Chapter 圣堂中心

In the heart of the sanctuary, Count Palocas's figure contorted in the increasingly intense sunlight refracted through the glass, his power draining away like sand in an hourglass.

"Aaaaargh! I'll kill you all!"

His lungs felt torn apart, his soul scorched by the sun; each breath was like inhaling flames.

Tormented by the three ruffians, not only his eyes but his entire nervous system was enduring a pain akin to being pricked with needles!

He was disoriented, used as a toy by the Executioner, the Paladin, and the Male Attendant.

But Count Palocas didn't give up; he counterattacked with every ounce of strength he had left.

Because he was immortal!

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

Even though his mind was reeling, he knew one thing.

That black-haired, green-eyed guy couldn't possibly maintain the sun forever!

There were still five or six hours until dawn.

When the damned light in the sanctuary disappeared, it would be time for these people to face his endless fury and torment!

Count Palocas trembled with rage in the blinding sunlight, his anger driving him mad, like a cornered beast, bloodstains deeply imprinted on the silver floor tiles.

Each time he swung his claw-like hands in retaliation, it triggered a violent gust of destructive wind.

But around him, the Paladin, the Executioner, and the Male Attendant worked together, their tactics so utterly shameless, so relentless, that they constantly redefined Count Palocas's understanding of humanity!

And in the distance, Frey sat at the banquet table, continuing his late-night snack, while raising his heavy crossbow to fire an arrow at Count Palocas.

Although everyone thought he was also a front-liner, he insisted he was actually a ranged shooter and should be standing in the back.

Hyperion shook her head.

The tank was dealing damage from the rear, the mage was protecting the healer in the midfield, and the healer was drawing aggro in the front.

Their team was all about each doing their job.

"Once Professor Bola Ao finishes developing the magical energy sniper rifle, I believe you, Frey, will reach new heights as a sniper."

Lanci said with a smile.

Since meeting Professor Bola Ao, the head of the Magic Engineering Institute, he had discovered that Professor Bola Ao could create all sorts of strange things.

After Lanci provided design ideas and promised financial investment, Professor Bola Ao became very interested in developing the various practical gadgets Lanci had described.

"I look forward to it; a weapon that can attack from outside the enemy's line of sight is truly suitable for me."

Frey grinned as well.

And as they chatted idly, the cleric nearby continued to provide Count Palocas with erroneous healing.

Since the three front-line melee fighters didn't take much damage from the weakened vampire count this time, the cleric didn't heal as fully as he had against the Saintess of Destruction; instead, he borrowed Lanci's [Erroneous Healing] series cards, changed the structure of his own magic cards, and grasped the true essence of healing.

Each ray of healing light that fell on Count Palocas made the count's mind even more muddled, causing him to tremble even more painfully, as if the world was constantly spinning.

"Mr. Lanci, rest assured and maintain the sun with your magical power; leave the task of converting the vampire count to me."

The cleric said to Lanci.

For the clerics of the Church of the Goddess of Destiny, who were high in spirit but low in magic power, Lanci's method was equally applicable.

The cleric was certain that when he returned to the real world, he would prepare a set of erroneous healing magic cards and share them with his colleagues.

"Mm, thank you."

Lanci nodded.

Although he was most confident in his abundant magical power, activating [Radiant Virtue] still rapidly consumed it.

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

Before Lanci's magic power ran out, they needed to deal with this immortal vampire count.

Otherwise, once the count regained his full seventh-rank state, everyone would surely die.

At the center of the sanctuary battlefield, Count Palocas tightly closed his eyes, his breathing intermittent and trembling, the heart in his chest pounding rapidly, like a deer driven by fear.

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

Accompanied by the still-intensifying sunlight, his combat power instantly plummeted to less than half of what it had been at the start.

The truly agonizing, terrifying time had begun.

Palocas's remaining rationality told him that as long as he persevered, soon, everything would end, and he would use his immortality to show these foolish humans what the insurmountable gap between worms and higher beings was!

Even if he was covered in wounds, as long as he had a chance to catch his breath, he could quickly recover.

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

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

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

The cleric was chanting spells in the distance that caused him immense pain, and every once in a while, a cold arrow would pierce his body.

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

Every minute, every second, Count Palocas's mind and body were suffering extreme torment, but he was still escalating that nearly insane rage.

