Center of the Sanctuary.

Count Palox's figure was distorted in the ever-intensifying sunlight refracted by the stained glass, his strength slowly draining away like sand in an hourglass.

"Aaaaah! I'll kill you all!!!"

His lungs felt torn apart, his soul was being scorched by the sun, and every breath felt like being burned by flames.

Tormented by the three ruffians, now not only his eyes, but also every nerve in his body was enduring a needle-pricking pain!

He couldn't find his bearings, treated like a toy by the Executioner, Paladin, and Male Guardian.

But Count Palox didn't give up at all, using all his strength to counterattack.

Because he was immortal!

The pain of the moment was meaningless and would only make his revenge even more insane!

Even though his brain was spinning, he knew one thing.

That black-haired, green-eyed guy could never maintain the sun forever!

It was still five or six hours until dawn.

When the damned light in the Sanctuary disappeared, it would be the time for these people to suffer his endless rage and torment!

Count Palox trembled with anger in the blinding sunlight, becoming more and more insane under the fury, like a beast being relentlessly hunted, his bloody marks deeply imprinted on the silver floor tiles.

Each time he swung his claw-like hands to counterattack, it triggered a burst of violent wind pressure.

But around him, the Paladin, Executioner, and Male Guardian joined forces, their tactics as shameless as could be, a storm of attacks, unavoidable, each one refreshing Count Palox's understanding of humanity!

And in the distance.

Frey sat at the banquet table, continuing to eat his late-night snack, while raising his heavy crossbow to shoot an arrow at Count Palox.

Although everyone thought he was also a front-line fighter.

He stated that he was actually a ranged shooter and should stand in the back row.

Hyperion shook her head.

The tank was dealing damage in the back row, the mage was protecting the healer in the mid-field, and the healer was pulling aggro in the front row.

Their team now emphasized each person doing their job.

"When Professor Boraao's mana heavy sniper rifle is completed, I believe Frey, as a sniper, will be able to reach a new level."

Ranchi said with a smile.

Ever since he met Professor Boraao, the Dean of the Magic Engineering Institute, he had discovered that Professor Boraao could create all sorts of strange things.

After Ranchi provided the design ideas and promised funding investment, Professor Boraao became very interested in developing the various practical props that Ranchi had mentioned.

"I'm looking forward to it, a weapon that can attack from outside the enemy's field of vision is really suitable for me."

Frey grinned as well.

And as they chatted, the Cleric was constantly mistakenly healing Count Palox.

Since the three main front-line melee fighters didn't take much damage this time from the weakened Vampire Count, the Cleric didn't go all out to heal like when facing the Doom Saintess. Instead, he borrowed Ranchi's [Erroneous Healing] series of cards, changed the structure of his own magic cards, and realized the true meaning of healing.

Every ray of healing light that fell on Count Palox made the Count's mind even more unclear, causing him to tremble in pain as if the world was constantly spinning.

"Mr. Ranchi, please feel free to maintain the sun with your mana, leave the matter of converting the Vampire Count to me."

The Cleric said to Ranchi.

For the Fate Goddess Church Clerics with high spirit and low mana, Ranchi's style of play was also applicable.

The Cleric was very sure that after he returned to the real world, he would also prepare a set of erroneous healing magic cards, and could also share them with his colleagues.

"Okay, thank you for your trouble."

Ranchi nodded.

Although he was most confident in the abundance of his mana, activating [Radiant Virtue] still consumed mana rapidly.

This was also related to him only being at the third rank.

Before Ranchi's mana ran out, they needed to deal with this immortal Vampire Count.

Otherwise, once the Count recovered to his seventh-rank full state, everyone would surely die.

At this time, the central battlefield of the Sanctuary.

Count Palox closed his eyes tightly, his breath interrupted by trembling, the heart in his chest beating rapidly, like a deer driven by fear.

Finally, the duration of his [Blood Frenzy] ended first.

Along with the increasing sunlight, his combat power instantly plummeted to less than half of what it was at the beginning.

The truly unbearable and terrifying time had begun.

Count Palox's only remaining sanity told him that as long as he persisted, soon, everything would be over, and he would use his immortality to tell these foolish humans what the insurmountable gap between worms and higher beings was!

Even though he was covered in wounds, as long as he had a chance to breathe, he could recover quickly.

Until now, none of the attacks made by these people had any meaning!

The Executioner and the Paladin, two humans he had never paid attention to, had now become his greatest threats.

Their blades were like spinning tops, constantly cutting through his skin, leaving deep wounds, and even occasionally emitting ear-piercing laughter to mock him.

The Cleric was chanting spells that made him extremely painful in the distance, and every once in a while, a cold arrow would pierce his body.

But the most damned of all were that high and mighty being who possessed the sun and the gray-haired succubus who constantly taunted him with demonic sounds, they were like a pair of angels and demons conspiring together.

Every minute and every second, Count Palox's body and mind were suffering extreme torment, but he was still climbing that almost insane anger.

"Hahaha! You're easier to deal with than your familiars!"

After the previous period with the [Blood Frenzy] buff ended, Count Palox couldn't even withstand the Executioner's fist, and was directly choked by the Executioner with one hand and slammed heavily to the ground, unable to get up. Then, the Executioner pinned Count Palox to the ground and beat him to death.

