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Chapter 559: Lanchi Discovers His Enemies Are Often Prone to Anger
Chapter 559: Lanchi Discovers His Enemies Are Often Prone to Anger
"Ugh..."
Count Gregory clutched his neck and stumbled backward, tears streaming down his anguished cheeks.
Before he could react further, Sigurei's wind magic surged before him, causing his legs to go numb. Sigurei's powerful kick landed on his knees, sending him spiraling to the ground.
In an instant, gusts of wind and deafening roars assailed him. Sigurei's combination of a lunging punch and a side palm strike made Gregory's vision blur, and the howling wind and snow drowned out all other sounds. He felt as if he was about to pass out.
Even without the sun, he struggled to keep his eyes open.
Strange, shimmering lights intertwined, forming an inescapable web of radiance.
Every snowflake on the tundra sparkled under the unearthly glow, transforming the entire snowy landscape into a fantastical world paved with countless diamonds.
The clear and increasingly passionate melody of the Moon Goddess, played on the violin, abruptly changed the atmosphere from solemn and chilly to warm and agitated, as if jumping from one extreme to another.
"Let's see how long you can keep this up!"
Count Gregory shouted in a strained voice, his words laced with fury.
In this land of perpetual night, they would have to wait several hours for the brief daylight to arrive unless they continued their journey into the demon realm.
The magically summoned sun would eventually deplete the human's magical power.
Once their opponent's magic was exhausted, even if he were badly wounded, he could catch up to them before they escaped the tundra and kill them! Count Gregory's figure twisted in the sunlight reflecting off the snowy ground, and his strength was slow to recover.
He trembled with rage in the scorching sun, his madness fueled by his anger. But like a wild beast hounded relentlessly, his bloodstains were deeply embedded in the silvery snow.
Each time he weakly cast a spell or lashed out with his claw-like hands in retaliation, he stirred up gusts of wind within the blizzard.
However, Sigurei's martial arts seemed to grow more proficient by the moment, like a tempestuous storm that offered no escape. With each exchange, she pushed the boundaries of Count Gregory's understanding of the wolf clan!
Far away, the Great Lover poet spun in circles, her cheerful and clear voice accompanying her violin playing.
Cat Boss hid in the shadows, shaking his head as he watched.
Lanchi's martial arts might soon become the standard military hand-to-hand combat for the demon tribe.
"Cat Boss, I've noticed that many of my enemies have a short temper."
Lanchi addressed the shadow beneath his feet.
"Meow?"
A confused voice echoed from the shadows.
Lanchi wasn't idle either. From time to time, he cast ['Misguided Treatment'] on Count Gregory to draw aggro, and whenever the count drew near, he unleashed ['Basic Etiquette'] to make him kneel.
With each healing radiance that fell upon Count Gregory, his consciousness became cloudier, and he trembled more violently, as if the world were spinning around him.
After obtaining the ['Hopeless Mark'], his summoned creatures received a slight enhancement, and ['Radiant Virtue'] shone more intensely than the last time.
Although Lanchi was most confident about his abundant magical power, it was still being rapidly depleted since he activated ['Radiant Virtue'].
"I barely tapped him with a spell, and he's already this furious."
Lanchi explained to Cat Boss.
Cat Boss: "..."
Dude, don't die.
If you die, I'll fall out of the shadows and perish too.
"Unwavering!"
Lanchi had recalled the Great Lover after he started walking the dog.
Not only did this conserve his magical power, but he also wanted to prevent the Great Lover from accidentally getting caught in the crossfire and dying, which would make her very unhappy.
However, even without the Great Lover, he had successfully drawn all the aggro.
Count Gregory was thoroughly enraged by his antics. Even throwing a stone at the count would be enough to incite his fury.
"Ahhh! I'm going to kill you!!!"
Gregory's chest felt like it was being torn apart. Not only was his soul being scorched by the sun, but every breath felt like a baptism of flames. Under the torment of the two delinquents, his entire body felt like it was being pricked by needles, the pain unbearable!
He couldn't find his bearings, his five senses seemed sealed, and he was being toyed with by his enemies.
Yet, Count Gregory did not give up. He countered with all his might.
Because he was immortal!
The pain he endured now held no meaning; it would only make his revenge after victory all the sweeter and more insane!
Count Gregory kept his eyes tightly shut. His breathing was shaky and uneven, and his heart pounded rapidly in his chest.
Even though his mind was reeling, he knew one thing for certain.
He could feel that in this open terrain, the sun's power was waning.
As time passed, the radiance gradually diminished, and the golden hue of the tundra faded back to its original silvery white.
His remaining rationality told him that as long as he held on a little longer, everything would soon be over. He would use his immortality to teach these two foolish and weak creatures the insurmountable gulf between worms and higher lifeforms! Even if he was badly wounded, he could quickly recover if given a chance to catch his breath.
Up until now, all the attacks these people had launched were meaningless!
Just endure a little longer, that's all he needed to do!
The little wolf, a mere fifth-rank creature whom he had once disregarded as a pup, had now become his greatest threat. And that Imperial Craftsman, chanting excruciating spells from a distance—he was the one who deserved to die!
