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Before the Earl could react, the Paladin's majestic and upright voice sounded behind the Earl.
He didn't know when he was standing on the other side of the light. The silver armor he was wearing was coated with a layer of golden luster by the sunlight, and in his hand he held a holy sword that seemed to illuminate the world.
Every step he took as he rushed closer was like a rhythmic drumbeat, striking deeply in Count Palocas' heart.
The sound of the sword tip sliding across the ground and getting closer brought pressure like the sea water flooding a ship, making Count Palocas alert in the darkness where he could not open his eyes.
However, at some point the Paladin had already dropped the sword in his hand and charged at the Count. With the sound of the hilt falling to the ground, the Paladin's hands had already fiercely chopped the Count Palocas's temples on both sides of his head, causing Count Palocas to faint and almost fall down.
The male guard stood in the corner like a ghost, the dagger in his hand flashing a cold light.
Count Palocas already felt a little out of consciousness, and before he could recover, he felt a chill of death coming from in front of him.
Before he could guess what the attack was, the male guard held the dagger in both hands and slammed it down on the top of Palocas' head.
"The pain pierces the heavenly spirit!"
The poet of great love used her cheerful and beautiful voice in the distance to accompany the attacks of the three people.
She seemed so happy that she was about to dance, and she waved her slender arms behind the banquet table like a cheerleader, cheering for the main players in the front row.
"You bastard succubus-!!! Don't let me catch you!!!"
Count Palocas' bones gradually deformed under various despicable attacks. He was so angry that he wanted to die but had no place to vent! His skin could not withstand the sharp blade, and his blood rolled out like boiling water!
Chapter 154 Lanqi Starts to Do Evil Again
The center of the temple.
Count Palocas' figure twisted in the increasingly strong sunlight reflected by the glass, and his strength slowly slipped away like sand in an hourglass.
“Ahhhhhhh!!! I’m going to kill you!!!”
His lungs felt as if they were torn apart, his soul was being roasted by the sun, and every breath was like a burning flame.
Under the torture of the three hooligans, now not only his eyes, but also the nerves all over his body are suffering from the pain as if being pricked by needles!
He couldn't find his direction and was treated like a toy by the executioner, the paladin, and the male guard.
But Count Palocas did not give up at all. He fought back with all his strength.
Because he is immortal!
The temporary pain now is meaningless and will only make his revenge even more crazy!
Even though his mind was dizzy now, he knew one thing.
There is no way that guy with black hair and green eyes can maintain the sun forever!
There are still five or six hours until dawn.
When this damn light in the cathedral disappears, this group of people will have to endure his endless wrath and torture!
Count Palocas was shaking with anger in the dazzling sunlight. He became more and more crazy in his rage, like a wild beast being hunted relentlessly. The traces of his blood were deeply imprinted on the silver floor tiles.
Every time he swung his claw-like hands to counterattack, it would cause a violent destructive wind pressure.
But beside him, the paladin, the executioner and the male guard joined forces. Their tactics seemed to have no bottom line. It was like a storm with no place to hide. Every time they did so, they refreshed Count Palocas's understanding of human beings!
And in the distance.
While Frey was sitting at the banquet table and continuing to eat his midnight snack, he raised his heavy crossbow and shot an arrow at Count Palokas.
Although everyone thought he was also a front row.
But he said he was actually a long-range shooter and should stand in the back row.
Hyperion looked at it and shook her head.
The tank is in the back row to deal damage, the mage is in the midfield to protect the nurse, and the nurse is in the front row to attract aggro.
Their team now emphasizes that everyone has their own responsibilities.
"Once Professor Bolaio's magic heavy sniper is developed, I believe that you, Frey, will be able to reach a higher level as a sniper."
Lan Qi said with a smile.
Ever since he met Professor Boolao, the dean of the School of Magic Engineering, he discovered that Professor Boolao could make all kinds of strange things.
After Lanci provided the design ideas and promised financial investment, Professor Bolao began to develop the various practical props that Lanci mentioned with great interest.
"I'm looking forward to it. A weapon that can attack outside the enemy's sight is really suitable for me."
Frey grinned as well.
As they chatted, the priest next to them continued to give Count Palocas incorrect treatment.
Since the three front-line melee main forces did not suffer much damage from the weakened Blood Count this time, the priest did not use all his strength to heal them like he did when dealing with the Saint of Destruction. Instead, he borrowed Lanqi's [Error Healing] series of cards, changed the structure of his own magic cards, and realized the true meaning of healing.
