My Blood Legacy: Reincarnated as a Vampire

Chapter 323: Vampires vs Wolves

"Expand," Alice murmured with a snap of her fingers, and the room expanded, transforming into a gigantic arena. The rulers backed away from the combat zone, isolating the others within a dome protected by a barrier.

"At least no one will die this way," she commented, arms crossed, while Morgana observed and understood the ability. "Interesting..." she murmured.

"What the hell," Dante muttered, irritated. His frustration over Alexander's escape only fueled his anger, but he quickly realized there was no time to dwell on it. "Let's settle this quickly..."

The battlefield still lay before him, and the real confrontation was about to begin. And it wasn't just them...

Fenrir, consumed by rage, launched herself at Valentina with impressive speed and strength. Her glowing green eyes burned with an unprecedented fury, like that of an Alpha who had lost something precious. With a ferocious growl, she struck the first blow, her claws sharp as blades aimed at Valentina's neck.

Valentina, still covered in dust from the debris she had gone through, smiled maliciously. In the blink of an eye, she moved aside, letting Fenrir's claws slash through empty air. "Are you desperate, Fenrir? That must be your name, I'm not good with names," Valentina said with chilling coldness. "That makes you predictable. Animals are easy to deal with."

Without giving Fenrir a chance to respond, Valentina made a move with Gungnir. With a swift spin, she hurled it at Fenrir with incredible precision.

However, Fenrir was no ordinary opponent. She leaped aside with supernatural agility, dodging the spear. The ground where Gungnir struck exploded in a wave of destruction, cracking the marble beneath their feet.

'The spear that never misses... missed?' Valentina questioned herself. It was the first time she had seen anyone dodge her spear.

But she had no time to dwell on it. Fenrir growled, baring her teeth, and lunged again at Valentina, this time with an even more savage attack, her form distorting into something more bestial with each passing second.

The two warriors clashed violently. Fenrir attacked with claws and bites, trying to find any weakness in Valentina's defenses, while Valentina countered with precise strikes and swift cuts, using Gungnir to keep her opponent at bay. Each impact sent shockwaves throughout the hall, turning the once grand space into a battlefield littered with debris and destruction.

"This isn't good..." Lilith murmured, watching how Valentina was handling the beast. "She's going to lose if this keeps up," she commented. But near her... "You're delusional. If that woman loses, I'll change my name to Little Stella," Siren said, eyeing Valentina. "She's not even using 50% of her power yet," she muttered, "Annoying."

Lilith was confused. How could this woman be so sure?

Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, Velkan watched cautiously. His face was tense, but his eyes were focused on Dante. He knew he couldn't interfere in the fight between Valentina and Fenrir—he didn't have the strength for it...

"You shouldn't have brought a being from another world to help you in a little war," Dante said, walking slowly towards Velkan, his voice dripping with disdain. "But you wolves aren't exactly known for your intelligence, are you?"

Velkan narrowed his eyes. "I don't need to hear that from someone who doesn't even understand the basics of a Kingdom," he replied, his voice firm as his own aura began to manifest around him, dark and heavy like an impending storm. "But I'll make sure you regret every word."

Without further warning, Velkan advanced, his feet barely touching the ground as he closed the distance to Dante with impressive speed. With a swift movement, he swung his sword, a blade as black as night, infused with the essence of shadows. The strike was precise, aiming for Dante's chest, but...

"I've gotten used to being impaled, you know? Seriously, is my chest that beautiful for people to always want to see it like this?" Dante said, gripping the black sword lodged in his chest. "You're going to have to try harder than that, Velkan," Dante said with an arrogant smile. "I expected more from a Shadow user. I'm not impressed at all."

Velkan was unfazed by the comment. He quickly stepped back, and with an agile motion, made his sword disappear into the surrounding shadows. "You talk too much," he muttered before vanishing completely from Dante's sight, merging with the shadows that filled the room.

