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

big to restrain the Undead, it was

issue is that he requires a lot of blood to achieve that,

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

Claudius was confused.

anywhere, and Phobio needed a

do you plan to

Are you stupid? Can't you see my

response made Claudius begin to

see it? Is

on our end. All of those weaklings were

your mission went

Ask Fernand if you don't believe me."

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

everyone in the KariBlanc Shop and eliminate all their affiliates in the Black Market. All witnesses were extinguished, and we've pretty much

they were fortunate enough to have

uneventfully

of that and you guys were still stuck with this single problem."

it's very difficult to handle since it has many lives and it

though. Since I'm in a good mood, I'll use

again, the Necromancer

'With what blood?'

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

in the Black Market, then the blood sphere

Claudius and his

'Something is wrong somewhere!'

The voice that echoed in

the black suited

that you are all present, I suppose we should start

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

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

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

in disbelief, perhaps a

the black suited man, but there was no way he would underestimate him after all he had

other hand,

"Phobio, please be—!"

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

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

but Claudius had gotten a glimpse of

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

on the same level. He

Claudius' confession, Fernand narrowed his gaze and let

see…" His

returned his sights to the black-suited man, who was now standing by his lonesome, with Aldred still standing right in front of the

wants to fight us by

but Claudius didn't know why he felt even more

doesn't that mean he's weaker when it comes to

soon as Claudius had this thought, he

confident in his combat ability—enough to be