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 massive avatar which he can use to

to restrain the

requires a lot of

man laughed as he licked his lips

Claudius was confused.

blood anywhere, and Phobio needed a

Phobio, how do you plan

Are you stupid? Can't you see my sphere

Claudius begin to

see it? Is

from the battle on our end. All

your mission

if you don't believe me." The young man chuckled

merely shrugged as

eliminate all their affiliates in the Black Market. All witnesses

believe they were fortunate enough to have

uneventfully

of that and you guys were still stuck with this single

difficult to handle since it has

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

again, the Necromancer was

'With what blood?'

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

everyone in the Black Market, then the blood sphere should be massive

his

'Something is wrong somewhere!'

The voice that echoed in the air caused

start of the fight, the black suited man

I suppose we should start moving

that we're all here? Was he waiting for us to converge? Is that why he didn't make

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

is this guy, Claudius? Is he an

in disbelief, perhaps a bit of

man, but there was no way he would

the other hand, had the disadvantage of

"Phobio, please be—!"

I no longer require you, Corpse." The

saw that the man was right beside the giant Undead, and

but Claudius had gotten

you, Claudius?"

the same level. He is the superior

Fernand narrowed his gaze

see…" His

standing by his lonesome, with Aldred still standing

to fight us

but Claudius didn't know why he felt even

he's weaker

this thought, he

him as a normal man. Perhaps he's also confident in his combat ability—enough to be able to handle