NOVPUBCentral church hall.
The figure of Count Paluocas swayed in the refracted sunlight, which grew more intense, his power slowly draining away like sand in an hourglass.
"Aaaaaah! I will kill you all!"
His lungs felt torn apart, his soul roasted by the sun, each breath felt like a fiery burn.
Under the torment of three gangsters, not only his eyes but all his nerves suffered the pain of being pricked by a needle!
He was lost, treated like a toy by the executioner, Paladin, and male guard.
Yet, Count Paluocas never gave up, he fought back with all his strength.
Because he was immortal!
Current pain meant nothing; it only drove his revenge to a more frenzied state!
Even though he was dizzy, he knew one thing.
The black-haired, green-eyed guy couldn’t maintain the sun indefinitely!
There were still five or six hours until dawn.
When the damned light in the church disappeared, it would be time for these people to endure his endless rage and torment!
Furious amidst the blinding sunlight, Count Paluocas shivered, becoming more mad under the influence of anger. Resembling a beast relentlessly pursued and beaten, his bloodstains deeply imprinted on the silver floor tiles.
Every time he fought back with his claw-like hands, he would trigger a violent destructive wind pressure.
Yet beside him, the Paladin, executioner, and male guard united. Their measureless tactics assailed him like a storm, each time refreshing Count Paluocas’s perception of human beings!
Meanwhile, at a distance.
Frey continued his midnight snack at the banquet table while aiming his heavy crossbow at Count Paluocas.
Even though others thought him to be a front-line fighter.
He maintained his stance as a ranged archer, which he ought to be positioned in the back line.
Hyperion shook his head.
The tank was shooting from the back row, the Mage was defending the healer in the midfield, and the healer was taunting in the front line.
Their team believed in delegation and division of labor.
"Once Professor Bolao’s Magic Energy Heavy Snipe is developed, I believe, Frey, you can perform even better as a sniper."
Lanci said with a smile.
Since he met Dean Bolao of the Magic Engineering College, he found that Dean Bolao was capable of producing all sorts of odd things.
After contributing his input in the design and promising to invest funds, Dean Bolao was drawn in to start developing the practical items Lanci mentioned.
"I’m looking forward to it. A weapon that can attack beyond the enemy’s line of sight is indeed suitable for me."
Frey also grinned.
As they reaffirmed their strategy and roles, the Priest on the side kept treating Count Paluocas for his erroneous injuries.
Due to the weak Count of the Blood Clan, the three melee combatants at the front-line didn’t take much damage this time, so the priest wasn’t fully committed to healing as he had done while dealing with the Goddess of Destruction. Instead, he borrowed Lanci’s [Error Healing] series of Magic Cards, adjusted his own Magic Card structure, and enlightened himself to the true essence of healing.
Every spark of healing left the Count’s consciousness murkier, his pain more intense, the world seemed constantly spinning.
"Mr. Lanci, just be assured to use your mana to maintain the sun, I’ll handle the Blood Clan Count." The priest told Lanci.
The strategy suited the clergy of the Church of the Goddess of Destiny, who had high spirits but low mana.
The priest was sure that when they returned to the mundane world, he would need to have a set of Error Healing Magic Cards and could even share them with his colleagues.
"Okay, appreciate it."
Lanci nodded.
Even though he was most confident in his abundant mana, it was rapidly being drained after activating [Shining Virtue].
It also had to do with his being only at third-order.
Before Lanci’s mana ran out, they needed to handle the immortal count of the Blood Clan.
Otherwise, if the count were to recover to the seventh order, everyone would undoubtedly be doomed.
In the central battlefield of the church at this time.
Count Paluocas kept his eyes shut, his breathing erratic, his heart beating hard like a deer driven by fear.
Finally, the timing of his [Blood Rage] expired first.
Accompanied by the still-intensifying sunlight, his combat prowess instantly fell, not even half of the original.
The truly horrifying time had begun.
The little sanity left in Count Paluocas told him to just hang in there; everything would be over soon, and he’d show these foolish humans the insurmountable gap between bugs and higher beings with his immortality!
Even if he was covered in wounds, given a moment to breathe, he could quickly recover.
Until now, all the attacks these people made were pointless!
The executioner and Paladin, two humans he had once looked down upon, now posed his greatest threat.
Their razors, spinning, continuously cut through his skin, leaving deep scars, frequently mocking him with shrill laughter.
The priest was chanting a spell that caused him immense pain while an ice-cold arrow pierced through his body every now and then at a distance.
The worst were the elevated being with the sun and a Grey Hair Demon who constantly mocked him with his demon sound; they seemed like a pair of villainous angels and demons.
Every second, Count Paluocas suffered from extreme physical and mental torture, but his mounting anger was close to madness.
"Hahahaha! You’re easier to beat than your followers!"
After the time effect with [Blood Rage] had passed, Count Paluocas couldn’t even withstand the executioner’s punches and was thrown forcefully to the ground by the executioner who caught him by his neck. Once on the floor, the executioner kept punching him relentlessly.
"You bloody earl!"
