Chapter 155 Lanqi's Ikerite City First People's Hospital

"Hahaha, hahahaha!!"

On the floor of the church, Count Palocas was like a wild beast that could not break free from its chains. His chest rose and fell wildly. His inhalation seemed to be mocking and his exhalation seemed to be roaring. Every struggle was a provocation to death.

This group of humans who have not yet understood the seriousness of the problem will not be able to continue to run rampant for long before they will have to endure the blood Count's devastating wrath.

Amid Count Palocas' laughter, Lanci handed the giant syringe to the executioner.

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

As Lanqi spoke, the surroundings seemed to be ringing sharply, foreshadowing the coming of the patient's crisis.

“You have to do your best for the patient in front of you.”

"good."

The executioner took the [blood pressure rescue device]. Although he was not a doctor, he felt that he would be able to use this medical device with ease.

White illuminates every corner, and the cold and hard chrome steel medical props reflect the dazzling light.

In this pure white emergency room, everything is strictly controlled and the time is accurate to milliseconds.

The patient is now ready for surgery. His face is distorted by pain and mental stress, and the blood flowing in his veins seems to be burning. Even without looking at the blood pressure monitor, it can be seen that his blood pressure is too high.

The tense atmosphere solidified in the air, leaving only the disordered electrocardiogram breathing sound and the dull beating of the overloaded heart.

In the center under the ceiling, the executioner skillfully found the largest blood vessel in Count Palocas's elbow - the brachial artery.

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

“Hahahahaha…you guys finally feel scared? Think carefully about what the consequences will be when the sun disappears.”

The light reflected from the glass shone coldly on Count Palocas' face. The white floor tiles were stained with blood from his serious injuries. A strange smile flashed across his face, and then Count Palocas laughed out loud, as if he was celebrating something very happy.

"Praise the goddess..."

The executioner held the syringe, his eyes still fanatical.

According to Mr. Lanqi's ecological research report, the vampires of this era keep humans in captivity as food and toys for their enjoyment. The stronger the vampire, the more immeasurable sins of killing they have committed. In other words, subduing them is also an immeasurable merit.

The executioner smiled horribly, squatted down, pushed the needle of the syringe into the Duke of Palocas' brachial artery, took a deep breath, tensed his arm muscles, and began to pull the piston of the syringe.

“…”

The moment the tip of the needle penetrated the skin, Count Palocas only felt itchy. Compared with the pain just now, it could even be said that he felt nothing now.

Then a cool feeling spread along his body.

Count Palocas' body trembled violently, but he was quickly pinned down by the Paladin and the male guards.

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

The executioner began to slowly draw out the blood. Every time he pulled the plunger of the syringe, it seemed as if he was stripping away the life of Count Palocas.

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

"!!"

Count Palocas, who was originally preparing to laugh at this group of people for being at the end of their strength, suddenly became somewhat unbelievable. His brain worked rapidly and he gradually figured out what this group of people were doing.

"You, what are you doing?! Stop it! You damn worms!!"

Count Palocas suddenly screamed desperately, like a skinned beast. Since his birth, he finally understood something more terrifying than death, and his body tried frantically to break free!

gradually.

Count Palocas began to feel dizzy, his consciousness began to blur, and his body became lighter and lighter.

Every time the [blood pressure rescue device] was pulled, it felt like his life was being sucked away bit by bit. He wanted to resist, but his body seemed to be pressed down by a rock and he couldn't move.

"Take a deep breath. It's normal to feel dizzy."

Lanci's gentle voice rang in Count Palocas' ears.

"No!!!"

Count Palocas' voice began to tremble. He finally understood how cruel and terrifying that guy with black hair and green eyes was.

While his noble blood was being extracted, Count Palocas could clearly feel his proud strength slipping away, his hands and feet gradually lost sensation, and every heartbeat was like a heavy blow, making him feel that time was moving incredibly slowly.

The executioner had been operating with all his strength, pulling the piston of the syringe again and again like a dragon boat race, drawing out Count Palocas' blood!

“Ahh…”

The air around seemed to be frozen, with only the faint struggling breathing of Count Palocas.

"Huparian, our project "On Ecological Balance and Blood Clan Governance" has now obtained preliminary valuable data and practical results."

Lanqi put his hands behind his back and said with satisfaction.

Hyperion was shocked when she heard this.

"us?!"

Although she had overheard Lanqi's academic project arrangements during the conversation between Lanqi and Princess Alexia on the second floor.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

But she didn't expect that she had been included in the list of project researchers! "Your name will definitely be added to the final completed paper."

Lanci looked at her in surprise.

After hesitating for two full seconds, Hyperion closed her eyes tightly and nodded in pain.

"...Okay, thank you then."

She knew Ranchi very well.

but.

If possible, Hyperion really didn't want her name to appear in the author column of that potentially outrageous paper.

The paper must be written like a confession of a war criminal, and the signature area will be a list of war criminals.

But Hyperion had to go on this journey to the Cretan Empire to discipline the vampires, or rather, she had to go more than Lanqi.

Hyperion could only share her research results with Lanqi in tears.

Now that things have come to this, I can no longer go to the temple of the Church of the Goddess of Destiny.

And as they watched the count having his blood drawn, they were chatting.

"Even if the Earl gets weaker during the day, we still have to draw his blood every day, right?"

The young master of the Chamber of Commerce who was originally sitting at the banquet table also ran a little closer, observed the operation of transforming the vampire earl, and asked.

He now seems to be not afraid at all and thinks that the vampire Count is just like that.

The cold-faced female guard stared at the young master of the Chamber of Commerce in shock. She didn't expect that their stupid and kind young master could now say such cruel words without changing his expression!

But if you think about it carefully, it does make you feel a little uneasy to have to imprison such a vampire count and lock him up in the castle every night.

Once the Earl's blood is restored and he seizes the opportunity to counterattack, everyone may be trapped in an irreversible dead end.

"Yeah, but it doesn't matter. I promise that everyone will sleep well and eat well. We will have fun in the next four days!"

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

“…”

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

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

(End of this chapter)