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.

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

would be a good thing for

But…

to regenerate if all the parts of its body are

meters tall and a lot more durable, it was practically impossible for Claudius or pretty much anything in his arsenal to

the enemy was a lot smaller… it was indeed

'I've figured it out!'

~VWUUSH!~

he had that thought, almost as if the heavens were smiling upon the Mercenary Gang,

"KRIIIIIIIAAAAAKKKK!!"

emanating from none other than the Familiar that

as he turned back to

at about six meters tall, with its winged hands spread high up, and its long neck raised

circle, and its gray scales glittered within the bright confines of

be able to recognize such a magnificent entity

relative of

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

beasts, she was able to easily

the perfect time

to destroy those two! Absolutely destroy

"Understood! Get down, everyone!"

Magic Circle faded away, and the Wyvern opened its powerful jaws to release

[Wyvern Breath], an inferior version of [Dragon Breath], but a

~BOOOOOOM!~

the yellowish light traveled straight for the approaching Undead, instantly consuming

ground shattered into pieces, and the charred remains of earth

~SHUUU~

ground, and not even a speck

It was gone.

knew it! We finally got rid

and noticed

right, her stern facade leaking a bit of relief

Undead could

job, you two." Claudius smiled, wrinkles all over his pale

one who summoned this,

raised his head and saw Shuri slapping the dense body of her Familiar and Mount. She was pouting heavily as she

"A-ah! My apologies…"

a very

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

long

at each other and heaved a

was, in the