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Chapter 560: Lanchi's Demon World Venture Plan
Chapter 560: Lanchi's Demon World Venture Plan
"Hahaha, Hahahaha!!!"
Under the dim snowstorm, Count Gregory struggled like a wild beast trapped in a hunter's snare. His chest heaved wildly, his inhalation a furious roar, and his exhalation a mocking laugh.
He had stopped resisting.
Because, no matter what, these two crazily audacious individuals wouldn't run rampant for long before facing the wrathful inferno of a Blood Count's fury.
Any being that dared treat a member of the Blood with such contempt would incur the endless retaliation of their entire race.
To exchange finite for infinite was to fly into the flame.
The infinite lifespan of the Blood was a force that no being with a finite life could hope to withstand.
"Sigrid, according to my research, when exposed to sunlight for a certain duration, the magical potency of a Blood's blood weakens. At that time, extracting their blood will face less resistance, and as long as it's properly sealed and mixed with a bit of salt and a small amount of water, then heated and cooked, it will be difficult for them to recall their blood even in a weakened state."
Lanchi instructed Sigrid earnestly. He felt that adult werewolves should also teach their young how to hunt the Blood, but since Sigrid had lost her parents at a young age, he could only impart his crude understanding of how to deal with the Blood.
"Okay."
Sigrid listened to Lanchi's words without a hint of doubt and took the blood pressure rescue device.
Despite her lack of medical training, she felt that she would be able to use this medical instrument skillfully.
"Sigrid, remember, the pinnacle of medicine is akin to culinary arts. Precision is the difference between butchery and surgery."
Lanchi emphasized.
"Meow?"
Cat Boss poked his head out from the shadows.
He knew that Lanchi had many unrecorded scenes from the Shadow World's cathedral banquet a few days ago.
Only Lanchi and the other participants knew exactly what had transpired.
Although he was a chef, he strongly disagreed with the notion that chefs and doctors were in the same profession.
If these two professions were mixed, the nature of the endeavor would change!
On this pristine snowfield, Lanchi stared at the pocket watch in his hand, everything under his strict control, with time measured precisely to the second.
The white light illuminated the snowy ground, and the cold, hard chromium steel medical instrument in Sigrid's hand reflected a dazzling glare.
Count Gregory had initially calmed down, his face contorted due to pain and mental oppression, his veins burning with fiery blood.
Even without the blood pressure monitor, Lanchi could discern the cause of his ailment—high blood pressure.
The pillar of light stood like a towering white obelisk.
The tense atmosphere solidified in the air, leaving only chaotic breathing and the dull thumping of a heartbeat.
In the heart of the light, guided by Lanchi's teachings, Sigrid quickly located the largest blood vessel, the brachial artery, in Count Gregory's elbow pit.
"Yes, puncture the artery, not the vein."
Lanchi encouraged.
Her eyes fixed intently on the raised bluish tube, ready to draw out the excess blood.
Cat Boss's eyes twitched at Lanchi's words.
You're teaching a child medicine all wrong! You don't start by puncturing the artery!
The light falling from the sky landed on Count Gregory's face, and he felt that nothing happened for a long time. He could only hear these two guys speaking in a language he couldn't understand. Finally, he gave up on continuing to attack him.
"Have you finally realized the fear? Think carefully about the consequences once your magic power is exhausted..."
A bizarre smile gradually appeared on the Count's face, and he asked loudly.
"Artery, artery..."
Sigrid held the syringe, silently reciting Lanchi's teachings.
She squatted down and pushed the needle into Count Gregory's brachial artery.
Sigrid took a deep breath, tensed her slender arm, and began to pull the syringe's piston.
"..."
At the moment the needle tip pierced the skin, Count Gregory only felt an itch, and compared to the pain he had endured earlier, it could even be said that he felt nothing at all.
Then, a cool feeling spread throughout his body.
Count Gregory's body trembled violently, but Sigrid held him down firmly.
Sigrid slowly began to draw out the blood, and with each pull of the syringe's piston, it seemed to strip away the Count's magic power.
"Good, very good."
Lanchi watched as the blood rose in the transparent tube, the scarlet liquid appearing heavy and turbid, as if countless merits were hidden within.
According to Lanchi's understanding of this era, the Blood in the Honing Empire had long since turned humans into livestock for food and pleasure, and the stronger the Blood, the more unfathomable their sins.
The Count before him had even participated in the destruction of Sigrid's hometown and personally admitted to killing many werewolves.
To subdue him was a meritorious deed.
Having successfully drawn blood and weakened the Count, Lanchi also put away the Light of Virtue, which had diminished in effect on the snowfield.
Now, he only needed to seal the blood with the mysterious wisdom of the East.
In fact, Lanchi had long been puzzled by why Westerners didn't make Blood Tonic.
During the last cathedral banquet in the castle, after Lanchi's recommendation and the Godhead trio's experimentation, it was found that the Count's blood had high nutritional value, and their bodies were slightly strengthened after consuming it.
By turning blood into Blood Essence and consuming it, even if the Blood had the instinct to recall their blood for rapid recovery, it would be to no avail.
Unfortunately, during the last banquet, they didn't have a good chef, and they couldn't make a delicious spicy butter hot pot. Aside from the Godhead trio, the others couldn't accept the bloody and excessively rich cuisine, and Hyperion even left the kitchen in disgust.
