he arena for the student council advisors."This is quite a big deal, isn't it"Lanche remembered the gigantic arena, with its pointed arch windows that oozed classical charm, capable of holding a multi...Chapter 1: The First People's Hospital of Ikelite, Lanchi

"Hahaha, hahaha!!"

On the church floor, Count Pallockas was like a wild beast unable to break free from its chains. His chest heaved wildly, his inhales a mockery, his exhales a roar. Every struggle was a provocation to death itself.

This group of humans who have yet to understand the gravity of the situation will not be able to run rampant for long, they will soon have to bear the wrath of the blood count's apocalyptic fury.

In Count Palocas' laughter, Lance handed the executioner the gigantic syringe.

"Mr. Executioner, our job is to save lives, and that's all that matters."

Accompanying Lanchi's words, a sharp medical alarm rang around them, foreshadowing the patient's impending crisis.

"One must do everything they can for the patient before them."

"Okay."

The executioner took the blood pressure monitor, though he wasn't a doctor, he felt like he could use this medical device with ease.

White light illuminated every corner, the cold steel medical instruments reflecting the blinding glare.

In this pristine and sterile operating room, everything is under strict control, with time measured to the millisecond.

The patient is now ready for surgery. His face is contorted due to pain and psychological stress. The blood flowing through his veins seems to be burning, even without looking at the readings from the blood pressure monitor, it's clear — his blood pressure is elevated.

A tense atmosphere hung in the air, broken only by the ragged breaths of a frantic heartbeat and the heavy thudding of a strained heart.

Beneath the ceiling, the executioner expertly found the largest artery in Count Palocas's elbow—the brachial artery.

His eyes were fixed on the Count's skin, preparing to draw out his excess blood.

"HAHAHAHA... You're finally scared, huh Think about what will happen when the sun disappears."

The light from the glazed tiles struck Count Palokas' face, cold and hard. The pristine white floor was starkly contrasted with the bloodstains left by his wounds. A strange smile flickered across his face, followed immediately by a booming laugh, as if celebrating something truly joyous.

"Wow, what a goddess..."

The executioner held the syringe, his eyes still burning with the same fervor.

According to Mr. Lance's ecological research report, the vampires of this era treat humans as food and playthings for their pleasure. The stronger a vampire is, the more immeasurable killing they have committed. In other words, subduing them would be an immeasurable merit.

The executioner's lips curled into a terrifying smile. He crouched down and pushed the needle of the syringe into Duke Palocas' brachial artery. Taking a deep breath, his arm muscles tensed as he began to pull the plunger of the syringe.

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At the moment the needle tip pierced his skin, Count Pallock felt only a slight itch. Compared to the pain he'd just endured, this was barely noticeable.

Then, a wave of icy coldness spread throughout his body.

Count Palocas's body shuddered violently, but was quickly pinned down by the paladin and male guards.

"Don't be afraid, it won't hurt..."

The executioner began to slowly draw out the blood, each movement of the syringe's plunger like a stripping away of Count Palocas' life.

Three priests watched as the blood rose in the transparent tube, the crimson liquid appearing heavy and murky, as if countless merits were hidden within it.

"!!"

Originally, Count Palocas, who had been prepared to mock this group of people as exhausted remnants, suddenly became somewhat incredulous. His brain raced, gradually figuring out what they were doing.

"You, what are you doing! Stop it!!! You bunch of damned worms!!!"

Count Palocas screamed frantically, like a skinned beast, finally understanding something more terrifying than death from the moment of his birth. His body desperately tried to break free!

Gradually.

Count Palocas began to feel dizzy, his consciousness clouding, and his body growing lighter.

Every pull of the 【blood pressure resuscitation device】 felt like it was draining his life away bit by bit. He wanted to fight back, but his body felt like it was pinned down by a huge stone, unable to move.

"Take a deep breath, dizziness is normal."

Ranch's gentle voice echoed in Count Pallock's ear.

"No!!! "

Count Palokas' voice trembled. He finally understood just how terrifyingly insane the black-haired, green-eyed creature was.

During the process of having his noble blood extracted, Count Palocas could clearly feel his proud power draining away. His limbs gradually lost sensation, and each heartbeat felt like a heavy blow, making time seem to crawl by.

The executioner worked with all his might, pumping the syringe's piston like a rower in a dragon boat, drawing Palocas Count's blood out forcefully again and again!

"Ahhh..."

The air around them seemed frozen, with only Count Palokas's breath faintly struggling.

"Huberlian, our "Ecological Balance and Bloodline Governance" project has now yielded valuable preliminary data and practical results."

Lance said with satisfaction, carrying the bag on his back.

Huberly was taken aback.

"Us!"

Although she overheard Lanci's academic schedule arrangement during the previous conversation between him and Princess Alyxandria on the second floor,

But she didn't expect that she had also been included in the list of project researchers!

Of course, your name will be added to the final paper.

Lance stared at her in surprise.

After a full two seconds of hesitation, Huberleyan tightly closed her eyes and nodded in pain.

"Okay, thank you."

She knows Lance is very good.

But.

If possible, Huberlyan really didn't want her name to appear on the author list of that paper which could be quite groundbreaking.

That paper will definitely be like a confession from a war criminal, and the author list will be the list of war criminals.

But Huberlian had to take this journey to the Krell Empire to deal with the vampires, or rather, she was even more compelled to go than Lance.

Huperly could only share her research findings with Ranch, tears welling in her eyes.

It is too late to go to the temple of the Goddess of Destiny now.

And while they were watching the count being bled, they chattered away.

"Speaking of this count, even though he weakens during the day, we still have to keep drawing his blood every day, right"

Even the young master of the Chamber of Commerce, who was originally seated at the banquet table, ran closer to observe the surgery on the transformed Blood Clan Earl and asked.

He doesn't look afraid at all now, thinking the blood count is just that.

The cold-faced female guard stared in shock at the young master of the chamber of commerce. She never expected their clumsy and kind young master to be able to say such heartless words without changing his face!

But on second thought, having to confine such a bloodsucking count in the castle every night does feel rather unsettling.

Once the count regains his blood, seizing the opportunity to counterattack, it is possible that everyone will fall into a predicament from which there is no return.

"Well, it's okay. I promise to make sure everyone gets a good sleep and good food, and we'll definitely have fun over the next four days!"

Ranch smiled and turned back to the two, still as bright and cheerful as ever.

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Seeing Lance's natural smile, the others immediately understood that he was going to do something even more innocent.

But at this time, Lance was on their side, which made them feel a little too secure.

(The End)

[ ]s trembling as if they too sensed the excitement before the journey.Miss Milfort, Mirella and Huberlyan, dressed in attire more suitable for travel, stood at the door. Despite their practical clothing...