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.

a

they had something that big to restrain

is that he requires a lot of blood to achieve

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

Claudius was confused.

a large stock of blood to be

plan

you stupid? Can't you see my

Claudius begin to doubt

can't see it? Is it

quite a lot from the battle on our end. All of those weaklings were so

your mission went well,

Ask Fernand if you don't believe

gaze to Fernand, who merely shrugged as he

in the Black Market. All witnesses were extinguished, and

they were fortunate enough to

uneventfully too,

See? We did all of that and you guys were still stuck with this single problem." Phobio began to laugh, pointing at the

it's very difficult to handle since it

in a good mood, I'll use my Crimson Valkyrie to help you

the Necromancer

'With what blood?'

glanced at Feyu and Shuri, sending them signals about whether or not

everyone in the Black Market, then the blood sphere

and his own allies saw

'Something is wrong somewhere!'

all enough time to chat." The voice that echoed in the

the first time since the start of the fight, the black suited

suppose we should start moving on to the main

to converge? Is that why he didn't make

questions raced within Claudius' mind, but they were all interrupted by Phobio's

guy, Claudius? Is he an idiot? Can't he see that we're

frozen in disbelief, perhaps

of the black suited man, but

on the other hand, had the

"Phobio, please be—!"

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

that the man was right beside the giant Undead, and in a

all happened very quickly, but Claudius had gotten

like you, Claudius?" Fernand's calm

not on the same level. He is the

narrowed his gaze and let out a slight

see…" His voice

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

wants to fight

Claudius didn't know

he's weaker

soon as Claudius had this thought, he quickly dismissed his utilization

Perhaps he's also confident in his