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.

Magic allows him to create a massive avatar which he can use

had something that big to restrain the Undead, it was possible

he requires a lot

to use my Crimson Valkyrie! Hehe!" The man laughed

Claudius was confused.

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

plan to use Crimson Valkyrie?" He

you see my sphere

response made Claudius begin to doubt

can't see it? Is it

our end. All of those

mission went

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

Fernand, who merely shrugged as he spoke

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

couldn't believe they were fortunate enough to

started uneventfully

of that and you guys were still stuck with this single problem." Phobio began to laugh,

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

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

the Necromancer

'With what blood?'

sending them signals about whether or not

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

and his

'Something is wrong somewhere!'

think I've given you all enough time to chat." The

the black suited

you are all present, I suppose we should start moving on

here? Was he waiting for us to converge? Is that why he

questions raced within Claudius' mind, but they were all

he an idiot?

was frozen in disbelief, perhaps

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

other hand, had the

"Phobio, please be—!"

longer require you, Corpse." The black-suited man's voice drew

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

happened very quickly, but Claudius had gotten a glimpse of

Claudius?"

same level. He is the superior

his

His

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

he wants to fight us

good news, but Claudius didn't know why

mean he's weaker when it comes to

as Claudius had this thought,

also confident in his combat ability—enough to be