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.

create a massive avatar which

something that big to restrain

only issue is that he requires a lot of blood to

The man laughed as he

Claudius was confused.

needed a large stock

Phobio, how do you plan to

stupid? Can't you see

made Claudius begin to doubt

Is it

from the battle on our end. All of those

so your mission went

if you don't believe me."

gaze to Fernand, who merely shrugged

to massacre everyone in the KariBlanc Shop and eliminate all their affiliates in the Black Market.

believe they were fortunate enough to have been

uneventfully

were still stuck with this single problem." Phobio began to laugh, pointing at the massive Undead

it has many lives and

mood, I'll use

again, the

'With what blood?'

signals about whether or not they saw any blood sphere, but they both

any sense, though. If they indeed slaughtered everyone in the Black Market, then the blood sphere should be massive

Claudius and his own

'Something is wrong somewhere!'

time to chat." The voice that echoed

start of the fight, the black suited man began to walk forward—towards

present, I suppose we should start moving on to

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

mind, but they were all interrupted by Phobio's arrogant

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

was frozen in disbelief,

suited man, but

other hand, had the

"Phobio, please be—!"

longer require you, Corpse." The

was right beside the giant Undead, and in a

but Claudius had gotten a glimpse of

a Necromancer like you, Claudius?" Fernand's calm voice

not on the same level.

his gaze and let

see…" His voice

now standing by his

wants to

Claudius didn't know why he felt even more

he's a Necromancer, doesn't that mean he's weaker

this thought, he quickly dismissed

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