" he growled as he rose again. "Screw it," Dante said and walked over to the wolf corpses, brutally tearing out one's heart and raising it.
Pouring the blood over his mouth, he felt slightly disgusted by the beasts' blood, but it was the only thing he could use at the moment, as not even their meat would be useful.
"It's like drinking sewage, gross," Dante said with a bitter expression on his face.
Dante approached Nagasawa and placed his hands on her forehead, realizing clearly that she had a fever.
"Sorry, Durandal, I'll have to use you as a blade," he thought as he gathered the bodies of the ten dead wolves. He used Durandal's blade to tear their bodies open and extract the blood to put into some flasks he had inside the Spatial Ring he had found earlier.
Dante and Nagasawa had just arrived at the mentioned location. It was a small clearing within the huge cavern, with slightly dead grass and some tree trunks and roots scattered about, but not damp. That was a good sign; with the lack of moisture, he could use it to start a fire and warm Nagasawa, who was burning with fever.
Dante then prepared a small bed in a slightly more secluded and hidden corner, placing Nagasawa's body covered with the stolen cloaks from the corpses and gathered some twigs to make a fire.
"These are tough times, aren't they?" Dante said to himself as he thought about how things were outside of that hole.
He sat against the wall as he listened to the crackling of the burning embers. Slowly, he closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep. Although he found it dangerous to stay alert all the time, he knew he could suffer a lot of mental stress if he continued like this, perhaps even faint during a fight or something.
His body slowly began to absorb the blood he had ingested. Of the ten wolves, he drank the blood from the hearts of only two, afraid he couldn't handle the mana within them.
His mother's words came softly to his mind.
"You can't drink any blood you see. As partners, we consume each other's blood to increase our strength. Never drink blood carelessly."
"When we absorb blood stronger than ours, we can absorb its properties, its energy, and make it our own," he remembered that scene from his childhood, of the little vampire bursting into flames due to excess mana.
"Sorry, I guess I've broken that rule... I can't afford to be picky about food," he said as he lay lightly on Nagasawa's shoulder, who was beside him.
Closing his eyes completely, he tried to rest, but he remained alert while being in this vast dungeon.
Everything was dark, and his eyes slowly opened, adjusting to the darkness. Dante woke up after more than six hours of sleep, relieved that nothing had happened. His main concern was Nagasawa.
He turned to the woman lying down and placed his hand on her forehead. Her fever had improved, but her arms... the arm that had been hit by the Guardian Golem was completely bruised, despite the small bandages he had made to keep it immobile. Perhaps it was too late.
"Damn it... I can't cut off your arm, I won't be able to stop the bleeding, and the damage from the fire could kill you..." He was at a standstill, not wanting to resort to the last option that came to mind.
Desperately, he searched for solutions to the problems, but now was not the time to hesitate.
"I'm sorry..." Dante said as he knelt beside Nagasawa's body. He held her hand gently and felt the pulse increasing before he could do anything.
Cough! Cough! Cough!
Nagasawa began coughing and convulsing, expelling a liquid from her throat that splattered over herself.
"Naga!" Dante acted quickly, lifting her body to prevent her from choking on the vomit, supporting her as she cleared her throat.
Cough! Cough!
"Where am I?" She asked, unable to see anything in the total darkness, only feeling someone holding her.
"It's me, Dante," he said. "You're in a cave. How are you feeling?"
"I can't see anything," she replied, confused and disoriented.
Dante then conjured a small flame between his hands to illuminate the surroundings.
"Welcome back to the land of the living," he said softly, trying to comfort her as she adjusted to the new situation.
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MY BLOOD LEGACY: REINCARNATED AS A VAMPIREC73: A Poisonous Viper
"Fortunately, you woke up before I did anything..." murmured Dante as he observed the woman's condition in front of him, contemplating an action that had a high chance of failure considering his current mana.
She seemed drained, not just physically but mentally as well, as if someone had ripped her out of her body; she was visibly shaken.