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

After that period of time with the [Blood Frenzy] buff passed, Count Palocas couldn't even withstand the Executioner's fist; he was directly choked by the Executioner and slammed heavily to the ground, unable to get up. Then, the Executioner pinned Count Palocas to the ground and beat him to death.

"※※ Count!"

The Paladin found using a sword too troublesome and directly kicked Count Palocas's lower body with his iron-armored foot, occasionally leaning down to taunt Count Palocas.

Even the cleric, seeing this, stopped healing, carried his tin staff over, and smashed it wildly on the count's head like a baseball bat, his grinning appearance as if he was having a great time.

Beside the banquet table in the distance, only Lanci and the Great Poet and others in the back row did not join the battle.

"...This, how did their fight turn out like this?"

Hyperion asked blankly.

She remembered that when these three fought the Saintess of Destruction in the afternoon, they weren't like this at all, and they weren't this violent!

Now they looked like three people in some profession; she couldn't quite say.

No.

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

"I had Teacher Frey briefly review the battle with the Saintess of Destruction for them; the three of them have probably learned a lot of practical combat knowledge from Frey, who single-handedly cleared the Saintess of Destruction without taking any damage."

Lanci explained with a smile.

He looked like a noble figure worried about the world, constantly thinking about how to make the righteous clergy stronger.

"..."

Hyperion covered her face with her hands.

It was now a little after twelve in the morning.

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

She didn't dare imagine Headmaster Loren's mental state.

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

Lanci finally stood up and walked towards Count Palocas, who was completely suppressed.

The already heavily injured Count Palocas was suppressed on the bright floor of the sanctuary, disheveled and dejected.

However, he had not completely lost consciousness; the constantly twitching veins were proof of his extreme anger and the wait for an opportunity to retaliate.

The deep night was still long.

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

Count Palocas endured the beating from the Executioner, the Paladin, and the cleric; each pain and humiliation left a deep mark on his heart.

Gradually, the corners of Count Palocas's mouth even twisted into a grin; that completely insane laughter seemed particularly terrifying in the quiet sanctuary.

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

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

If one wanted to seal a vampire count like him, it would take an eighth-rank great demon who was proficient in sealing techniques to do it.

Among the other party's group of weaklings, there was no great mage who could threaten him!

"Alright, go easy."

Lanci's gentle voice sounded behind the Executioner.

Immediately, the clergy temporarily stopped attacking, simply holding Count Palocas down tightly, waiting for Lanci's next move.

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

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

He had his own way to calm vampires.

So.

In the eyes of everyone and in the midst of Palocas's insane laughter, Lanci took out a magic card.

[Blood Pressure Resuscitator]

[Category: Equipment Card]

[Grade: Blue - Rare]

[Rank: 1]

[Effect: Comes with a weak life-draining effect; attacking incapacitated enemies causes a continuous blood loss effect.]

[Note: Protect your cardiovascular and cerebrovascular health.]

Lanci conjured a giant medical syringe in his hand.

Leaving everyone in the sanctuary stunned.

It seemed that as long as he used enough force, each injection to the end would extract two liters of blood from the patient.

Palocas was still laughing; his loss of sight meant that he couldn't see what Lanci was holding, nor did he know what he would suffer later.

Even Hyperion, who had been following Lanci all along, was stunned when she saw this equipment, followed by a chill that raised goosebumps all over her body.

The giant intravenous injector was not only frightening to vampires but its deterrence to humans was equally terrifying!

This piece of equipment was actually very ordinary as a magic card; it was just much larger than a normal medical syringe and had extremely high durability.

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

Lanci walked to Count Palocas's side; hearing the count still laughing, he felt relieved.

Since the count was so happy, he should be in good spirits when he got his injection later.

To prevent Count Palocas from becoming too excited after he took back the sun, Lanci decided to lower Count Palocas's blood pressure first.

Since he accidentally caused Mr. Ferrat, the proctor of the entrance exam, to have a cerebral hemorrhage last time, Lanci had been conceiving medical tools that could be used for emergency resuscitation.

Before he knew he was going to challenge the vampire shadow world this time, he had just made a simple magic card that could be used on vampires.

A large part of vampires' power comes from the blood in their bodies.

Although even if the vampire's blood was drained, they wouldn't die, they would definitely be unable to move and would need a long time to recover.

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

Lanci looked at the laughing Palocas on the ground and said somewhat embarrassedly.

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

Today, I updated a big chapter, two chapters totaling 5500 words; Xi really tried her best to be diligent.

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