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.

Blood Magic allows him to create a massive avatar which

restrain

he requires a lot of blood to achieve that,

man laughed as he licked his lips with

Claudius was confused.

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

Phobio, how do you plan

you stupid? