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.

to create a massive avatar which he can

that big to restrain the Undead, it

he requires a lot of blood to

The man laughed as he licked his

Claudius was confused.

of blood anywhere, and Phobio needed a

do you plan to use Crimson

stupid? Can't you see my sphere

response made Claudius begin to

it? Is

harvest quite a lot from the battle on our end. All of those

mission went

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

who merely shrugged as he spoke in a

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

fortunate enough to have been blessed with such an

started uneventfully

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

since it has many

I'm in a good mood, I'll use

again, the Necromancer was

'With what blood?'

signals about whether or

slaughtered everyone in the

and his own

'Something is wrong somewhere!'

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

the start of the fight, the black suited

suppose we should

that we're all here? Was he waiting for us to converge? Is that why he

but they were all

Claudius? Is he

frozen in disbelief, perhaps a bit

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

on the other hand, had the disadvantage of

"Phobio, please be—!"

Corpse." The

Undead, and in a snap of his fingers, the Undead melted

happened very quickly, but Claudius had gotten

like you, Claudius?" Fernand's calm voice echoed

the same

confession, Fernand narrowed his gaze

His voice

the black-suited man, who was now standing by his lonesome,

wants to fight

be good news, but Claudius didn't know

that mean he's weaker

this thought, he quickly dismissed his

also confident in his combat ability—enough to be able to handle all of