An Extra’s POV

'What more does he have planned?'

Claudius swallowed his saliva as he racked his brain.

'He's a very powerful Necromancer, so he shouldn't have a lot of combat ability in any other field.'

Yet…

"Don't look so concerned. I won't step in yet, so don't worry."

'If he won't step in, then who will?' Claudius found himself following the line of sight of the enemy and found him staring at the fallen Corpse.

'Why is he looking at it like that? Don't tell me—!"

~SLOOOP!~

Like gooey ooze, the bulky Compound Corpse suddenly divided itself into two separate forms; both of them having two hands and two legs, with two heads each.

They formed away from the flaming restraints, each standing at about two meters tall.

'N-no way…'

Claudius couldn't believe that there was even more to the Compound Corpse than he expected.

"I never told you that the things I mentioned were all the qualities of the Compound Corpse."

'There's more?! Just… just how much more?!' Claudius found himself panicking at this point.

The mere existence of the Compound Corpse already placed the enemy at about A-Tier, but if there was more, then Claudius couldn't help but wonder what kind of person they were dealing with.

Could they even win?!

"A Compound Corpse can divide itself as many times as the lives it has left. Of course, its combat ability will be reduced, but it's pretty useful in tricky situations like this."

Claudius tried his best to calm himself, and after a few seconds, he was successful.

'Think! Think, Claudius! If this is yet another quality of this creature, that essentially makes it overpowered.'

It could easily turn into numerous forms and easily handle his Knights a lot better during the first round—even in the second round.

It could have also gone after multiple targets at once.

'Yet it didn't! There has to be a reason!'

Claudius' eyes widened the moment his mind responded to the inquiry.

Corpses. 'If it splits, it becomes smaller, weaker… essentially a

would be a good

But…

able to regenerate if all the parts of its

was practically impossible for Claudius or pretty much anything in his arsenal to

was a lot smaller… it

'I've figured it out!'

~VWUUSH!~

as if the heavens were smiling upon the Mercenary Gang, a surge of energy rose from behind

"KRIIIIIIIAAAAAKKKK!!"

from none other than the Familiar

he turned back to

stood at about six meters tall, with its winged hands spread high up,

beast flapped within the circle, and its gray scales glittered

be able to recognize such a magnificent entity the

closest relative of a Dragon—a

is the strongest one I've ever summoned!" Shuri beamed as she proceeded to

a high compatibility with beasts, she

at the

your Familiar to destroy

"Understood! Get down, everyone!"

Wyvern opened its powerful jaws

an inferior version of [Dragon Breath],

~BOOOOOOM!~

the yellowish light traveled straight for the approaching Undead, instantly

ground shattered into pieces, and the charred remains of earth were barely intact by the

~SHUUU~

ground, and not even a speck remained of the Compound

It was gone.

We finally got rid of it

flapping wings beside him and noticed Shuri riding her Wyvern

stern facade leaking a bit of relief

the Undead could have survived

Claudius smiled, wrinkles all over

I was the one who summoned this,

her Familiar and Mount. She was pouting heavily as she looked

"A-ah! My apologies…"

a

and Feyu corrected the mistake of the former, causing the young girl to smile with

long

adults glanced at each other and heaved a sigh of

the girl was, in the end she was