"Hahahaha, hahahahaha!!"
On the floor of the temple, Count Paluocas writhed like a beast incapable of breaking from a hunter's chain. His chest heaved wildly, inhaling as if in mockery, exhaling as if in a roar, each struggle a defiance against the God of Death.
These humans who had yet to comprehend the gravity of the situation would not be able to wreak havoc for long before they felt the wrath of him, the Count of the Blood Clan, enough to shake the heavens and shatter the earth.
In the midst of Count Paluocas's laughter, Lanci handed the large syringe to the executioner.
"Executioner, our duty is to save lives. That is all there is to it."
Accompanying Lanci's words was the sound of a sharp medical alarm echoing, heralding the impending crisis of the patient.
"We must do everything in our power for the patient before us."
"Alright."
The Executioner took over the blood pressure rescue device. Despite not being a doctor, he felt confident in using this medical tool.
