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.

allows him to create a massive avatar which he can use

had something that big to restrain the

that he requires a lot of blood to achieve that,

Crimson Valkyrie! Hehe!" The man laughed as he

Claudius was confused.

a sphere of blood anywhere, and Phobio needed a large stock of

you plan to use Crimson

you see my sphere of

made Claudius begin

it? Is

was able to harvest quite a lot from the battle on our end. All of

mission went well,

Ask Fernand if you don't believe me."

who merely shrugged as

all their affiliates in the Black Market. All witnesses were

to have

uneventfully too,

with this single problem." Phobio began to laugh, pointing at the massive

difficult to handle since it has many lives and

I'll use my Crimson Valkyrie

the

'With what blood?'

whether or not they saw any blood sphere, but they both shook their

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

his

'Something is wrong somewhere!'

given you all enough time to chat." The voice that echoed

fight, the black suited man began to

suppose we should start

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

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

he an idiot? Can't

frozen in disbelief, perhaps a bit of

power of the black suited man, but there was

hand, had the disadvantage

"Phobio, please be—!"

no longer require you, Corpse." The black-suited man's

and in a snap of his

Claudius had gotten a glimpse

a Necromancer like you, Claudius?"

the same level.

Claudius' confession, Fernand narrowed his gaze and let out

His voice

standing by his lonesome, with Aldred

to fight us by

news, but Claudius didn't know why he felt even more

a Necromancer, doesn't that mean he's weaker when it comes

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

man. Perhaps he's also confident