An Extra’s POV

Lord Phobio; The Crimson Angel.

That was what his name within the Mercenary Gang—though some would argue that his true nature resembled a devil more than an Angel.

He had a beautifully crafted face, and his body was toned to perfection.

As he stood there, watching the Dragon announce itself, he couldn't help but leak out a wry grin.

"Kekeke… you're a Dragon, huh?" His lips slowly curled up, revealing a twisted grin that handsome men shouldn't have.

Phobio looked like a snake at that point, his entire demeanor contorted to form an ugly mask of amusement.

"So what? So what if you're a Dragon?" He asked, his body suddenly relaxing as he kept up his cackles.

"Hm? Aren't you supposed to be frightened or something?"

"Nope! Why would I be?"

Phobio feared no one. That had been the case since he was little.

His special ability made it so that he was always very strong. In fact, he was the one who was always feared by those around him.

Also…

"I've killed a Dragon before, so it's no big deal. It seems you came here to attack us, so I'll just kill you too…"

The way Phobio spoke was with confidence and finesse.

Even though he wasn't wearing a lot of Enchanted Items, he still had the confidence to win.

His white robe and dark brown sandals were the only two Items he had on, and they were far from his usual set.

Still, he was confident.

'The blood I've amassed from thousands of people should be enough for this guy…'

Particles of Mana was trapped in the blood of people, so if he collected their blood, he was collating a lot of Mana in the process.

would the energy add impact to his Spells, but it wouldn't consume too much energy on

going

of Dragon did you

at Phobio, as if disbelieving

remember the kind of Dragon?

lying. He didn't care enough to recollect the kinds of enemies he had faced, especially if they

no

probably fought a weak Dragon. I'm a

Phobio's heard the moment he

felt so

are you trying to say?" He growled, the sphere of blood beside him already bubbling with

next depends on the next word given by

so why don't I break it down for you?" As the Dragon spoke, he stretched a hand towards Phobio, gesturing for

okay

"…."

eyes took in the Dragon's humanoid

darkness suddenly began to have a red

just… call

long black hair began to rise, and an incredibly dense layer of Mana erupted from

generated caused distortion in the air, but

the ignorant Dragon in front of him who

known it was a

his side since he had instructed them not to, so they resorted to the least severe option—and for

my side rather than run off.' Phobio's thoughts echoed deep within him, so he couldn't help but

now. Those girls… they should have explained or said

a

brought it upon themselves. Just like this fool

stood still, watching as

wasn't even fazed by the power being

his

Protection Cloak]. [Superior Self].

had their benefits, and by using them at once—alongside his

that weakness with this amount of blood. It's not most

was the coalition of blood from vermin, it still