"We've been down here for over thirty hours. I don't know the situation outside... but I have something to tell you. Let's keep moving, and I'll explain as we go," Dante said, holding Nagasawa's uninjured arm.
"Can you stand?" He asked, offering support. "No," she replied.
"Alright, I'll carry you," he said, lifting Nagasawa up like a princess, with Durandal already on his back.
"What happened while I was asleep?" she asked. "We were betrayed," he replied, noting Nagasawa's furious expression, though she couldn't see Dante, who was smiling.
"Who did this?" she asked grimly. "Ethan, Alexander, and Forki," he replied as they walked through the caverns.
"Do you know where we are?" she inquired, and Dante began recounting everything that had happened in the past few hours since they were buried alive.
At first, Nagasawa found it all too incredible to believe and how they survived, but she had no words; she simply couldn't conceive anything beyond sheer luck. She was alive, even without one of her arms, and that was what mattered.
Nagasawa was complicated and didn't care much about things; she was hot-headed and easily irritated, mostly because her entire life had been controlled by others. But now? She didn't even care anymore; she was between life and death, surviving thanks to a man, or rather, a child who wasn't even half her age yet.
She was human, a poison expert, and also a member of the Tang Clan, one of the largest clans in the Eastern Empire, although she herself was not from the East but from the Banglarash Deserts; still, she was a member of the Tang Clan because of her mother, a concubine.
"How's your body holding up?" Dante asked, concerned. He had already regained half of his mana and his body was almost fully healed, but he still worried about the woman. He was a vampire, while she... was human.
"My core is cracked, I can't feel my left arm anymore, and I'm hungry," she replied emotionlessly.
"I have beast meat, but I'm not sure how dangerous it is to consume... I just absorbed blood to recover. You're human; things are different," he said as they continued walking.
"That smell," she murmured, and Dante also noticed; it was a strong scent of blood coming from the path they were following.
"Are your legs feeling better?" he asked as he conjured a Light spell.
"How did you..." Nagasawa wanted to ask something but didn't press on. Dante promptly understood that she wanted to understand, so he just nodded.
"The Holy Power comes from the Hero Title," said Dante, and Nagasawa showed a slight surprise in her eyes. Dante found it cute but didn't say anything more about it.
"Your core is cracked. Stay behind me and avoid using mana," said Dante, taking the lead as Nagasawa lightly held onto his injured arm.
They walked for about forty minutes, following the nauseating smell of blood emanating from several different sources.
"Slow down," Dante said, sneaking slightly around one of the rocky corridors. He spotted light ahead and heard voices.
"We need to get out of here."
"We need to, but it's not that easy, Number 12."
"Shut up, I need to think," the deeper voice said.
"The collapse ruined our plans. The temple must have been compromised."
"Can't we just go down and check?"
"No. The other three groups disappeared almost a month trying to find the way to the next floor. We have to be cautious. Food is running out, and the beasts have been getting increasingly hostile. This labyrinth is driving me crazy."
"They're talking about those skeletons? Hm... there's no time," Dante thought and quickly decided to act.
Sneaking lightly behind a pillar, he drew Durandal and whispered to Nagasawa, "Stay here."
Dante disappeared swiftly, swiftly beheading two people instantly.
"Hey, you, start talking or you'll die," he pointed the sword at the last one standing, but before he could do anything, the last one committed suicide.
"You're well trained," Nagasawa commented, emerging from the shadows where she was hiding.
"I have good teachers," Dante remarked as he checked the bodies of the dead. He found three more spatial rings.
"Four spatial rings, that's complicated," Nagasawa commented, leaving Dante confused. He didn't quite understand what she meant.
"It means they have a lot of money. No organization would give four rings just for an excursion. Spatial rings are rare, as are spatial mages," Nagasawa said as she picked up one of the rings.
"Empty," she remarked.
"This one too."
"Wait, there's something in this one," Dante said as he summoned things from inside the space. "Notes." Dante and Nagasawa sat at the camp they had just destroyed, the bodies of the humans thrown away, and Dante sat at the table looking at the notes. Again, a more detailed map of the other parts of the dungeon. Both maps connected when compared, and that was a good sign.
