"Ugh..."
Count Gregory clutched his neck tightly, stumbling backward as tears stread down his cheeks, lined with pain.
Before he could react further, the whistling wind stirred up by Siegler was already surging in front of him. He felt his legs go numb as Siegler’s heavy kick landed on his knees, forcing him to kneel on the ground as if the world was spinning around him.
In an instant, the rush of air and the roar of explosion attacked, and Siegler’s bow step charge punch followed by a flanking chop made stars appear before Count Gregory’s eyes. He could no longer hear the chaos of the blizzard, on the verge of fainting.
Even without the sun, it was a struggle to open his eyes.
Strange beams of light interwove into a net that left him no escape.
Each snowflake on the snowfield shone brightly, illuminated by an out-of-place radiance, turning the entire snowy ground into a fantasy world paved with countless diamonds.
The clear and increasingly vehent strings of the Goddess of the Moon turned the originally silent and cold atmosphere suddenly warm and agitated, as if jumping from one extre to another.
"I want to see how long you can keep up this trick!!" Count Gregory shouted in a broken and angry voice.
In the Land of Perpetual Night, it would take sever hours to see a brief daylight without advancing towards the Demon World.
This sun, summoned through magic, would ultimately exhaust this human’s mana.
Once his opponent’s mana was depleted, even if he was severely injured, he would be able to chase and kill them before they could escape the snowfield!
Count Gregory’s figure twisted in the sunlight on the snowfield, his strength slow to recover.
He trembled with anger in the intense sun, becoming increasingly mad with rage, but he was like a wild beast being relentlessly chased, his blood deeply rging into the silvery white snow.
Each ti he launched a feeble spell, swinging his claw-like hands in a counterattack, he triggered a gust of wind in the blizzard.
But Siegler’s boxing technique seed to beco more and more proficient, like a storm, inescapable, refreshing Count Gregory’s understanding of the Wolf Clan each ti!
anwhile, in the distance,
The Great Love Poet played her lyre with a joyful and clear voice, spinning in circles on the spot.
Cat Boss was hiding in the shadows, shaking his head.
This boxing technique of Lanci’s might soon beco the military boxing of the Demon Race.
"Cat Boss, I’ve noticed that many of my enemies have hot-headed temperants," Lanci said to the shadow at his feet.
"ow?" ca a puzzled voice from the shadow.
Lanci was also busy, occasionally applying [Error Treatnt] to Count Gregory to provoke him, making him kneel whenever he ca close with [Basic Etiquette].
Every beam of healing light that hit Count Gregory made his mind fuzzier, his body trembling with pain, as if the world were constantly spinning around him.
After acquiring [Hopeless Mark], the summons all received a slight boost, and the brilliance of [Shining Virtue] was half as strong as last ti.
Although Lanci was most confident in the abundance of his mana, it was still rapidly depleting after activating [Shining Virtue].
"Just a light tap with a spell, and he gets this angry," Lanci explained to Cat Boss.
Cat Boss: "..."
Bro, don’t die.
If you die and I fall out from the shadow, I’ll die too.
"Unwavering!"
After starting to "walk the dog," Lanci called back the Great Love Poet.
Besides saving mana, the Great Love Poet would be very unhappy if she happened to be killed by a stray attack.
But even without the Great Love Poet, he had already pulled his aggro very stable.
Count Gregory was thoroughly enraged by him; even if Lanci picked up a rock and threw it at Count Gregory, it would still increase his rage.
"Ahhh! I will kill you!!!"
Count Gregory’s chest seed torn apart, not only was his soul scorched by the sun, each breath felt like a baptism by fire. Under the tornt of the two bullies, every nerve in his body endured a pain as if being jabbed with needles!
He couldn’t find his direction, his senses seed sealed, and the enemy treated him like a toy.
But Count Gregory still hadn’t given up, using all his strength to lash back.
Because he had an immortal body!
The pain at the mont ant nothing, it would only make his revenge more insane after his victory!
Count Gregory clenched his eyes shut, his breathing intermittent and tremulous, his heart in his chest pounding furiously.
Even though his brain was dazed, he knew one thing.
He could feel that in this open terrain, the sun’s power was weakening.
As ti passed, the glow gradually began to diminish, and the snowfield’s golden hue faded, returning to its original silver tone.
What little reason he had left told him that if he could just hold on a little longer, everything would soon end, and he would show these two foolish and weak creatures with his undead nature, the insurmountable gulf between worms and superior beings!
Even though he was battered all over, just a chance to catch his breath, and he could quickly recover.
So far, all the attacks by this group were aningless!
He just needed to endure this mont, just a little longer!
A re Fifth-order wolf, a pup he had never taken seriously, had now beco his greatest threat; and that Cerryti Empire craftsman chanting spells in the distance causing him excruciating pain; he was the one who deserved to die the most!
