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.

show the gap that existed between the Heads of Destruction and regular soldiers—even

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

"Kukukukuku…"

eyes widened a

"… Kukukuahahahahahahahaaha!"

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,

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

'… Is that man?!'

soon as he had the thought, however, the laughing man suddenly stopped

kind that a person had when they saw an ant that they lit on fire, or some kind of horrid

of spite… utter disgust, and the amusement

about? Special ability? Healing? How

didn't know how to respond to

been practicing Necromancy for

encountered, not that there were many

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.

you not know the qualities of a Compound Corpse? You mistook it for a

found himself

the same

Corpse he faced was the same as the merged corpses that he had experimented with

they were

a little underestimated. Why

just call it crude?' At this point,

particularly low-leveled. Its benefits

because of the amount of people he would need to kill to get the materials necessary for a proper Clustered

exposure to Miasma in making such a corpse was incredibly higher than other techniques—but that

preserve his physical well-being,

he calls it

is a Hollow Technique… one of the high-leveled ones under the

about?' Claudius found himself on the borders of

about