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In the dim snowstorm, Count Gregory raged like a wild beast that couldn’t break free from its chains. His chest heaved wildly, inhaling like a roaring fury and exhaling as if in mockery.
He had given up struggling.
Because no matter what, these two overly insane people wouldn’t run amok for much longer and would soon have to face the towering rage of him, a Count of the Blood Clan.
Any being that dared to treat members of the Blood Clan in such a manner would face endless retribution from the entire clan.
To wager the finite against the infinite is to be like moths to a flame.
The endless life of the Blood Clan is a force no finite being can withstand.
"Siegler, according to my research, after the Blood Clan is exposed to sunlight for a certain period, the magic activity in their blood weakens. At that time, extracting their blood won’t meet much resistance. As long as it is stored well and mixed with a bit of table salt, a small amount of water, and then heated and cooked, they would hardly be able to call their blood back while in a weakened state."
Lanci seriously taught Siegler, feeling that adult members of the Wolf Clan must also teach their children how to hunt the Blood Clan. However, Siegler had lost her parents too early, so he had to rely on his modest wisdom to instruct Siegler on how to deal with the Blood Clan.
"Alright."
Upon hearing Lanci’s instructions, Siegler did not doubt for a second that there was anything wrong with his teaching and took the [Blood pressure rescue device].
Although she had never learned medicine, she felt that she could definitely use this medical device with proficiency.
"Siegler, remember, the pinnacle of medicine is culinary arts, the difference between precise and imprecise is butchering and surgery."
Lanci emphasized.
"Meow meow?"
Cat Boss peeked out from the shadows.
It knew there were many unseen scenes in the days following Lanci’s last Sanctuary Evil Banquet in the Shadow World.
What exactly happened, only Lanci and the other parties involved knew.
Although it was a chef, it absolutely did not agree that the professions of chef and doctor were related.
If these two professions were mixed, it felt like their nature would change!
On this pure and untarnished snowfield, Lanci watched his stopwatch in hand, everything under strict control, time measured to the millisecond.
The white light illuminated the snowfield, and the cold, hard chrome steel medical instruments in Siegler’s hands reflected a blinding light.
Count Gregory had managed to regain some composure by now, his features twisted with pain and mental pressure, the blood flowing in his veins as if aflame.
Even without looking at the blood pressure monitor, Lanci could tell his diagnosis—high blood pressure.
The pillar of light was like a massive white tower.
The tense atmosphere solidified in the air, only the chaotic breaths and the dull thudding of hearts remained.
In the center of the light, Siegler quickly located the largest vessel in Count Gregory’s elbow—the brachial artery—following Lanci’s instructions.
"Right, pierce the artery, not the vein,"
Lanci encouraged.
Her eyes were glued to the protruding blue line, ready to extract the excess blood. 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓅𝓊𝓫.𝒸ℴ𝓶
Cat Boss twitched at the corner of its eyes upon hearing this.
What the hell are you teaching the kid about medicine? Since when do you go for the artery when giving an injection to a newbie!
The light falling from the sky on Count Gregory’s face made him feel that there was no movement for half a day. He only heard these two people saying things he could not understand and finally gave up on attacking any further.
"Have you finally come to realize fear? Think carefully about the consequences of running out of mana..."
A strange smile slowly crept onto the Count’s face, followed by a loud questioning,
"Artery, artery..."
Siegler, holding the syringe, muttered Lanci’s teachings to herself.
She crouched down and inserted the needle of the syringe into Count Gregory’s brachial artery.
Siegler took a deep breath, her slender arms tensed up, and she began to pull the syringe’s plunger.
"..."
The moment the needle tip pierced the skin, Count Gregory only felt an itch compared to the pain from before, it could almost be described as feeling nothing at all.
Then, a chill spread throughout his body.
Count Gregory’s body shuddered violently, but Siegler held him firmly in place.
Siegler began to slowly draw out blood, and with each pull of the syringe’s plunger, it seemed to strip away Count Gregory’s magic power.
"Good, very good."
Lanci watched as the blood rose within the clear tube, the deep red liquid appearing dense and murky as if countless virtues were hidden within.
Based on his understanding of this era, the Blood Clan of the Huo Ning Empire had long treated humans as livestock for food and pleasure, and the stronger the member of the Blood Clan, the more immeasurable the karmic retribution they carried.
This Count, in particular, had also taken part in the destruction of Siegler’s home and had even admitted to killing many Werewolves.
Subduing him was of immense virtue.
Seeing that the Count had been successfully weakened by the blood extraction, he calmly put away the [Shining Virtue], which by now had reduced effects in the snowfield’s illumination.
Now, all that was needed was to seal the blood with the mysterious wisdom of the east.
For quite a long time, Lanci hadn’t understood why Westerners couldn’t make Earl’s Blood Soup.
During the last City-state Sanctuary banquet, under Lanci’s recommendation and the heads of divinity’s attempts, Earl’s Blood Soup had proven to have high health benefits. After eating it, their bodies had been somewhat strengthened.
To consume the blood by making it into blood soup meant that even if the Blood Clan possessed the instinct to recall their blood for rapid recovery, it was no longer of any use.
Regrettably, during the last Sanctuary Evil Banquet, they didn’t have a good chef who could make a nice spicy butter hotpot. Aside from the heads of divinity, the others couldn’t accept the way of eating blood soup, and Hyperion even ran out of the kitchen in disgust.
But this time was different.
Lanci had brought the chef with him.
