“Hahahaha, hahahahaha!!”

On the floor of the sanctuary, Count Palocas thrashed like a wild beast caught in a snare, his chest heaving wildly. Inhaling was like mockery, exhaling like a roar, each struggle a provocation to death.

These humans, yet to grasp 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' laughter, Lanqi handed the giant syringe to the executioner.

"Mr. Executioner, our job is to save people. That is all that matters."

As Lanqi spoke, it was as if a shrill medical alarm echoed around them, signaling a patient's crisis.

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

"Alright."

The executioner took the Blood Pressure Resuscitator. Although he wasn't a doctor, he felt confident he could wield this medical instrument with ease.

White light illuminated every corner, the cold, hard chrome steel medical tools reflecting a blinding glare.

In this pure white operating room, everything was under strict control, time measured in milliseconds.

The patient was now prepared for surgery, his face contorted with pain and mental pressure. The blood flowing through his veins seemed to burn, his blood pressure obviously too high, even without looking at the monitor.

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

Beneath the ceiling, the executioner expertly located the largest blood vessel in Count Palocas' elbow—the brachial artery.

His eyes fixed on the Count's skin, ready to draw excess blood.

"Hahahahaha... You're finally scared, aren't you? Just imagine the consequences when the sun disappears."

The cold light reflected off the glass hit Count Palocas' face. The white floor tiles formed a stark contrast with the bloodstains from his injuries. A strange smile flashed across his face, followed by a burst of laughter, as if celebrating something incredibly joyful.

"Praise the Goddess..."

The executioner held the syringe, his eyes still filled with fanaticism.

According to Mr. Lanqi's ecological research report, the vampires of this era kept humans as livestock and playthings for their enjoyment. The stronger the vampire, the greater the immeasurable sins on their hands. In other words, subduing them was also immeasurable merit.

A terrifying smile crept onto the executioner's lips as he crouched down and pushed the needle of the syringe into Count Palocas' brachial artery, taking a deep breath. His arm muscles tightened as he began to pull the plunger.

"..."

The moment the needle pierced his skin, Count Palocas felt only a tickle. Compared to the pain he had just experienced, this was practically nothing.

Then, a chilling sensation spread through 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 slowly began to draw blood, each pull of the syringe's plunger like stripping away Count Palocas' life.

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

"!!"

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

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

Count Palocas cried out in terror, like a flayed beast. He finally understood something more terrifying than death, his body frantically trying to break free!

Gradually.

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

Each pull of the Blood Pressure Resuscitator felt like extracting his life, bit by bit. He wanted to resist, but his body was pinned down as if by a heavy stone, unable to move.

"Breathe deeply, dizziness is normal."

Lanqi's gentle voice sounded in Count Palocas' ear.

"No!!!"

Count Palocas' voice trembled. He finally understood how terrifyingly insane that black-haired, green-eyed man was.

As his noble blood was drawn, 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 feel incredibly slow.

The executioner continued operating with all his might, pulling the syringe's plunger again and again, like racing a dragon boat, extracting Count Palocas' blood with unrelenting force!

"Ah ah..."

The surrounding air seemed to freeze, with only Count Palocas' faint gasps struggling to break free.

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

Lanqi said with satisfaction, his hands behind his back.

Hyperion was startled.

"We?!"

Although she had overheard Lanqi's academic project arrangements during his conversation with Princess Alexia on the second floor,

She didn't expect to be included on the list of project researchers!

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

Lanqi looked at her in surprise.

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

"... Okay, thank you."

She knew Lanqi was very kind.

But.

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

That paper would read like a war criminal's confession, the author section a list of war criminals.

But Hyperion had to go to the Kretan Empire to deal with the vampires, or rather, she needed to go even more than Lanqi did.

Hyperion could only share the research results with Lanqi through tears.

Now that things had come to this, she could never return to the temple of the Goddess of Destiny.

And just as they were watching the Count being bled 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 came closer, observing the surgery to modify the vampire Count, and asked.

He didn't seem afraid at all now, thinking the vampire Count was nothing special.

The cold-faced female guard watched the young master of the merchant guild in shock. She never expected that her clumsy and kind young master could say such insane things without changing his expression!

But thinking about it, having to imprison and lock up such a vampire Count in the castle every night did feel a bit unsettling.

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

"Well, it's okay. I promise to let everyone sleep peacefully and eat well. I guarantee you'll have fun for the next four days!"

Lanqi turned his head and looked at the two with a smile, still so sunny and cheerful.

"..."

Seeing Lanqi's innocent smile, the others immediately understood that he was going to do even worse things.

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

(End of this chapter)