"※※County!!!

The Paladin even found it troublesome to use his sword, so he directly kicked Count Palox's lower body with his iron-armored feet, and occasionally leaned down to mock Count Palox.

Even the Cleric, seeing this, stopped healing, carried his scepter over, and smashed it wildly on the Count's head like a baseball bat, his grinning appearance as if he was having a lot of fun.

Beside the banquet table in the distance.

Only Ranchi and the Great Poet and other back-row members had not joined the battle.

"...This, how did their fighting become like this?"

Hyperion asked blankly.

She remembered that these three weren't like this at all when they were fighting the Doom Saintess in the afternoon, and they weren't this violent at all!

Now they looked like people from three professions, she couldn't say for sure.

No.

If time went back eighteen hours, these three people were completely different people, okay?!

"I had Teacher Frey briefly review the battle with the Doom Saintess with them, and the three of them probably learned a lot of practical combat knowledge from Frey, who soloed the Doom Saintess without taking any damage."

Ranchi explained with a smile.

He looked like a noble figure who was worried about the world and was always thinking about making the righteous clergy stronger.

"... ."

Hyperion covered her face with both hands.

It was now past twelve o'clock in the morning.

If the teachers of the Sage Institute were still working overtime in meetings to follow up on their shadow world situation.

She couldn't imagine Dean Loren's mental state anymore.

"Alright, I don't have that much mana left, it's time to start the next step of treatment."

Ranchi finally stood up and walked towards Count Palox, who was completely suppressed.

The already seriously injured Count Palox was suppressed on the bright floor of the Sanctuary, looking embarrassed and decadent.

However, he had not completely lost consciousness, and the constantly twitching veins were proof of extreme anger and waiting for an opportunity for revenge.

The late night was still long.

As long as he waited for the sun to disappear... it would be his turn.

Count Palox endured the beating from the Executioner, Paladin, and Cleric, and every pain and humiliation left a deep mark in his heart.

Gradually, the corners of Count Palox's mouth even grinned, and the laughter of someone who had completely gone mad seemed particularly terrifying in the quiet Sanctuary.

He couldn't wait to regain his strength, and then capture them all in the most cruel way and take them away to torment them day and night!

These mere fourth and fifth rank humans were like corpses in the face of his immortality!

If he wanted to seal a Vampire Count, he would need an eighth-rank Great Demon who was proficient in sealing techniques to do it.

Among these weak guys, there was no great mage who could threaten him!

"Okay, go easy on him."

Ranchi's gentle voice sounded behind the Executioner.

Immediately, the clergy temporarily stopped attacking, just holding Count Palox down tightly, waiting for Ranchi's actions.

Although they didn't know what further methods Ranchi had to subdue the Vampire Count, after all, he was only at the third rank, and even if he was specialized in sealing techniques, it was impossible to seal a seventh-rank Vampire Count by crossing a full four ranks.

But according to Ranchi's instructions, it was enough to beat the Count until he couldn't move.

He had his own way to calm the Vampire.

So.

In the eyes of everyone and the mad laughter of Palox.

Ranchi took out a magic card.

[Blood Pressure Resuscitator]

[Category: Equipment Card]

[Grade: Blue Rare]

[Rank: 1]

[Effect: Comes with a weak life-stealing effect, dealing continuous blood loss when attacking incapacitated enemies.]

[Note: Protect your cardiovascular health.]

Only to see a giant medical syringe appear in Ranchi's hand.

Leaving everyone in the Sanctuary stunned.

It seemed that as long as he made a miracle with brute force, he could draw two liters of blood from the patient with each injection.

Count Palox was still laughing, having lost his sight, he didn't see what Ranchi was holding, and he didn't yet know what he would suffer later.

Even Hyperion, who had been following Ranchi, was stunned when she saw this piece of equipment, followed by a chill that made goosebumps rise all over her body.

A giant intravenous syringe, not only were vampires afraid of it, but its deterrent to humans was just as terrible!

This piece of equipment was actually very ordinary as a magic card, just much larger than an ordinary medical syringe, and had extremely high sturdiness.

But this thing was not equipment at all, it was completely a torture device!

Ranchi walked to Count Palox's side, listening to the Count still laughing, he was relieved.

The Count was so happy, he should be in good spirits when he got the injection later.

In order to prevent Count Palox from being too excited after taking back the sun, Ranchi decided to lower Count Palox's blood pressure first.

Since he accidentally gave Mr. Ferrat, the proctor of the entrance exam, a cerebral hemorrhage last time, Ranchi had been conceiving medical tools that could be used for emergency rescue.

Before he knew he was going to challenge the Vampire Shadow World this time, he happened to make a simple magic card that could be used on vampires.

A large part of the vampire's power comes from the blood in their body.

Although even if the vampire's blood was drained, they would not die, but they would definitely be unable to move, and it would take a long time to recover.

"I'm sorry, I'm not very good at sealing techniques yet, so I can only use this."

Ranchi looked at Count Palox, who was laughing on the ground, and said somewhat apologetically.

Since he couldn't seal it with magic, he could only physically dry it.

I updated a big chapter today, two chapters totaling 5500 words, and Xi is really trying his best to be diligent

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