Dante narrowed his eyes, his sharp senses trying to locate the enemy. He knew Velkan was a master of shadow manipulation, but he wasn't worried. "Playing hide and seek? What a funny little dog," he taunted, as his aura expanded, filling the room with crushing pressure. "That won't save you."

Without warning, Velkan reappeared behind him, his shadow sword slicing through the air toward Dante's back. But Dante, with impeccable reflexes, turned at the last second, grabbing the blade with his bare hand, his aura's strength preventing the cut from penetrating his skin.

"Nice try, you almost got me," Dante said, with a cold smile, before spinning and delivering a punch straight to Velkan's stomach, sending him flying into the opposite barrier. The impact was brutal, cracking the barrier around Velkan as he fell to the ground with a groan of pain. But quickly, the barrier healed itself completely…

"Oh… really good barrier, mother-in-law," Dante said, smiling toward Alice, who turned her face away, embarrassed. "Damn charisma!" she growled internally.

Dante walked toward Velkan slowly, like a predator savoring its prey. "You should have learned by now, Velkan," he said, his voice dripping with superiority. "You're the biggest failure of all time, you didn't even deserve to be among the rulers. You're not up to the task, understand? I mean, I heard Siren cut the tree with one strike, and you? What did you do besides sit while your kingdom crumbled?"

Velkan slowly rose, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth. "You're much more arrogant than they say, Dante," he said, his voice steady despite the obvious pain. "But arrogance precedes the fall."

With a gesture, Velkan summoned a legion of shadows that rose around him like a protective wall. The shadows shaped into black wolves with green eyes, all armed with sharp teeth and ready to attack. "Let's see how you handle this," he said, commanding his legion to charge at Dante.

Dante simply smiled. "Interesting," he murmured, as his own aura condensed around him, forming a barrier of pure power. When the shadow creatures attacked, they collided with this barrier with force but were instantly disintegrated by Dante's overwhelming power.

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Velkan tried to take advantage of the distraction, emerging from his legion to attack again, but Dante was ready. With a fluid movement, he dodged the blow and countered with a kick that hit Velkan square in the chest, slamming him into the ground with brutal force.

As Velkan struggled to rise, Dante watched him with disdain. "Did you really think your shadows would make a difference?" he asked, his voice dripping with scorn.

But before Dante could provide more entertainment to the onlookers, a deafening roar filled the room. Fenrir and Valentina clashed again, their auras colliding with such force that the ground beneath their feet began to crack.

Fenrir attacked with claws and fangs, while Valentina, now wielding Gungnir, held her ground skillfully.

"You won't stop me, Fenrir," Valentina said between blows. "Your hatred is pathetic. Your daddy came to us to kill us, and he died like the coward he was."

"You talk too much," Fenrir growled, her claws extending for a lethal strike.

Valentina dodged, spinning the spear, and landed a blow that struck Fenrir's shoulder, opening a deep wound.

"Ughht!" Fenrir cried out in pain, but she didn't retreat. On the contrary, her fury only grew, and the wound healed completely. With a swift move, she grabbed Gungnir with both hands, preventing Valentina from pulling back.

"You may have the spear, but I have the strength," Fenrir growled before pulling Valentina close and delivering a devastating punch to her face, sending her flying backward.

Valentina hit the ground with a thud, blood dripping from her nose, but she only laughed. "You're nothing more than a wild animal. A mad dog that needs to be put back on a leash."

"And I'm starting to get excited!" Valentina said, smiling as she began to enter her vampire count transformation.

But she wasn't the only one... Fenrir, now out of control, started transforming into a massive black wolf, ready to finish the fight.

Dante, watching the chaos unfold, sighed. "You two are going to destroy everything before I even get my fun," he murmured, preparing to intervene. This was no longer just a matter of war... In fact, if he let this continue... The world could end.

But before he could make a move, Velkan, now standing again, seized the moment of distraction to strike. "Never underestimate me, Dante," he roared as his shadow sword materialized back into his hand.