NOVPUB"Hahahaha, hahahahaha!!"
On the floor of the temple, Count Paluocas writhed like a beast incapable of breaking from a hunter’s chain. His chest heaved wildly, inhaling as if in mockery, exhaling as if in a roar, each struggle a defiance against the God of Death.
These humans who had yet to comprehend the gravity of the situation would not be able to wreak havoc for long before they felt the wrath of him, the Count of the Blood Clan, enough to shake the heavens and shatter the earth.
In the midst of Count Paluocas’s laughter, Lanci handed the large syringe to the executioner.
"Executioner, our duty is to save lives. That is all there is to it."
Accompanying Lanci’s words was the sound of a sharp medical alarm echoing, heralding the impending crisis of the patient.
"We must do everything in our power for the patient before us."
"Alright."
The Executioner took over the blood pressure rescue device. Despite not being a doctor, he felt confident in using this medical tool.
White light illuminated every corner, the cold, hard chrome steel medical instruments reflecting a glaring light.
In this immaculate operating room, everything was under strict control, with time accurately measured to the millisecond.
The patient was now ready for surgery. His face was distorted due to pain and mental pressure. The blood flowing in his veins seemed to be on fire and it was evident, even without the readings of the blood pressure monitor, that his blood pressure was too high.
The tense atmosphere solidified in the air, leaving only the rattling sound of the erratic heart monitor and the dull thumping of an overworked heart.
Underneath the ceiling in the center, the executioner skillfully found the largest vein in the crook of Count Paluocas’s arm—the brachial artery.
His eyes fixed intently on the Count’s skin, preparing to extract the excess blood.
"Hahahahaha... Are you finally getting scared? Think about what will happen after the sun disappears."
The reflected light from the glazed tiles coldly landed on Count Paluocas’ face. The pure white tiles contrasted starkly with the traces of blood from his severe injuries. A strange smile crossed his face then he burst into laughter, as if he was celebrating something very joyous.
"Praise the Goddess..."
The executioner held the syringe, his eyes still burning with fanaticism.
According to Mr. Lanci’s ecological research report, the blood clan of this era treats humans as food and toys for enjoyment. The stronger the blood clan, the more immeasurable the killings on their bodies. In other words, subduing them also results in boundless merits.
A terrifying smile played at the corner of the executioner’s mouth as he crouched down and pressed the needle of the syringe into the brachial artery of the Duke Paluocas. Taking a deep breath, his arm muscles tensed as he began to pull the piston of the syringe.
"..."
The moment the tip of the syringe pierced the skin, Count Paluocas felt an itch. Compared to the previous pain, it was barely noticeable now.
Then a chilling sensation spread through his body.
Count Paluocas’s body shuddered violently, but he was soon firmly held down by the paladins and male guards.
"Don’t be afraid, it doesn’t hurt..."
The executioner began to slowly draw blood. Each pull of the syringe piston was like stripping away Count Paluocas’s life bit by bit.
The three clergymen watched as the blood rose in the transparent tube; the deep red fluid seemed heavy and turbid, as if countless merits were hidden within.
"!!"
Count Paluocas, who was originally prepared to mock these people as being at the end of their tether, suddenly looked somewhat incredulous. His brain worked frantically, gradually figuring out what these people were doing.
"What are you doing?!! Stop it!! You damned worms!!"
Count Paluocas suddenly screamed in desperation, like a skinned beast, finally understanding something more terrifying than death for the first time since his birth, his body frantically struggling to break free!
Gradually.
Count Paluocas began to feel dizzy, his consciousness blur, and his body felt lighter and lighter.
Each pull of the blood pressure rescue device was like slowly drawing his life away. He wanted to resist, but his body felt as if it were crushed under a heavy stone, unable to move.
"Breathe deeply, dizziness is normal."
Lanci’s gentle voice echoed in Count Paluocas’s ears.
"No!!!"
Count Paluocas’s voice trembled, finally understanding the terrifying existence of the black-haired, green-eyed man.
During the blood extraction, Count Paluocas could feel his proud strength disappearing, his limbs gradually losing any sensation. Each heartbeat felt like a heavy blow, making time seem unbearably slow.
The executioner exerted maximum effort, pulling the syringe’s plunger back forcefully again and again like he was rowing a dragon-boat race, brutally extracting Count Paluocas’s blood!
"Ah..."
The surrounding air seemed to have frozen, leaving only the faint struggling breaths of Count Paluocas.
"Hyperion, our ’On Ecological Balance and Blood Clan Control’ project has now obtained some preliminary valuable data and successful results," Lanci said, his hands clasped behind his back, a look of satisfaction on his face.
Hyperion was stunned by this news.
"We?!"
She had heard of Lanci’s academic project plan when she listened in on his conversation with Princess Alexia on the second floor.
But she hadn’t expected to be included in the list of project researchers!
"Your name will definitely be included in the final paper."
Lanci looked at her in surprise.
After hesitating for a full two seconds, Hyperion closed her eyes tightly and nodded in agony.
"... Alright, thank you."
She knew Lanci was very kind.
But.
If possible, Hyperion really didn’t want her name appearing as an author on what could be a very controversial paper.
That paper would likely read like a war criminal’s confession, the list of authors serving as a list of those war criminals.
However, Hyperion had no choice but to go on this journey to the Cerryti Empire to regulate the Blood Clan; in fact, she needed to go even more than Lanci did.
Hyperion had no choice but to share the scientific research results with Lanci, tears unfurling inside her.
They could never return to the Church of the Goddess of Destiny’s temple at this point.
Meanwhile, while they observed the Earl having his blood drained and chatted amongst themselves.
"Even if the Earl is weakened during the day, we should continuously extract his blood, right?"
The Young Master of the Business Association, who had been sitting at the banquet table, drew closer to observe the operation on the Count of the Blood Clan, asking.
He seemed unafraid now, considering the Count of the Blood Clan as quite insignificant.
The stoic female bodyguard watched the Young Master in shock, never expecting such cruel words to come from their usually kind and naive young master!
Yet when she thought about it, having to imprison a Count of the Blood Clan in the castle every night was actually quite unsettling.
If the Count regained his blood and found an opportunity to retaliate, everyone may find themselves in an irreversible disaster.
"Hmm, but don’t worry. I promise that everyone will be able to eat and sleep well and have fun over these next four days!"
Lanci turned around and smiled at the pair, still as bright and cheerful as ever.
"..."
Upon seeing Lanci’s nonchalant smile, the others suddenly realized that he had even more audacious plans in mind.
But right now, with Lanci on their side, they somehow felt too secure for comfort.