"It looks like we have to go North. There's a staircase to ascend," he commented, and Nagasawa analyzed it lightly.
"No, if they're here and haven't decided to ascend, it means this side was demolished when the Guardian Golem fell. It must be under rubble," Nagasawa said, leaving Dante pensive.
"What do you suggest?" he asked. With the question, Nagasawa suggested, "Let's go to the opposite side, southwest." "Why?" "Usually, ancient structures are opposites, and there are patterns. The sides of going up and down are inverse. This happens a lot in dungeons like this. The pattern of the first levels is the same," she explained, and Dante lightly analyzed the entrance to the Tenth Floor.
'She's right.'
"Alright, let's rest for a bit and move on," he said, and she nodded as she leaned her back against the wall and closed her eyes.
"Are you alright?" she asked, trying to relax.
"No, and you?"
"Neither am I. What will you do if we get out of here?"
"I'll wipe those three off the map," Dante replied, demonstrating a slight murderous intent.
"Are you sure?" she asked, opening her eyes.
"Yes, I spared Alexander once," he replied. "If any of those fools want to do something, it's just erasing them from the map along with their offspring."
"I must be hearing things. A thirteen-year-old boy is challenging three rulers," she said, lightly laughing.
"I won't be a boy forever, Naga," Dante said with a smile that left Nagasawa slightly uncomfortable.
"Do you have plans?"
"Keep you alive," he said. "Oh? Me?"
"You're a witness and ally. I doubt the so-hateful Nagasawa would allow herself to be killed by three foolish children," Dante commented, and Nagasawa's smile slightly broke.
"What image have I conveyed to you?" she asked, and Dante smiled maliciously.
"A Poisonous Viper," he replied.
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MY BLOOD LEGACY: REINCARNATED AS A VAMPIREC74: Summoning Ritual
Six days had passed, and Dante and Nagasawa had now descended several floors of the dungeon. Each time they descended, it became more difficult; it was as if the mana was getting denser.
"That was the last one," he said, approaching the white-haired woman who observed the scene. Brutally, he tore open the chest of the Lycan beast and took its heart, drinking its blood. "Disgusting," he said, wiping his mouth.
"Here," Dante tossed a small fruit to Nagasawa. That's what she had been eating for the past few days, a kind of fruit that closely resembled an apple, but inside was reasonably soft, yet it tasted good, according to Nagasawa.
"These fruits grow on these strange branches, but they are rich in mana," Dante said as he harvested some more fruits.
Each time they descended, they found more fauna and nature. "Yes." "Don't you want to eat?" she asked, and Dante shook his head. "We have to save, even though we are descending further and further."
"I thought vampires couldn't eat anything other than blood," Nagasawa commented, and Dante quickly explained.
"Valentina and I are pure noble vampires; our progenitor has the purest lineage, unlike Vlad, who had several predecessors. Their traits were passed down, so we don't have this deficiency in taste. Even though we can't eat things like garlic... honestly, I find it ridiculous, but we follow suit.
It's a shame that our emotions are completely chaotic because of this lineage," he commented as he cleaned the carcass of another wolf.
"Why are you removing its skin?" Nagasawa asked curiously. "You can make some expensive clothes out of it when we return. Besides, it's proof that we were truly surviving in this stupid abyss."
"I see... that's why you took those three skeletal bodies with you," she murmured. "You're more mundane than I thought you would be, Valentina's son is greedy for material goods."
Dante stood up and stretched lightly as he looked at Nagasawa. He glanced at the woman's arm, which seemed to be getting worse every day. She no longer felt it, but it was uncomfortable to see. "Your arm," Dante commented and received a slight smile from the older woman. "Soon, you'll have to amputate it," she remarked with a sad smile.
GROOOOOOOOOOOOONNN
They heard a tremor and quickly glanced at each other.
"Damn, that bastard is alive!" Dante shouted, and the entire small cave began to shake. "Damn, we don't have time!" he yelled and jumped over Nagasawa, holding her like a princess. "Hold on to me!"
