My Blood Legacy: Reincarnated as a Vampire

it was a hell.

Unfortunately, Dante didn't have time to think. When they realized Dante was there, they began to tremble. Many of them were terrified, but before he could sit down to calm them...

"Dante! Behind you! Duck!"

Aaralyn's shout ripped through the air, echoing like a warning trumpet. Dante spun on his heels with agility and reaction, his body instinctively yielding to the warning as the air hummed with the passage of a giant axe, scraping dangerously close to his head.

"Well, well, what do we have here? An intruder?" The gruff voice filled with malice echoed from the fat man, whose eyes gleamed with rage. He gripped his axe with both hands in a manner that more resembled a drunken rage attack, without any refinement or discernible technique.

Fortunately, his speed was the worst, like a truly crazy drunk attacking without any technique.

BOOM!

The impact of the axe against the ground reverberated through the surroundings, shaking the ground beneath Dante's feet, struggling to maintain balance amidst the tremor.

"Hey, you idiot! Stop hitting the ground! We already have enough earthquakes!" Dante's voice exploded in frustration as his aura pulsed with fervent intensity. It was evident that the earth tremors stirred dark memories in his mind, a trauma he really didn't intend to forget anytime soon.

But Dante had no time for reflections, not when he was embroiled in a fight for his life.

He moved with a speed far superior to the fat man's, dodging the clumsy blows of the idiotic man.

SWIN!

Dante's sword intercepted the axe, giving him an opening. The deflection generated a slight tremor upon hitting the ground, momentarily throwing off his opponent's balance.

With a reckless impulse, Dante launched into a furious attack, his words laden with sarcasm and disdain. "Good luck in the afterlife, my friend. I hope Lilith finds pleasure in punishing your fat ass!" With a swift and precise stroke, Dante's blade met the man's skull, silencing him instantly as his blood gushed onto the ground, creating a crimson puddle.

"I know it's easy to deal with these French fries, but am I not too tired? Damn, it's this cursed body," he said, panting. He hadn't finished preparing for the ascension of his body, so he was really having trouble.

Dante stopped thinking and began to observe the situation as a whole. However, fearing more people might arrive, he had no other choice. He looked at one of the women who seemed more mature and approached her. She was different from the others; she was a demi-human, more precisely a jackal demi-human.

He approached her and gently placed his hand on her face, seeking a way to remove her gag. He had a strange sensation looking into the eyes of the demi-human, a sensation... No, he couldn't question it; he had too much work to do. Removing the gag, he saw the demi-human's lips part slightly, then close shut again, realizing her frightened expression.

"I'm not your enemy; I've come to set you free," Dante said softly with a smile as he took out a small knife. The woman tried to pull away, thinking he would do something to her, but he didn't. He cut the rope holding her hands, as well as broke the chains holding her feet. "Could you give me information about this place?" He asked calmly.

"Come on, I don't have all day," Dante continued, while the demi-human still tried to deny. He lost patience and ignored her, then proceeded towards an elf.

The Elf, or rather, the Dark Elf who was in the same situation, but unlike the Demi-Human, seemed calmer. Well, the instinctive discernment of elves is truly remarkable. He performed the same procedure, and again asked calmly, "Could you give me information about this place?" This time, he got a response.

"Forgive her, she's not very good with the language of this realm," said the Dark Elf, bowing slightly.

"So, who are you?" Dante questioned as he looked at the two girls. The elf seemed quite normal, but the other... she had Egyptian features. "We're from the Nilethia Continent, one of the five continents... well, she's from there, I'm from the Elven Kingdom, but I've abandoned that place," said the elf. "Nilethia...

I need to go there someday for a vacation," pondered Dante aloud, faintly hearing a cough from his shadow. "Oh yes, freedom. Anyway, ladies, this wanderer has work to do and nobles to kill. Would you like to contribute?" Dante asked mischievously, and neither of them said anything. "Tsk, how boring," he said and heard this time.

"The Demon Cult has been doing this to a lot of people, not just here in the Empire," said the Dark Elf, and Dante's eyes turned.

"What do you mean by completely dominated?"

Dante asked, and she observed him. "How much do you know about the Demon Cult?" she questioned, and Dante just nodded. "Only shallow things; my subordinates have been missing for a few years; I'm looking for them," Dante said, referring to the Valkyries. "So I can't give you a very good context since it would be a long story, but keep an eye on them.

When we get out of here, we can talk," she said, and Dante nodded.

"Can you fight?" he questioned, and the elf nodded. "Despite having the core damaged, it wasn't completely destroyed."

"Aaralyn," Dante said, and from the shadows, the woman emerged with a few pairs of daggers. "Sorry if they're of poor quality; I'm trying to save as many people here as possible," he said, and Aaralyn tossed two daggers into the hands of the Dark Elf. In the background, the sound of the iron door slamming shut. "Damn, hide," Dante said, and the elf nodded, hiding behind some crates.

The sound of heavy footsteps approached, and soon, someone entered the room. Dante didn't have a proper position to see him, but he could sense him.

"It's a mage," Aaralyn said telepathically, and Dante got into position. But soon a voice came. "What happened here?" A man wearing a cloak questioned, and the other simply said, "Looks like we have an intruder. Inform the guards that a rat got in here and killed one of the mercenaries." The man nodded and turned to leave, but before he did, he glanced back, then moved on.

A few minutes passed, and Dante revealed himself from the darkness. "Looks like they're gone."

The two women he had freed stepped out and looked at him. The woman who didn't understand the empire's language didn't say anything, so the elf went along with the flow and suggested, "Could you create a distraction? I'll try to get all these people out of here, and we'll meet outside. I don't intend to flee before you ask," she said, and Dante didn't have many options.

"All right, at the end of the north corridor, there's a room that leads to a long spiral staircase up. Follow it, and it will lead to a melted door. Wait for me there," Dante said, and she nodded.

"Are you sure you can just let her go like that? She has important information," said Aaralyn as Dante walked out through the previous entrance, where he had killed the fat man.

"It's okay. She's an elf. Despite being arrogant, they're known for fulfilling their contracts and rewarding their favors. She won't run away. Even though she seems like an abandoned elf, her eyes were too deep for her to be here just by coincidence. She has a different strength, both of them do," said Dante, and soon he reappeared in the corridor.

"Get out, look for possible places I can set on fire, kill as many as you can," Dante said, and his shadow molded itself in front of him on its knees. "Yes, Master," Aaralyn responded and disappeared like a shadow.

"That's why I love women; they're easy to understand and practical. Dealing with men is so boring," said Dante, then drawing his sword as he walked slowly among the wide corridors of the place.