Once again brought to his knees by a blow, Count Gregory already felt his consciousness ebbing. With all his might, he kept his thinking fueled by hate, when suddenly he felt a deadly chill emanating from in front of him.
Before he could guess what the attack was, Siegler had already clasped her fingers together, forming a fist, and slamd it down viciously towards the top of Count Gregory’s skull.
"Brain reboot!"
As Siegler’s punch landed, Count Gregory’s gaze instantly beca clear.
It had awakened him.
In the distance.
"Quite impressive."
Lanci stopped in his tracks, watching the new boxing technique Siegler had realized.
There’s no need for a disciple to be inferior to their ntor, nor for a ntor to be wiser than the disciple; he often gained insights from his students as well.
The montarily unconscious Count Gregory’s bones gradually deford under Siegler’s relentless beating, his weakened seventh-order body succumbing to Siegler’s iron fists, with blood rolling out of every orifice like boiling water, staining the snow red—a boiling rage with nowhere to vent almost driving him to ntal collapse!
Siegler’s fists, like rods of steel, continually caved Count Gregory’s body in, accompanied by the vicious screams that ca with the sound of breaking bones.
Lanci finally stopped distancing himself and walked towards Count Gregory, who was completely overpowered.
The severely injured Count of the Blood Clan lay suppressed on the crimson snow, disheveled and wailing pitifully.
Count Gregory barely regained so consciousness, the veins on his forehead twitching violently, evidence of his extre anger and the waiting for revenge.
This type of attack could only weaken him, preventing him from acting for a short ti, but it was hardly any real harm!
This is the Land of Perpetual Night.
As long as that sun disappears... it would be his turn.
Being beaten up by a re fifth-order Wolf Clan, every pain and humiliation left a deep imprint in his heart.
Count Gregory’s lips twisted into a warped smile, its complete madness echoing unusually frighteningly in the quiet snowy night.
He awaited regaining his strength, then he would capture the opponent and deliver daily and nightly tortures in the most brutal of ways!
The weak Wolf Clan and humans had their destinies sealed under the oppression of his race!
"Alright, save your energy."
Lanci’s gentle voice rose from behind Siegler.
He too was about to withdraw the sun.
Fighting like this wouldn’t kill a mber of the Blood Clan.
Once the sun was lost, it wouldn’t be long before the Count of the Blood Clan gradually recovered from his incapacitating injuries.
Suddenly, Siegler paused her attack, simply holding down Count Gregory tightly, waiting for Lanci’s direction.
She understood that her attacks, while venting anger and hatred, couldn’t pose an actual threat to the Count of the Blood Clan.
Although she didn’t know what Lanci planned to do next, it appeared he had many special contracted summons but not many spells.
His own magic fluctuation was even weaker than hers.
"My academic report can finally continue."
As an ecologist, Lanci’s original plan to complete the project "On Ecological Balance and Blood Clan Control" required a trip to the Cerryti Empire to collect final data, which he had already obtained preliminary valuable data and practical results from the Shadow World.
Now, this Shadow World could provide further supplentation.
His ntor Loren had faced too many questions recently.
Lanci could only imrse himself in academic research now, trying to prove Loren’s strength.
"It’s enough to beat the Earl until he can’t move, my team and I have a professional thod to calm a Blood Clan."
And so.
Amidst Siegler’s questioning gaze and Count Gregory’s mad shouts.
Lanci took out a dical instrunt—
He produced a gigantic dical syringe in his hand.
It was the blood pressure rescue device used during the Sanctuary Evil Banquet.
Siegler was stunned.
She didn’t understand why Rocky, a craftsman, had an assortnt of odd things.
This syringe, if used forcefully, could perhaps extract two liters of blood from a victim.
It should be an instrunt used by White Angels.
But once it’s too big, it’s no longer a dical instrunt, but an instrunt of torture.
Count Gregory was still laughing, unable to see with his eyes shut what Lanci was holding or what he would soon endure.
"Co, Siegler."
Lanci walked over to Count Gregory, and once he was sure the Earl was lively, he handed the syringe to Siegler.
Lanci’s hobby class was about to start.
The cheerful Earl would likely be in a good spirit when he evolved later.
To prevent Count Gregory from getting too excited after the sun was withdrawn, Lanci’s team’s professional treatnt was to decrease the Earl’s blood pressure first.
After the practice in the Shadow World, his ecological research successfully proved that a large part of the Blood Clan’s strength ca from the blood in their bodies.
Although draining their blood wouldn’t kill them, it would certainly leave them unable to move and require a long ti to recover.
"Sorry, Mr. Earl, I was actually planning to learn Sealing Skill properly, but then I found this thing to be much more useful than Sealing Skill."
Lanci looked at the jubilant Count Gregory on the ground, apologizing sowhat awkwardly.
He realized that researching Sealing Skill to combat the Blood Clan might be taking a detour.
Physical transformation was indeed more efficient than magical sealing.
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