Chapter 11 The Blood Letting

"Hahaha, hahahaha!!"

On the floor of the sanctuary, Count Palocas was like a wild beast unable to escape a hunter's snare. His chest rose and fell wildly, his gasps like mockery, his exhalations like roars, each struggle a provocation to the Grim Reaper.

These humans, yet to comprehend the gravity of the situation, wouldn't be arrogant for long. They would soon bear the earth-shattering wrath of a vampire count.

Amidst Count Palocas's laughter, Lan Qi handed the giant syringe to the executioner.

"Mr. Executioner, our job is to save people. That is everything."

As Lan Qi spoke, it was as if the shrill sound of a medical alarm echoed around them, signaling the onset of a patient crisis.

"We must do everything we can for the patient before us."

"Alright."

The executioner accepted the *xueya qiangjiu qi* (blood pressure resuscitation device). Although he wasn't a doctor, he felt he could handle this piece of medical equipment with ease.

White light illuminated every corner, the cold, hard chrome-steel medical instruments reflecting a dazzling glare.

In this pure white and flawless operating room, everything was under strict control, time measured down to the millisecond.

The patient was now ready to undergo surgery, his face contorted with pain and mental oppression, the blood flowing through his veins seemingly ablaze. Even without the readings from the blood pressure monitor, it was clear—his blood pressure was far too high.

The tense atmosphere solidified in the air, leaving only the chaotic rhythm of the electrocardiogram and the heavy thud of an overworked heart.

In the center, beneath the ceiling, the executioner skillfully located the largest blood vessel in Count Palocas's elbow crease—the brachial artery.

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

"Hahahaha… Are you finally afraid? Think carefully about the consequences when the sun disappears."

The light reflected off the glass coldly onto Count Palocas's face, the pristine white floor tiles forming a stark contrast to the bloodstains left by his severe injuries. A strange smile flashed across his face, followed by a burst of loud laughter, as if celebrating something incredibly joyous.

"Praise the Goddess…"

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

According to Mr. Lan Qi's ecological research report, the vampires of this era raise humans as food and toys for their pleasure. The stronger the vampire, the greater the immeasurable sins on their hands. In other words, subduing them was an act of immeasurable merit.

The executioner's lips curled into a terrifying smile as he squatted down and pushed the needle of the syringe into Count Palocas's brachial artery, taking a deep breath. His arm muscles tensed as he began to pull back the plunger.

"..."

The instant the tip of the needle pierced his skin, Count Palocas felt only an itch. Compared to the pain he had been experiencing, this was practically nothing.

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

Count Palocas shuddered violently, but the paladins and male attendants held him down firmly.

"Don't be afraid, it won't hurt…"

The executioner began to slowly draw out the blood, each pull of the syringe plunger feeling like it was stripping away Count Palocas's life.

The three clergymen watched as the blood rose in the transparent tube, the deep red liquid appearing heavy and turbid, as if countless merits were hidden within it.

"!!"

Count Palocas, who had been preparing to mock these people as being at their wit's end, suddenly wore an expression of disbelief. His mind raced, and he gradually realized what these people were doing.

"What, what are you doing?! Stop it now!!! You damned worms!!!"

Count Palocas immediately screamed in terror, like a skinned beast. From the moment of his birth, he finally understood something more terrifying than death, and his body desperately tried to break free!

Gradually.

Count Palocas began to feel dizzy spells, his consciousness blurring, his body feeling lighter and lighter.

Each pull of the *xueya qiangjiu qi* (blood pressure resuscitation device) felt like it was drawing his life away bit by bit. He wanted to resist, but his body was as if pinned down by a large stone, unable to move.

"Take a deep breath, the dizziness is normal."

Lan Qi's gentle voice rang in Count Palocas's ear.

"No!!!"

Count Palocas's voice trembled. He finally understood how insanely terrifying that black-haired, green-eyed fellow was.

In the process of having his noble blood drawn, Count Palocas could clearly feel his proud power flowing away, his limbs gradually losing sensation. Each heartbeat felt like a heavy blow, making time feel incredibly slow.

The executioner continued to operate with all his strength, pulling the syringe plunger again and again like a dragon boat race, forcefully extracting Count Palocas's blood!

"Ah ah…"

The surrounding air seemed to freeze, with only Count Palocas's weak breaths struggling to be heard.

"Hyperion, our 'On Ecological Balance and Vampire Governance' project has now obtained preliminary valuable data and practical results."

Lan Qi said with satisfaction, his hands clasped behind his back.

Hyperion was surprised to hear this.

"We?!"

Although she had overheard Lan Qi's academic project arrangements during his conversation with Princess Alexia on the second floor earlier.

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

"Your name will definitely be added to the final completed paper."

Lan Qi looked at her in surprise.

Hesitating for a full two seconds, Hyperion finally closed her eyes tightly and nodded in pain.

"...Okay, then thank you."

She knew Lan Qi was very kind.

But.

If possible, Hyperion really didn't want her name to appear in the author section of that potentially heaven-defying paper.

The paper would definitely read like a war criminal's confession, and the signature area would be a list of war criminals.

However, this trip to the Kreea Empire to rectify the vampires was something Hyperion had to do, or rather, she needed to go even more than Lan Qi.

Hyperion could only share the research results with Lan Qi through tears.

Now that things had come to this, she could no longer go to the Temple of the Goddess of Fate.

And just as they were watching the Count's blood being drawn while chatting.

"Speaking of which, even if this Count weakens during the day, we still have to keep drawing his blood every day, right?"

The young master of the merchant guild, who had been sitting at the banquet table, also ran over a little closer, observing the surgery to transform the vampire count, and asked.

He didn't seem to be afraid at all now, feeling that the vampire count was just so-so.

The cold-faced female guard watched the young master of the merchant guild in shock. She didn't expect that their clumsy and kind young master could now say such outrageous things without changing his expression!

But when she thought about it carefully, having to imprison and confine such a vampire count in the castle every night did feel a little unsettling.

Once the Count regained his blood and seized the opportunity to counterattack, everyone might fall into an irreversible dead end.

"Yes, but it doesn't matter. I guarantee that everyone will sleep soundly and eat well. We'll definitely have fun for the next four days!"

Lan Qi turned around and looked at the two of them with a smile, still as sunny and cheerful as ever.

"..."

Seeing Lan Qi's innocent smile, the others immediately understood that he was going to do even more extreme things.

But at this time, Lan Qi was on their side, which made people feel a little too at ease.

(End of chapter)