An Extra’s POV

"What appears to be the issue? Perhaps I could assist in enlightening you."

Once again, there was a condescending element in the tone of the black-suited man despite how polite his words were.

Claudius could tell that this man saw them as inferior.

It didn't particularly vex him—though Claudius didn't like the anxiety that came with that realization.

"Why can your Undead regenerate? Does it have a Skill to do so? It didn't seem like the type to possess healing-type Skills."

"Hmm…?" The black suited man cocked his head slightly.

'Is he playing dumb? Did he not understand my question?' Claudius thought to himself.

Either way, the more time went by, the better for them. Stalling for the moment Shuri would be done with her Summoning was one strategy he could employ.

Still… he was curious.

"I've merged corpses before, so I know they do not possess such qualities. As long as they do not possess the inherent Skills in that particular field, they can not exhibit such special abilities." Claudius spoke audaciously, taking a step forward.

He had to let this man know that he too was an experienced Necromancer who had spent his whole life exploring the art.

"It's also very unlikely, or impossible, for you to have healed the Corpse on your own. Your Skill Limit is full, and even if it wasn't… I didn't see you activate a Skill."

Claudius had explored all the options, so he desired a response out of the current conundrum.

"So how did you do it?"

For a moment, there was silence.

Tension rose in the air.

All the thousand members of the Mercenary Gang were careful about even their breathing as they watched with palpable anxiety.

Unlike the likes of Claudius and Feyu, they knew full well how powerless they would be against the Compound Corpse.

It was too strong and fast for them.

went to show the gap that existed between the Heads of

seemed to last for an

"Kukukukuku…"

eyes widened

"… Kukukuahahahahahahahaaha!"

even more, taking in the sight of malevolence

before them. It sounded like metal

all of this, furrowing his brow as

a Skill too? No… it just feels like natural pressure. What in the world…' His eyes were blurry as he looked at the

'… Is that man?!'

he had the thought, however, the laughing man suddenly

his face, but it was the kind that a person had when they saw

spite… utter disgust, and

talking about? Special ability? Healing? How much of

how to respond

Necromancy for thirty years

expert he had ever encountered, not that there were many Necromancers to

to the art, Claudius could argue that there was no man in the entire Alliance who knew more something about Necromancy

… Until now.

Corpse? You

Claudius found himself

the same

that the Compound Corpse he faced was the same as the merged corpses that he

they were

have been a little underestimated. Why would I utilize such a crude

call it crude?' At this point, Claudius was bordering on the edge

technique, but it wasn't particularly low-leveled. Its benefits were worth it, especially if one could stack

reason Claudius didn't indulge any further into the craft was because of the amount of people he would need to kill to get the materials necessary for a proper

Miasma in making such a corpse was incredibly higher than other techniques—but that only went to show how

physical well-being, Claudius decided to abandon the

calls

Technique… one of the high-leveled ones under

about?' Claudius found

he was a Necromancer, he had learned a lot about Magic and everything