The Paladin, finding the use of sword tedious, fiercely kicked Count Paluocas in the lower body and leaned down to mock him occasionally.
Seeing this, even the priest stopped healing and rushed over, smashing the Earl’s head with his tin cane, the sadistic joy evident on his face.
At the banquet table in the distance.
Only Lanci and the Great Love Poet, among the back-row fighters, remained unengaged in the battle.
"... How did they end up fighting like this?"
Hyperion asked in surprise.
She remembered that this trio had been entirely different, less raging when they fought against the Goddess of Destruction in the afternoon!
What profession the trio looked like now, she couldn’t say.
No, wait.
If we turned time back eighteen hours, these three people would be completely different, okay?!
"I let Teacher Frey give them a brief review of their fight against the Goddess of Destruction. I fear that the three of them learned quite a bit of practical combat knowledge from Frey, who managed to take on the Goddess of Destruction without a scratch."
Lanci explained with a smile.
He seemed like a noble character concerned about the world, tirelessly striving to make the righteous clergy stronger.
"...."
Hyperion covered her face with both hands.
It was after midnight.
If the teachers at Sage Academy were still working overtime to monitor their situation in the Shadow World...
She didn’t dare to imagine the mental state of Dean Loren.
"Alright, I don’t have much mana left, so it’s time to start the next part of the treatment."
Lanci finally stood up and walked towards Count Paluocas, who was being thoroughly subdued.
The severely injured Count Paluocas was pinned against the brightly lit floor of the church, in a state of defeat and decadence.
However, he hadn’t completely lost consciousness yet. The uncontrollable twitching of his veins was evidence of his extreme anger and his anticipation of a chance for retaliation.
The deep of the night was still vast.
He only had to wait until the sunlight disappeared... then it would be his turn.
Count Paluocas endured the beating from the executioner, the paladin and the priest. Each wave of pain and humiliation left a deep imprint on his heart.
Gradually, a deranged grin appeared on Count Paluocas’s face. His insane laughter was particularly horrifying in the silent church.
He was eagerly waiting to regain his strength, then capture all of them and subject them to excruciating torment day and night!
These mere fourth and fifth-order humans were as good as dead against his immortality!
To seal him, a Count of the Blood Clan, would require an eighth-order great demon clan proficient in Sealing Skill to pull it off.
There was no grand magician within this weak bunch who posed a threat to him!
"Alright, show some mercy."
Lanci’s mild voice echoed from behind the executioner.
In an instant, the clergy halted their attacks, firmly pinning Count Paluocas, awaiting Lanci’s action.
Although they didn’t know what method Lanci had to further subdue the Count of the Blood Clan. After all, Lanci was only third-order, and even if he specialized in Sealing Skill, it was impossible for him to seal a seventh-order Count of the Blood Clan that was four orders higher than him.
According to Lanci’s instructions, subduing the count until he couldn’t move was enough.
He had his ways of pacifying the Blood Clan.
And so.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone and the insane laughter of Count Paluocas ...
Lanci took out a magic card.
[Blood Pressure Rescue Device]
[Category: Equipment Card]
[Grade: Blue Preciousness]
[Level: 1]
[Effect: It carries a weak life-draining effect. When attacking an incapacitated enemy, it induces continuous blood loss.]
[Remark: Protect the health of your heart and cerebrovascular.]
A gigantic medical syringe appeared in Lanci’s hand.
Everyone in the church was stunned.
It seemed as if a huge miracle could happen just by using more strength; each time the syringe was pulled all the way, it could draw two litres of blood from the patient.
Count Paluocas was still laughing. Having lost his sight, he didn’t see what Lanci was holding in his hand, nor did he know what was about to happen to him.
Even Hyperion, who had been by Lanci’s side all the while, was taken aback when she saw this equipment. What followed was an uncanny chill, with goosebumps popping all over her body.
The giant intravenous injector was not only intimidating to the Blood Clan but it was also terrifying to humans!
As a magic card, this equipment was pretty common. It was just a lot larger than an ordinary medical syringe and had a high degree of sturdiness.
However, this thing was not an equipment piece at all. It was an instrument of torture!
Lanci positioned himself next to Count Paluocas. Listening to the count’s laughter, he felt at ease.
The count seemed pleased, so he should be in good spirits when it’s time for the injection.
In order to prevent Count Paluocas from getting overly excited after the sun rays were withdrawn, Lanci decided to lower the count’s blood pressure first.
Since the incident when examiner Felat almost had a brain hemorrhage during the entrance examination, Lanci had been contemplating the medical tools that could be used for emergency rescues.
Before challenging the Shadow World of the Blood Clan, Lanci had just made a simple magic card that could be useful against the Blood Clan.
A significant part of the Blood Clan’s power was derived from the blood in their bodies.
Even though draining the Blood Clan’s blood wouldn’t kill them, it would certainly immobilize them, and it would take a long time for them to recover.
"Sorry about this. Since I don’t really know how to use the Sealing Skill, I’ll have to use this."
Lanci looked down at the laughing Count Paluocas on the ground, speaking somewhat apologetically.
Since he couldn’t use magic to seal, he would have to resort to physical desiccation then.
