An Extra’s POV

Claudius had a total of five Skills.

[Dead Call]. [Abyss Call]. [Ultimate Sacrifice]. [Miasma Resistance]. [Life Force Recovery]

Of these five, three were Active.

And… of those three, one could be considered his most powerful move.

—His Trump Card!

"Feyu… Shuri… you might have to step away… maybe leave this vicinity." He muttered.

They both glanced at him in surprise, but Claudius kept his gaze on the surprisingly unmoving creature that had to be beaten.

'If they try to escape, that thing will try to use [Wyvern Breath]. But, I'm at least confident they can defend themselves or counter with an equally powerful move.'

That meant they could safely escape.

'If that's the case, then I can use my power to its fullest without any living witness… and with no way to sacrifice them.'

He made a wry smile and prepared himself for what had to be done.

"Wait for my signal, you two. Once I tell you to—"

"Oh? What's this? You guys aren't done yet?" A voice suddenly echoed from behind the crowd of Mercenary Gang soldiers.

'H-huh? That voice…' Claudius' eyes widened as he looked behind him.

The entire army also recognized the voice and instantly bowed while parting ways for the person, or rather, the two important people, to pass.

"Phobio! Fernand!" Claudius beamed as he looked at the two men who approached from behind.

The army that they led remained behind, their numbers also about a thousand.

Phobio and Fernand also appeared to be intact—the former was even smiling widely while the latter appeared as indifferent and stoic as always.

"What's going on here? We saw the building still standing from afar and wondered what caused the holdup… so we came to check."

Phobio's tone seemed as carefree as always, with his regal dark hair flowing behind him with every word he uttered.

As for Feenand, the claw scar on his face seemed particularly dull under the dim glow of moonlight.

Either way, two more members of the Mercenary Gang's Head of Destruction were present.

'And these two are strong enough to be considered candidates of the Deadly Three!' Claudius beamed with delight as he saw them.

With five Heads of Destruction present, the situation seemed a lot more manageable than the previous alternative.

"It's good you're here. We're dealing with a rather troublesome enemy, so we would really appreciate your assistance." Claudius swiftly responded to Phobio, his eyes trailing to the standing Compound Corpse.

"Oho! I see. So you're having problems dealing with that huge thing, eh? I understand… it's quite big and looks pretty strong."

Despite saying this, Phobio didn't flinch at all.

Claudius instantly knew why.

Blood Magic allows him to create a massive avatar which he can

had something that big to restrain the Undead,

only issue is that he requires a

use my Crimson Valkyrie! Hehe!" The man laughed as he licked his lips with

Claudius was confused.

a large stock of blood to be able to utilize such

plan to use Crimson Valkyrie?" He

Are you stupid? Can't you see my sphere

made Claudius begin

Is it hidden

lot from the battle on our end. All

so your mission

course! Ask Fernand if you don't believe me." The young man

his gaze to Fernand, who merely shrugged as he spoke in a calm, collected

their affiliates in the Black Market. All witnesses were extinguished, and we've pretty much conquered the Black Market in the

fortunate enough to have

uneventfully

guys were still stuck with this single problem."

handle since it

you worry, though. Since I'm in a good mood, I'll use my Crimson Valkyrie to help

the Necromancer

'With what blood?'

sending them signals about whether or not they saw

any sense, though. If they indeed slaughtered everyone in the

his

'Something is wrong somewhere!'

you all enough time to chat." The voice that echoed in the air caused Claudius

time since the start of the fight, the black suited

we

he waiting for us to converge? Is that why he didn't make any

Claudius' mind, but they were

Claudius? Is he an idiot? Can't he see that

was frozen in disbelief, perhaps a bit

was yet to see the power of the black suited man, but there was no way he would underestimate him after all

hand, had the disadvantage

"Phobio, please be—!"

require you, Corpse." The black-suited man's voice drew Claudius's gaze

the man was right beside the giant Undead, and

quickly, but Claudius had gotten a glimpse

Claudius?"

on the same level. He is the

hearing Claudius' confession, Fernand narrowed his gaze and let out

His

the black-suited man, who was now standing by his lonesome, with Aldred still standing right in

seems he wants to fight us by

news, but Claudius didn't know why he felt even more

a Necromancer, doesn't that mean he's weaker when it comes

as Claudius had this thought, he

can't think of him as a normal man. Perhaps he's also confident in his combat ability—enough