Everything began to collapse as Dante started to run. Rocks started falling, and loud noises began to occur.
"Damn! Damn! Damn!"
GROOOOOOM!!!!
A rock almost hit Dante's head, but he continued without hesitation. As he ran, he noticed a different entrance from the others, but it was buried under rubble. He decided to run towards it, but at the same time, he smelled something unpleasant.
"What do I do? Curse this fate!" he shouted and began summoning his flames. "BURN IT ALL!" The flames started melting the stones completely.
"Let's go, let's go," Dante said as he looked back and saw everything collapsing.
"Nagasawa, this is going to hurt," he said, and Nagasawa didn't have time to react.
He jumped straight into the fire, using his shoulder to break through the wall in front of him.
"AHRG!" Dante's arm was completely burned; some splashes hit Nagasawa's body, and she grunted in pain, but didn't make it clear that it hurt. They fell into the room that had been opened, and the entire previous room collapsed, closing off the passage.
Cough! Cough!
They coughed as the dust rose. Fortunately, they were saved, for now. "Damn it, all because of those bastards!" Dante shouted, having a slight rage attack as his body began to burn with fury.
"Calm down!" Nagasawa shouted, slapping his head.
"It doesn't matter now, focus on surviving, you idiot," Nagasawa said with a furious face. "When we get out of here, I'm going to poison those sons of bitches. I'll put them all in a bathtub of poison and dunk their heads in ten-star manticore acid. I'll let the insects devour their bodies while they're still alive!
I'll kill them all HAHAHAHAHA," she shouted with a terrifying smile and then fell unconscious.
"Seriously... what do I do with you? You're a child?" Dante said, putting his hands over his face. "Man, you just bring me trouble. You better pay me back for all this with your soul," Dante mocked and picked her up like a princess again, continuing to walk in the new area.
It was like an ancient ruin, with pillars embedded and carvings on the bricks. "The guy who built this was very inspired," he said, seeing the engravings of people walking, strange symbols among various other things.
Dante started walking around the area, but first he leaned Nagasawa against the wall to rest.
"I'll be right back, sleeping beauty," he commented with a smile as Nagasawa slept like an angel. He began to walk around the area; it was an open square-shaped area with four passages. The room was quite large, easily fitting two basketball courts inside.
"I hate these damn old folks who do sinister things like this," he commented as he looked around. The nauseating smell he had sensed increased drastically, so he headed towards the center of the room, where there was some sort of chalice, completely suspicious.
"What the hell is this?" Dante said as he checked the center. There was a pentagram around a golden chalice.
"I hope this crap isn't the Holy Grail," Dante mocked the situation as he looked around. Nothing really remarkable could be seen, except for the paintings on the wall depicting the daily life of some ancient tribe from an unknown era.
Nothing was relevant enough, but he continued to observe the pillars and came across disgusting creatures illustrated, species with horns and tails, which were praised on completely dark nights, emerging from portals and spirals.
"Damn, is this a demonic summoning?" Dante asked as he continued to follow the images.
He followed it to another room, completely dark. He clapped his hands, and the lights lit up through his magic. In front of him, he saw more parts of the paintings.
He began to walk lightly and saw what it really was: a Summoning Ritual.
"Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Mammon, Belphegor, Azazel, Leviathan, and Lucifer," Dante recognized them. How could he not? Seven demons in a ritual sentence, of course it would be them. "The Seven Deadly Sins... What is all this?" Dante questioned aloud, beginning to look more closely at how the ritual was performed.
But before he could finish looking:
WOOFF!
A wolf nearly three meters tall broke through the wall, destroying everything in its path and attacking Dante. "Damn! What a scare, you son of a bitch!" Dante shouted as he blocked the huge wolf.
GRRRRR!
"Hey, mongrel, you son of a bitch, I was reading that," Dante said, pointing Durandal at the wolf, who wasn't intimidated at all; on the contrary, it began to growl at Dante more intensely.
