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 use to

that big to restrain the Undead, it

only issue is that he requires a lot of blood to

man laughed as

Claudius was confused.

of blood anywhere, and Phobio needed a large stock of blood to be able

how do you plan to use

you stupid? Can't you see my

Claudius

Is it hidden

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

your mission went well,

don't believe me." The young man

shifted his gaze to Fernand, who merely shrugged as he spoke in a calm, collected

in the KariBlanc Shop and eliminate all their affiliates in the Black Market. All

believe they were fortunate enough to have been blessed with such

uneventfully

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

it's very difficult to handle since it has

worry, though. Since I'm in a good mood, I'll use my Crimson Valkyrie to help you out this

again, the

'With what blood?'

and Shuri, sending them signals about whether or not they saw any blood sphere, but they both shook their

slaughtered everyone in the Black Market, then the blood sphere should

Claudius and his own

'Something is wrong somewhere!'

I think I've given you all enough time to chat." The voice that echoed in the

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

all present, I suppose we should start

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

of questions raced within Claudius' mind, but they

guy, Claudius? Is he an idiot?

frozen in disbelief, perhaps

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

hand, had

"Phobio, please be—!"

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

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

happened very quickly, but Claudius had gotten a glimpse of

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

same

Claudius' confession, Fernand narrowed his gaze

His

the black-suited man, who was now standing by his lonesome, with Aldred still standing right in

wants to fight

but Claudius didn't know why he felt even

Necromancer, doesn't that mean he's weaker when it comes to head on

soon as Claudius had this thought, he quickly

a normal man. Perhaps he's also confident in