Count Gregory, once again knocked to his knees, felt his mind slipping. He struggled to maintain his thoughts through sheer hatred and suddenly sensed a chill of death approaching from before him.
Before Count Gregory could guess what attack was coming his way this time, Sigurei had clasped her hands together, forming a tight fist, and delivered a fierce blow to the count's head.
"Brain Reboot!"
With this punch, Count Gregory's eyes instantly cleared, as if Sigurei had knocked some sense into him.
From a distance, Lanchi halted his steps and watched as Sigurei unveiled her newfound fighting technique.
A disciple need not be inferior to their master, nor should the master always surpass the disciple; often, teachers can gain insights from their students as well.
Count Gregory, who had briefly lost consciousness, now had his bones slowly contorting under Sigurei's relentless assault. His seventh-rank body, weakened by her blows, could not withstand Sigurei's iron fist any longer. Blood gushed out from his orifices like boiling water, staining the snow red, and his mind, on the brink of collapse, struggled to find an outlet for his raging fury!
Sigurei's fists were like steel bars, continuously pounding Count Gregory's body into a concave mess, accompanied by the sickening sound of shattering bones and his vicious screams.
Finally, Lanchi closed the distance and approached Count Gregory, who was completely overwhelmed by Sigurei.
The severely injured vampire count lay helplessly on the blood-soaked snow, his figure pitiful and wretched.
Count Gregory managed to regain a bit of consciousness, his forehead twitching uncontrollably—a clear sign of his extreme anger and his biding time for retaliation.
This attack could only weaken him and render him immobile for a short while; it did not inflict any real harm!
After all, this was the Land of Perpetual Night.
All he had to do was wait for the sun to disappear... and then it would be his turn.
Being brutally beaten by a mere fifth-rank wolf, each blow and humiliation seared a deep mark in his heart.
Count Gregory's lips twisted, and his maniacal laughter echoed eerily in the quiet snow-covered night.
He waited patiently for his strength to return so that he could capture his tormentors and subject them to the most cruel and relentless torture!
In reality, the fate of these weak wolves and humans was already sealed, as they were no match for his racial superiority!
"That's enough, conserve your strength."
Lanchi's gentle voice sounded behind Sigurei, bringing her onslaught to a temporary halt.
He, too, was about to put away the sun.
After all, such a beating wouldn't be enough to kill a vampire.
Once the sun was gone, it wouldn't take long for Count Gregory to regain his mobility and slowly recover from his immobile state.
Sigurei paused her attack but continued to pin Count Gregory down, awaiting Lanchi's instructions.
She understood that her blows, aside from venting her anger and hatred, posed no real threat to the vampire count.
Although she didn't know what Lanchi planned to do next, it seemed that aside from his array of special contracted summons, he didn't possess many magical abilities.
In fact, his magical aura was even weaker than hers.
"Now I can finally continue my academic report."
As an ecologist, Lanchi had originally planned to complete his project, "On Ecological Balance and Vampire Governance," in the Kreya Empire, but he had already obtained valuable data and practical results during his previous trip to the Shadow World.
Now, in this Shadow World, he could gather even more supplementary data.
Recently, his mentor, Loren, had been facing numerous doubts and challenges regarding his teachings.
Lanchi could only delve deeper into his academic pursuits to prove his mentor's capabilities.
"Just knock the count out, and that will be enough. My team and I have professional methods to subdue vampires."
And so, amidst Sigurei's confusion and Count Gregory's hysterical shouts...
Lanchi produced a medical device—
A large medical syringe appeared in his hand.
It was the blood pressure rescue device he had used during the Church Delinquents' Dinner in the previous Shadow World.
Sigurei froze.
She couldn't fathom why Loch, a craftsman, possessed so many peculiar items.
This syringe, with enough force, could potentially extract up to two liters of blood from its victim.
It was supposed to be a tool used by compassionate medical professionals.
However, when its size exceeded a certain limit, it ceased to be a medical device and became an instrument of torture.
Count Gregory continued to laugh, his eyes squeezed shut, unable to see what Lanchi was holding or foresee the fate that awaited him.
"Come, Sigurei."
Lanchi approached Count Gregory, ensuring that the count was conscious, and then handed the syringe to Sigurei.
It was time for Lanchi's handicraft class to begin.
The count seemed to be in high spirits, and his mental state would likely remain positive during his upcoming evolution.
To prevent Count Gregory from becoming overly agitated once the sun was retracted, Lanchi's team had a specialized treatment plan—to lower the count's blood pressure first.
Through his ecological research and practical experiments in the previous Shadow World, Lanchi had successfully proven that a significant portion of a vampire's strength originated from the blood in their bodies.
Even if their blood was completely drained, they wouldn't die, but they would become immobile and require a substantial amount of time to recover.
"My apologies, Mr. Count. I had originally intended to study sealing techniques, but I later discovered that this method is far more effective."
Lanchi looked at Count Gregory, who lay helplessly on the ground, and said with a hint of embarrassment, "I realize now that studying sealing techniques to counter vampires may have been a misguided path. Physical modifications are far more efficient than magical seals."
(End of Chapter)
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