It opened its mouths, revealing steel fangs. It was clearly a mutant wolf. In a few seconds, it lunged at Dante.
'This bastard bypassed my senses, and now he's fighting on par with my speed. This mongrel is truly a mutant beast,' Dante thought.
He didn't know the strength of the strange wolf in front of him, but he couldn't spend too long testing; that place was dangerous.
"Curse it! After getting out of here, remind me to exterminate any wolves! Come on, you bastard!" he called the wolf, pointing his sword at it, and the wolf seemed to understand, as its claws began to emerge.
The wolf's fur was completely red, and its claws were silver. Its eyes turned red, creating a dangerous atmosphere, but compared to his mother... This wolf was nothing but a fly; something like this wouldn't intimidate him even in a million years.
Dante got into position, as if he were going to make a quick draw with the katana, but he wanted to test something. He posed with the long sword and waited for the wolf to move.
The wolf growled, but didn't have time to react. Dante suddenly appeared behind it and struck one of its legs, cutting deeply and damaging it, preventing it from fighting unprepared. The fight continued, but the wolf decided to run into the ruins, towards Nagasawa. He was already desperate because of the loss of mobility, but Dante wouldn't let a limping wolf go after his companion.
"You bastard, your opponent is me!" he shouted and appeared in front of the wolf, hitting it from the side with a kick and sending it flying into the center of the room.
He looked at the deep wound he managed to inflict on the wolf in this moment of desperation. The wolf's bloodied body left no denying that it was nearing the end of its life. Dante held the sword in a new position.
"This is for the scare," Dante said and lunged towards the wolf's head, but it managed to dodge.
"And this is for going after my teacher."
SWIN!
The sword severed the wolf's head, which fell to the ground, spilling a lot of blood everywhere.
"I hope your heart has better blood than those crappy ones earlier. Seriously, I miss my mom," Dante said as he approached the wolf's body, which began to bleed profusely on the ground.
Slowly, the blood began to touch a kind of cavity in the ground, which slowly began to light up in the shape of a pentagram. Dante was distracted looking towards Nagasawa and didn't notice what was about to happen.
WONWU!
He heard the characteristic sound of a magic circle, similar to a spirit summoning. He turned around and saw the wolf's body with its head regenerated levitating.
From the portal, a being emerged. Its skin was completely pale with black eyes and red pupils, two long red horns, and long black hair.
"Human?" it said, but its voice was unrecognizable; it was several types of voices together, creating an indescribable symphony that contained neither feminine nor masculine aspects.
Its face was covered by a mask, and its body was covered by a black robe, making it impossible to discern the demon's gender.
Dante trembled upon hearing the voice; it was as if thousands of different auras were trapped in that place. He couldn't move a single muscle.
"Poor thing, are you so scared?" it said sarcastically. "Humans used to summon demons with more gusto in the old days; you seem like a scared kitten, hahaha," it chuckled lightly.
"W-who are you?" Dante stuttered slightly; he couldn't remember the last time he felt real fear like now.
"Oh, of course, you must have accidentally activated that idiotic ritual..." it said with its hands on its face. 'He's quite cheeky, isn't he?' Dante thought as he watched the demon floating in front of him.
"I have many names; it's not for me to reveal such things to a weak human like you," it said and began to disappear. "Oh, time is running out... I'll leave a present for you if you manage to defeat my little darling," it said, and the wolf's body began to tremble.
GRRR!
It suddenly came back to life, and now...
"Defeat my little pet, and maybe I'll give you something later," it said and disappeared.
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MY BLOOD LEGACY: REINCARNATED AS A VAMPIREC75: Vampire vs Dog
The wolf's body began to writhe and twist as if it were being tortured, but it wasn't just that. The smell of something akin to sulfur began to fill the air, clearly toxic.
Dante had no choice but to tear a piece of his clothing and use it as a makeshift nose mask to prevent his airways from being corrupted by the toxic environment. He ran as fast as he could to Nagasawa's unconscious body.