Every ray of healing light that fell on Count Palocas would make his mind even more confused, and he would tremble more in pain, as if the world was spinning.
"Mr. Lanqi, just use your magic power to maintain the sun, and leave the matter of persuading the vampire count to me."
The priest said to Lanqi.
Lanqi's style of play is also applicable to the priests of the Church of the Goddess of Fate who have high spirit and low magic.
The priest was very sure that when he returned to the human world, he would prepare a set of magic cards for error healing and share them with his colleagues.
"Well, that's troublesome."
Lan Qi nodded.
Although he was most confident in the adequacy of his mana, his mana was still being consumed rapidly after activating [Glorious Virtue].
This is also related to the fact that he is only at the third level.
They need to deal with this immortal vampire count before Lanqi's magic power runs out.
Otherwise, once the Earl recovered to his full seventh-order state, everyone would surely die.
The battlefield in the center of the temple at this time.
Count Palocas closed his eyes tightly, his breathing was intermittent and trembling, and his heart in his chest was beating rapidly, like a deer driven by fear.
Finally, the effect of his [Blood Fury] expired first.
As the sunlight continued to grow stronger, his fighting power instantly dropped to less than half of its original value.
The truly difficult and terrible time began.
The only remaining sanity in Palocas told him that as long as he held on, everything would be over soon. He would use his immortality to tell these stupid humans what the unbridgeable gap between worms and higher beings was!
Even if he is covered in wounds, he will recover quickly if he is given a chance to catch his breath.
Until now, the attacks made by this group of people have no meaning!
The Executioner and the Paladin, two humans whom he once ignored, have now become his biggest threats.
Their sharp blades were like spinning tops, constantly cutting his skin and leaving deep scars, and they even made shrill, wild laughs from time to time to mock him.
The priest chanted a spell in the distance that caused him great pain, and every once in a while a cold arrow pierced his body.
But the most damnable thing is the creature with the sun high above and the gray-haired succubus who keeps taunting him with magic sounds. They are like a pair of angels and demons working together.
Every minute and every second, Count Palocas was suffering from extreme pain and torture both physically and mentally, but his rage was still rising to the point of madness.
"Hahahaha! You're easier to beat than your followers!"
After the previous period of time with the blessing of [Blood Fury] passed, Count Palocas could not even withstand the executioner's fist. The executioner grabbed Count Palocas' neck with one hand, lifted him up and threw him to the ground. Then the executioner pinned Count Palocas to the ground and beat him to death.
"※※Bo'er Jue'er!"
The Paladin found it troublesome to use the sword, so he just used his armored feet to kick Count Palocas in the lower body, and occasionally leaned over to taunt Count Palocas.
Even the priest stopped treating the count upon seeing his condition. Instead, he ran over with his staff and started hitting the count on the head like a baseball bat, grinning as if he was enjoying the beating.
At the banquet table in the distance.
Only the back row including Lanqi and the Great Love Poet did not join the battle.
"…Why did their fight turn out like this?"
Hyperion asked in a daze.
She remembered that these three men were not like this at all when they fought the Saint of Destruction in the afternoon, and they were not so violent at all!
She couldn’t tell what the three people’s professions were.
wrong.
If time goes back eighteen hours, these three people would be completely different people, okay?!
"I asked Teacher Frey to review the battle with the Saint of Destruction for them. I think the three of them learned a lot of practical combat knowledge from Frey, who defeated the Saint of Destruction without any damage."
Lanci explained with a smile.
He seems to be a noble man who is concerned about the state of the world and is always thinking about making the righteous clergy stronger.
"..."
Hyperion covered her face with her hands.
It's past twelve in the morning.
If the teachers of the Sage Academy were still working overtime in meetings to follow up on the situation in their shadow world.
She no longer dared to imagine Dean Loren's mental state.
"Okay, I don't have that much mana left, so it's time to start the next step of treatment."
Lanci finally stood up and walked towards Count Palocas who was completely suppressed.
Count Palokas, who had been seriously injured, was suppressed on the bright floor of the sanctuary, embarrassed and decadent.
However, he was not completely unconscious, and his veins kept twitching, which was proof of his extreme anger and waiting for the opportunity for revenge.
The night is still long.
Just wait until the sun disappears... and then it's his turn.
Count Palocas endured beatings from executioners, paladins, and priests, and every pain and humiliation left a deep mark in his heart.
Gradually, Count Palocas's mouth even began to grin, and that completely crazy laughter seemed particularly terrifying in the quiet church.