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 between the Heads of Destruction and regular soldiers—even

last for an eternity, a sound finally

"Kukukukuku…"

eyes widened

"… Kukukuahahahahahahahaaha!"

in the sight of

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

despite all of this,

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

'… Is that man?!'

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

look of spite… utter disgust, and the amusement derived from

Special ability? Healing? How much of an amateur

know how to respond

practicing Necromancy for

encountered, not

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

… Until now.

know the qualities of a Compound Corpse? You mistook it for a Clustered Corpse, didn't

Claudius found

not the

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

were

little underestimated. Why would I utilize

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

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

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

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

physical well-being, Claudius

he calls

is a Hollow Technique… one of the high-leveled

he talking about?' Claudius found himself on the borders

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