"Damn," he muttered as he looked at the creature being recreated before him. Utilizing the Giant Wolf's body as a sacrifice, a new being began to be summoned by a magical circle. The body exploded with power, and three heads began to emerge.
Dante tore another piece of clothing and placed it on Nagasawa. Like him, she was slightly awakening; he heard grunts coming from her.
The air was saturated with demonic energy. Dante's eyes fixed on the beast that had emerged; it was huge. The monster snarled at him, its three mouths salivating eagerly to taste new prey; they were ready to devour their quarry.
Dante looked at the beast and sighed softly. "I hate living."
With agile movement, Dante raised Durandal and advanced toward the demonic monster. The ground trembled beneath his feet as he launched his attack.
The first strike was Dante's, swift and precise. Swinging Durandal like a hurricane, he cut through the skin of the demonic wolf. However, the creature was too powerful; it skillfully dodged the blow and retaliated with a charge.
Dante narrowly dodged, but fortunately his reaction speed was much superior to that of the Demonic Wolf.
Unlike before, the Demonic Wolf was slower. The weight gained by the heads significantly changed the pace of the fight, leaving Dante at an advantage with his agility and smaller body. However, compared to the previous wolf, this one was three times stronger.
"Damn it!" he cursed as he incessantly dodged the Demonic Wolf's charges, which seemed to have no fatigue or opening for Dante to counterattack.
They were matching each other's weaknesses and strengths, but it was just an illusion. Dante hadn't even started using his flames yet, and the Wolf was also holding back something. Primitive survival instincts were taking over; it was no longer a Humanoid versus a Beast, it was just two beasts clashing.
The incessant exchange of blows continued. The wolf's paws were armored with some kind of silver shell; Dante presumed it was part of this wolf's demonic mutation.
The battle raged on for several minutes; both exerted themselves to the fullest to affect each other, but nothing gave an advantage. Dante's fire was already being used, but the Wolf showed immunity. As a demon summoned from hell, it was clear it inherited characteristics from that world. The ground around them was marked with cracks and craters and could collapse at any moment.
Every step was coldly calculated, and every move was without waste, but finally something happened.
A chance arose for Dante.
With a precise strike, he severed one of the heads. It was from a simple sliding on the rough ground, but it already caused enough damage to make the Demonic Wolf retreat.
"Come on, big guy," he said as the Wolf seemed to grow increasingly enraged.
GRRRRRR! It growled and WOOOF! It barked in agony, but Dante didn't let it do as it pleased. If he stayed too far, there was no doubt this Wolf would regenerate that head if given enough time.
He didn't want to waste time.
The two remaining heads were confused by the absence of the third; that was normal. A being that shares a body with three heads has two possibilities: Only one head has full control, or all three heads function together.
It seemed to be the second option. It wasn't a Wolf, but three. And their teamwork was completely devastated when their sister head was cut off. Now, they were confused and acting on instinct.
But that didn't stop Dante from smiling from ear to ear. The fatal weakness of a being that shares bodies is to remove one of its parasites, and Dante was now at an absurd advantage.
Although the two still fought, it wouldn't be like before, and Dante took advantage of that.
Like last time, he moved almost instantly to the Wolf's back and struck a blow to its hind legs, causing it to stumble slightly.
The Wolf had its hind legs completely compromised.
"Sorry, buddy, I hate parasites like you," Dante said and cleanly tore off the remaining two heads with a sword strike.
As the Wolf's body looked at Dante, he stared back and... well...
"Come on, little dog. Let's take a walk, shall we? Back to hell you go, you piece of crap!" He taunted. Dante glanced back at the body of the Giant Demonic Wolf and just gave a slight smile before turning to where Nagasawa was, but he heard something different.
"You fucking son of a bitch dog, I hope I don't see you again when I'm about to decimate the whole fucking hell, you fucking Demon," Dante began to curse as he walked away, but he heard something behind him.
"Ah, go fuck yourself, you're not getting up, are you?" He said as he turned around with a scowl on his face.
"Huh? What the...?" He wondered, seeing the scene.
