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 Destruction and

that seemed to last for an eternity, a sound finally came

"Kukukukuku…"

widened

"… Kukukuahahahahahahahaaha!"

eyelids spread even more, taking in the sight

the ugly cackles of the man before them. It sounded like metal scraping metal, loud enough to cause all that

despite all of this, furrowing

pressure. What in the world…' His eyes were blurry as he looked at the man who stood at

'… Is that man?!'

the thought, however, the laughing man

wide smile on his face, but it was the kind that a person had when they saw an ant that they lit on

utter disgust,

are you even talking about? Special ability? Healing?

know how to respond

practicing Necromancy for thirty

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

his Exclusive Skill, and his incredible dedication to the art, Claudius could argue that there was no man in the entire Alliance

… Until now.

a Compound Corpse? You mistook it for

Claudius found himself

the same

on the assumption that the Compound Corpse he faced was the same as the

they were not

have been a little underestimated. Why would I

Did he just call it crude?' At this point, Claudius was bordering on the edge of absolute

but it wasn't particularly low-leveled. Its benefits were worth it,

indulge any further into the craft was because of the amount of people he would need to kill

exposure to Miasma in making such a corpse was incredibly higher than other

physical well-being, Claudius

calls it

here, Compound Corpse is a Hollow Technique… one

Claudius found himself on

he had learned a lot about Magic and everything related to Skills or Spells in