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.

existed

a silence that seemed to last for an eternity, a

"Kukukukuku…"

eyes widened a

"… Kukukuahahahahahahahaaha!"

even more, taking in the sight

could hear the ugly cackles of the man before them. It sounded like metal

of this, furrowing his brow as

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

'… Is that man?!'

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

wide smile on his face, but it was the kind that a person had when they saw an ant that they lit on fire, or some kind of horrid thing befall

look of spite… utter disgust, and

you even talking about? Special ability?

didn't know how

practicing Necromancy for thirty

ever encountered, not that there were many Necromancers to begin

that there was no man

… Until now.

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

found himself looking

not the same

been operating on the assumption that the Compound Corpse he faced was the same as the merged corpses

think they were not

I have been a little underestimated.

crude?' At this point, Claudius was bordering on the edge of absolute

was a very rigorous technique, but it wasn't particularly low-leveled. Its benefits were worth it, especially

Claudius didn't indulge any further into the craft was because of the amount of people

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

order to preserve his physical well-being,

calls

here, Compound Corpse is a Hollow Technique… one of the high-leveled ones

about?' Claudius found himself

though he was a Necromancer, he had learned a lot about Magic and everything related to Skills or Spells in that