The Wolf's body was disintegrating like ashes in the wind, leaving only a strange stone floating in its place.
Dante approached it, slightly curious about what it was. He drew nearer, and the air began to grow slightly cold.
He touched the icy stone, and it morphed into the shape of a Triple Ice Nunchaku.
"[The reward for defeating the Spirit of a Cerberus]," Dante faintly heard, and the ominous feeling in the area vanished, as if everything had been purified.
"Seriously, a demonic weapon? I was expecting some legendary power or something, what an unfair demon, what do I do with this when I get back? I'm already criticized for being me, imagine if I have a demonic weapon hahahaha I'm screwed." Dante laughed loudly, leaving the room completely silent while he laughed like an idiot.
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MY BLOOD LEGACY: REINCARNATED AS A VAMPIREC76: Viper's Life
"Let's see if this beauty can help me with what I plan," Dante said lightly as he swiftly pulled out the Nunchakus.
He began to swing them, and the atmosphere of the place began to grow completely cold. He had known how to use Triple Nunchakus for many years and was as skilled with them as with swords.
He danced with the Nunchakus for a few seconds and finished with a strike.
The strike itself wasn't powerful, but what came after was. The strike was from below, causing two of the three parts to hit the enemy's lower part. However, when he tested it like this, ice pillars magically emerged from the ground.
Dante looked at the sharp ice waves that came out and smiled slightly.
"HAHAHAHA," he laughed like a villain and turned to see Nagasawa, who was standing there, looking at the boy with a mocking expression.
"Carry on, you're incredible entertainment," she said with a crooked smile on her face, struggling not to burst into laughter.
"Wanna talk about entertainment?" Dante asked, and Nagasawa didn't understand what he meant. Soon, he slowly used shapeshifting... and transformed into Nagasawa herself...
He appeared further ahead and looked directly into Nagasawa's eyes, who was slightly intimidated... Well, not exactly intimidated...
'I hardly ever look in the mirror, but I'm pretty hot, huh?' she had this thought as she saw Dante transformed into herself.
Dante realized she was distracted and faced her, laughing lightly. "Fufufu." Nagasawa looked directly at herself and suddenly...
"When we get out of here, I'm going to poison those bastards, I'll put all of them in a poison tub and dunk their heads in ten-star manticore acid, I'll let the insects devour their bodies while they're still alive! I'll kill them all! HAHAHAHAHA," Dante shouted as he grabbed "his" breasts and shook them from side to side, making faces with Nagasawa's face.
Nagasawa looked at that scene... Looked so much that she started to slightly hate herself, but before...
SMACK!
She slapped Dante so hard that he flew almost four meters and returned to his original form, but couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"HEHEHEH!"
Nagasawa, seeing the boy having fun, couldn't resist, and they both started laughing. "FUFUFU," she laughed along with him and approached.
"Shall we go?" she asked as she reached out her hand to help Dante up. "Sure," he said, and they both went on their way together.
Dante spent time explaining what had happened, and Nagasawa was slightly irritated to miss these moments, but she accepted everything Dante said, even finding it surreal the claw marks on the walls and the debris, which made it obvious he was telling the truth. And yes, Nagasawa knew from the beginning that the smell was related to demonic energy, but she wasn't entirely sure.
Now, both were walking silently through the long corridors of this monument, it was like a Dungeon within a Dungeon, something Nagasawa had never heard of.
"Dante," she asked as she looked at his back, which seemed gigantic. The feeling of guilt for being a burden was eating her up.
"Yes?" he asked as he turned to see the woman, who seemed tiny next to him.
'Have I grown?' he wondered as he looked at the woman in front of him. He vaguely remembered that she was taller than him, so why are they the same height? Or rather, why does she seem small? Dante didn't have to think about that now; it was relatively trivial.
"Why are you doing this?" she asked as she held her destroyed arm; she hadn't felt it for hours, but she didn't want to amputate it, as it could be recovered if she went to Linnea or the Busty Elf who manages the infirmary.
