The magic cards I made are absolutely flawless!

Dekan: "I won't die, I'm fine. That's the good thing about vampires, they're practically indestructible."

Then another ten minutes or so passed.

Marquis Roderick still showed no intention of speaking.

Dekan sighed helplessly.

"Cornelia, let's rest for a bit."

"Oh!"

Cornelia ran off the pulpit and sat down next to Dekan.

Dekan handed Cornelia a bag of snacks, then patted Morion beside him with the back of his hand.

"understood."

Although Morion felt that Dekan was a bit inhuman, for some reason he quickly understood what Dekan wanted him to do.

Morion summoned a [Big Goblin].

Big Goblin

[Category: Summoning Card]

[Grade: Purple Rare]

[Class: 3]

[Effect: Greatly increases strength and stamina; can take the fatal blow for other goblins on the field.]

[Note: "I'm the eldest brother, my name is Brin."]

Morion primarily uses goblins as summons.

Because his attribute strength is similar to that of Dekan, he has a civilian job panel.

The summoned creatures will not have high stats.

Therefore, Morion never pursued the combat capabilities of his summoned creatures.

He needs manpower and functionality more than combat effectiveness.

Dekan: "Looks like you still have quite a few [Bandit Goblin] on you?"

The Goblin deck has too many cards, and when combined, they can still produce amazing results.

For example, the [Big Goblin] card that Dekan has never seen before can solve the problem of the [Bandit Goblin] being easily killed.

Morion: "If you could help me expand my Underworld Goblin card collection, that would be great."

Dekan: "Hmph, dream on."

Morion: "Ha, stingy man."

Without exchanging many pleasantries with Dekan, Morion quickly ordered the Big Goblin to go to the pulpit and take over Cornelia's job.

Although the rotation speed is much lower than Cornelia's.

But it can prolong the torment.

If they keep going like this, they could travel for three days and three nights without getting tired.

"..."

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the entire church seemed to grow colder.

A biting chill permeated the space between the seats, and even the stained glass windows seemed to dim.

It was as if some ominous thing was finally about to be revealed.

The cat teacher instantly sprang to attention, its fur bristling as if it were about to explode.

however.

Seeing this commotion, the three people in the seats all showed excited expressions.

Just like the movie was about to reach its most exciting part, they sat in the audience, eagerly anticipating it.

"You bastards!!! I've memorized your scent! I will never let any of you go!!!"

A majestic yet angry voice seemed to come from all directions, filling the entire church.

Without even thinking, I knew it was the Marquis of Roderick's voice.

The vampire marquis seemed to finally realize the seriousness of the problem.

These three guys have endless patience and animalistic obsession with torturing their enemies, and they have no intention of stopping!

161 Did Decan hear the Marquis's lament?

"Hey, you finally spoke! I thought your vocal cords had fallen out of your coffin."

Dekan's light, airy voice was full of sarcasm.

"Keep smug for now!! I'll make you regret being born one day!"

Marquis Roderick's voice still carried a thunderous rage.

"I remember many beings saying similar things to me. Guess what happened to them in the end?"

Dekan simply asked that question.

His words contained no threat or boasting.

The Marquis felt that he was simply stating the facts about something very ordinary.

"..."

Marquis Roderick remained silent for a moment.

He was certain that something was wrong with the priest.

First of all, this priest's behavior was like that of a ghost; he inexplicably found his sealed self.

After finding the vampire marquis, his first reaction was not to seek the church's support, but to start torturing the vampire as if courting death.

This relaxed attitude didn't seem feigned; it was as if he genuinely didn't take the vampire marquis seriously.

"Marquis, say something."

Actually, Dekan's idea is very simple.

He saw that the name of this shadow world was "The Secret Story of the Decline of the Holy Rites".

Logically, there are only two most likely explanations.

It could mean that the Holy Ritual Church is no longer functioning properly, and even if they were summoned, they wouldn't be able to reinforce the seal on the Marquis, and even if they were, it might be broken again.

This could mean that the church may have begun to decay and collapse, and Dekan wasn't sure if there were any traitors within the church.

Therefore, rather than relying on the Holy Ritual Church, he might as well deal with this vampire marquis himself.

"Then, Marquis Roderick, congratulations on passing the first phase of training. You will now proceed to the second phase."

Dekan spoke with a barely perceptible smile on his face.

"..."

The Marquis of Roderick remained silent.

He was not afraid of Dekan's torture.

Although the spinning earlier had indeed made him very uncomfortable, the level of torment was not unbearable.

It was just that the insulting nature of the incident was quite strong.

He was certain that this was the only means he could use to torment him through the seal.

Dekan looked at Morion.

Morion nodded, and they each took out [Three Corpse Frenzy] (inducing and amplifying desires) and [Friendship Aura] (reducing the effects of mental magic).

Then it began to release continuously.

Most cards require targeting, however, [Three Corpses Frenzy] is a spell that does not require targeting.

Even without selecting the sealed Marquis Roderick in the "unselectable state," you can still affect him.

The result was that the Marquis of Roderick's murderous intent and his hunger, which had been sealed for a hundred years, erupted infinitely.

Normally, Dekan wouldn't dare unleash [Three Corpses Frenzy] at such a high intensity, because he himself couldn't withstand it.

However, with Morion helping him negate the effect, he can use it without restraint.

The only cost is mana and waiting for the cooldown.

"Aaaaaah! What did you do?! I'll kill you!!!"

In his rage, the Marquis of Roderick also felt his famine, so intense that it made his internal organs ache and constrict, growing uncontrollably.

The torment of unleashing hunger in a vampire like him, who had been sealed away for centuries without consuming blood, far exceeded the pain of having his flesh and bones chopped off.

"Hungry, Roderick? Want a taste of fresh blood?"

As he spoke, Dekan took a sip of grape juice.

"Mmm~ It smells sweet and delicious!"

"Ahhh!"

"Oh dear, the three of us are right in front of you, with fresh and delicious blood, but there's a poor unlucky guy who can't get a taste. Can you guess who it is?"

"what!!!"

All that remained of Marquis Roderick was the instinctive roar of someone consumed by rage.

This repeatedly fueled the Marquis of Roderick's thirst for blood.

It lasted for half an hour.

Until the Marquis's voice grew weaker and weaker, as if he no longer had the strength to call out.

Dekan finally stopped.

Marquis Roderick's final roar even began to carry a hint of wailing.