But this time was different.
Lanchi had brought in a master chef.
Lanchi could partner with Cat Boss to open an authentic Sichuan-flavored hot pot restaurant in the Demon King's City and experiment with the acceptance level of the demons towards the Count's blood wine.
The world grew dark once more, mirroring the tightly shut eyes of Count Gregory.
The count, who had been preparing to mock the pair as spent forces, suddenly found himself incredulous, his mind racing as he gradually realized what they were doing.
"What are you doing?! Are you mad?!"
Count Gregory screamed, like a beast being flayed, having never in his life encountered such humans since his birth. His body desperately struggled to break free!
These two lunatics intended to draw his blood while he was weak!
"Aren't you afraid of the blood clan's relentless retaliation?!" he shouted.
He struggled with all his might.
Gradually, Count Gregory felt dizzy, his consciousness blurred, and his body grew lighter.
With each pull of the blood pressure rescue device, it felt as though his life force was being drawn out bit by bit. He tried to resist, but his body felt as if it were pinned down by a mountain, unable to move.
"It doesn't hurt," Lanchi said gently, his voice soothing like a lullaby to a baby.
"Stop!!!'
Count Gregory's voice shook with rage, and he understood the true madness of this seemingly gentle Imperial craftsman.
As his noble blood was drawn, Count Gregory could clearly feel his proud magic ebbing away. His hands and feet gradually lost sensation, and the blood that left his body seemed to solidify, severing its connection with him.
Sigrid kept operating the device, rowing the syringe's piston back and forth with all her might, forcefully drawing out the count's blood.
"You..."
The surrounding air seemed to freeze, and only Count Gregory's breathing could be heard, faintly rising and falling.
"Do you know where this is?!" Count Gregory shouted with his last ounce of strength.
Despite feeling genuine panic, he was also keenly aware that he still had a final insurance policy.
To guard against any unforeseen circumstances, he had intentionally waited until the pair had moved far away from the city-state protected by the Beastman Grand Duke before revealing himself and capturing them.
And with the earlier commotion from the intense battle, the Demon Tribe's border army must have noticed!
Not long after he spoke, magical sources appeared in the distant horizon.
Count Gregory, who had just been subdued by Sigrid and Lanchi, wore a sinister smile.
Soon, a loud tearing sound pierced the quiet snowfield from afar.
From the boundless snowfield's edge, a squad of elite Demon Tribe patrol forces emerged, riding on Demon World skeletal dragons.
Their black armor glinted coldly in the moonlight, and each demon exuded an imposing presence that was not to be trifled with.
The entire squad swept across the snowfield in a disciplined and powerful rhythm, encircling the empty space where Lanchi, Sigrid, and Count Gregory were located. They landed with their battle gear at the ready, weapons drawn.
At the front of the squad, a stern-faced Demon Tribe border army officer stepped forward.
"I am Luka, commander of the Skull Dragon Cavalry Special Forces of the Second Army Group Border Task Force." The demon's face was partially obscured by a black military cap, revealing a sharp jawline and cruel lips.
Lanchi signaled to Sigrid to stop what she was doing and turned his attention to the Demon World army that had descended upon the Land of Eternal Night. Each member seemed to possess four to five tiers of power, and they were all highly trained special forces warriors.
From the medals and ranks on the leading demon's uniform, he appeared to be a Demon World Army Lieutenant Colonel, and as the commander, he was most likely a strong sixth-tier warrior.
With the officer's arrival, Sigrid clenched her fists, ready for battle. The powerful warrior's aura emanating from the officer filled her with a sense of oppressive weight.
The officer's attitude seemed to suggest that as long as they didn't make the first move, they wouldn't rashly attack.
"...'
The Demon Tribe officer gazed at the vampire on the ground, deep in thought.
He seemed to be analyzing the situation.
"Demon Tribe, I am a confidant of the Fourth Progenitor, Eduardo. You have an obligation to protect me! Expel these humans who threaten my safety!" Count Gregory shouted angrily at the officer before he could say anything.
According to the 'North-South Treaty', the Demon Tribe border forces were not allowed to attack vampires or assist humans in threatening them.
In half a month, the Demon Tribe and the Vampire Clan would hold their first peace talks after the Great Demon, Kaliyera, took power. The Fourth and Tenth Progenitors would also be heading to the Demon World soon. At this critical juncture, the border forces should understand the importance of guaranteeing the safety of a vampire count!
Finally, the officer spoke. "I ask that you leave him."
Lieutenant Colonel Luka sighed and said in a low, commanding voice, "My finger is lightly touching Count Gregory over there. My order is unequivocal."
At the same time, his hand rested on the hilt of his waist sword, which glowed with a dark red light and was enveloped in strange black mist.
It was clear that he had made an accurate judgment.
If these two humans dared to resist, he would have no choice but to eliminate them.
"...'
Sigrid stared intently at the officer while also warily eyeing the surrounding demon soldiers, trying to analyze their next move.
She was already exhausted, and she knew that even at her best, this Demon Tribe officer was not an enemy she could confront head-on, let alone an entire squad.
The demon special forces, upon receiving their orders, wore cold expressions, their eyes signaling their readiness for combat.
The air was thick with danger, and it felt like violence would erupt at any moment.
(End of Chapter)
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