"What do you mean? Isn't it obvious?" Dante said as he kept walking, but Nagasawa didn't say anything, and Dante knew his answer was vague; he didn't want to be honest right now.
"Tell me," she confronted him as she grabbed his clothes. Dante had slightly lost the spark with Nagasawa; the imposing woman had now turned into a cute little girl for him, and that was
"I like you," he replied and moved on without giving further details. The milf, however, began to have a breakdown...
"W-why do you like me?" she stuttered slightly, did she misunderstand? Neither she nor Dante knew what all this meant.
"I just do," Dante replied, moving through a different entrance, but nothing really caught their attention besides the cobwebs throughout the area.
"Be clearer!" she slightly shouted, startled, as no one had ever said that to her. Sure, they attempted to court her, but those were just foolish games for marriage benefits for their families.
"You're a warrior, doesn't seem like someone who got everything handed to them and worked hard to get where you are," Dante said without looking her in the eye. "You wanted to sacrifice yourself before, but I know it wasn't because we're your students," Dante said, turning to her.
"You've given up on living, haven't you?" he asked, and Nagasawa trembled slightly; she couldn't deny it.
"The calluses on your rough hands, your robust yet delicate body are your main features. I haven't even thought much about your beauty; that's just a bonus," Dante said, walking on. "I like your dominant personality, even though you're quite cute with me," he added, renewing the torch with fire, illuminating the area more and more.
"W-why..." Nagasawa wanted to understand, but couldn't. Dante then commented, "Don't try to understand, I don't either."
"Valentina raised me as a mother, but I've never seen her that way. She's just mine," Dante remarked.
"Morgana is the same. She raised me as a disciple. I know almost all of her magic, and even some spells she shouldn't know I know. But I can't use them, because my mana is almost null for them. Still, she trusted all of that to me as her disciple. But I can only feel like she's all mine, completely," Dante explained, as Nagasawa saw an obsessive look in his eyes, like a complete abyss.
"I don't understand what I am, why I always attract powerful people to me in every way. I'm just trying to live life the way I am. If I want something, I'll go for it with all my might, even if it means war," he answered, continuing to walk.
"I..." Nagasawa couldn't snap out of her daze; she was completely out of it at this moment.
"I wanted to be dead long ago. My life has been torture," she said, starting to walk alongside Dante.
"I can imagine," Dante commented, getting closer to her.
"No one ever supported me... No one helped me once... I had to learn everything on my own in the Tang Clan," she said with a sad smile. "The instructors beat me every day. I was bullied by the older ones because of the color of my skin," she continued, making Dante visibly uncomfortable.
"You don't have to..."
"No, I want to tell you," she cut off Dante abruptly, lifting part of her robe to show something on her waist.
It was a curved scar over ten centimeters long. "When I was fifteen, I started to become interested in the sword and wanted to leave the Tang clan's arts to become a warrior," she recounted, pointing to the scar.
"My father... he stabbed me with a poisoned dagger. A venom so brutal it broke my pressure points, making me unable to practice martial arts," she said, with a crooked smile.
"That means..." murmured Dante, and Nagasawa nodded. "My core is always forced to compensate for the lack of pressure points. My veins are twisted and shallow because of that. My mana is impure, and my core... it's always at full capacity. All my fights could be the last," Nagasawa explained, walking a bit ahead.
She turned around and faced Dante.
"I've lost everything, Dante," she said with a smile, while closing her eyes.
"I've lost everything... but I don't want to lose my life, Dante," she continued, with tears slightly streaming down her eyes.
Dante approached and hugged her. She sniffled softly as she cried on his chest.
"It'll be okay, we'll get through this," he commented, stroking the long white hair of the tanned woman.
'Now it makes sense why she seems so fragile, with her core slightly broken, any attempt to circulate mana has made her have an overload and faint. Her core is trained to always work at maximum capacity, but if it's cracked... the mana is leaking to her organs or maybe damaging her internally more and more as she tries to survive...
she might not last much longer,' Dante concluded, as he continued to stroke the woman. Dante wanted to ask something, but was afraid, especially of the nature of the question.
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