Lanci was thinking of partnering with Cat Boss to open an authentic Sichuan hotpot restaurant in the Demon King’s Castle, to test how well the Demon Race would take to the Earl’s Blood Soup.
"!!"
The world darkened once again.
It was all that Count Gregory, with his tightly shut eyes, could perceive.
Count Gregory, who had been ready to ridicule these two as at the end of their rope, suddenly found it somewhat unbelievable. His brain whirred into action as he gradually figured out what they were up to.
"What are you doing?! Have you gone mad!"
Count Gregory burst into a frenzied scream, like a wild beast being skinned, witnessing for the first time humans like these and desperately wanting to break free!
These two maniacs were actually trying to extract his blood while he was weak!
"Aren’t you afraid of the endless retribution of the Blood Clan?!"
He struggled with all of his might.
Gradually.
Count Gregory felt waves of dizziness, his consciousness began to blur, and his body felt lighter and lighter.
With each pull of the blood pressure rescue device, it felt like a bit of his life was being sucked away. He wanted to resist, but his body felt like it was pinned down by a mountain, immovable.
"It won’t hurt a bit."
Lanci’s gentle voice arose beside Count Gregory’s ear, as if soothing a baby to sleep.
"Stop it!!!"
Count Gregory’s voice trembled, realizing how deranged the seemingly gentle imperial craftsman was.
Through the process of his noble blood being extracted, Count Gregory could clearly feel his proud magic power ebbing away, his limbs growing numb, while the blood leaving his body seemed to freeze and lose its connection to him.
Siegler continued operating at full strength, pulling the plunger of the syringe forcefully with each stroke, like rowing, and drawing Count Gregory’s blood out with great force.
"You..."
The air around seemed to freeze, with only the faintly fluctuating breath of Count Gregory.
"Do you know where you are?!"
Count Gregory yelled with the last of his strength.
Despite the real panic he felt.
He was also clear.
He still had one last safeguard.
In preparation for any eventuality, he had waited until they were well away from the city-state where the Beastman Great Lord offered protection before he appeared and captured them.
And in this domain, following the previous bout of intense battle, the Demon Race’s border army must have noticed something!
Shortly after his voice fell, several sources of magic power appeared in the distant.
Count Gregory, who had just been subdued by Siegler and Lanci, revealed a vicious smile on his face.
Not much time passed before a loud whooshing sound came from afar, piercing the tranquility of the snowfield.
From the edge of the vast snowland, a squadron of the Demon Race’s elite patrol troops appeared, clad in black armor, riding Demon World Bone Dragons.
Their armor shimmered with a cold glint under the moonlight, each demon emanating a formidable presence.
The whole squadron swept across the snowfield with a powerful, rhythmic pace and encircled the clearing where Lanci, Siegler, and Count Gregory were located, landing on alert while also bearing their weapons at the ready.
At the head of the troops, a demon officer with a stern face stepped forward slowly.
"I am Colonel Luka, commander of the Bone Cavalry special forces of the Demon World’s Second Army Group’s border special task division."
The face of the Demon Officer was obstructed by a black military hat, revealing only his sharp jawline and stern lips.
Lanci signaled Siegler to stop her work and watched the arrival of the Demon World’s military squadron in the Land of Perpetual Night, each member seemingly of Fourth and Fifth Orders, and all highly trained special forces warriors.
From the decorations and rank seen on the leading demon’s military uniform, he was a colonel in the Demon World’s army, likely a commanding officer of the Sixth Order, and a mightily strong one at that.
With the arrival of the officer, Siegler clenched her fists, readying herself for battle, the oppressive aura of the formidable warrior making her feel the weight of the threat.
The officer’s demeanor seemed to suggest that as long as they didn’t make the first move, they would not rashly attack.
"..."
The Demon Officer looked down at the Blood Clan member on the ground, pondering for a moment.
He appeared to be analyzing the situation.
"Demon Race, I am a confidant of the Fourth Ancestor Eduado’s lineage; it is your duty to protect me! Evict these humans who threaten my safety!"
Before the Demon Officer could speak, Count Gregory on the ground already shouted angrily at the officer.
According to the "North-South Pact", the Demon Race on the border was not allowed to actively attack the Blood Clan nor assist humans in threatening the Blood Clan.
In half a month’s time, the first talks after Calila of the Great Demon Clan’s fall would be held between the Demon World and the Blood Clan. The Fourth Ancestor and the Tenth Ancestor are also due to officially visit the Demon World soon. At this juncture, the border Demon Army should understand how important it is to ensure the safety of a Blood Clan Earl!
Finally.
"I request that you leave him."
Colonel Luka of the Demon Army let out a sigh and uttered in a deep and authoritative voice.
He tapped lightly toward Count Gregory lying on the ground in the distance, his tone conveying a command that brooked no dissent.
At the same time, his hand also rested on the hilt of his longsword at his waist that radiated a dark red glow, around which a strange black mist intertwined.
Clearly, he had made his judgment.
If these humans were to resist, he would have no choice but to eliminate them.
"..."
Siegler stared intently at the officer, remaining vigilant of the surrounding Demon Race soldiers, trying to assess their movements.
She was actually very exhausted, and she knew that even at full strength, she could not directly confront this Demon World officer, let alone an entire troop.
The Demon Race’s special forces, upon receiving the order, had a look in their eyes that was ready for battle and indifferent.
There was a dangerous atmosphere permeating the air, as if on the verge of erupting.
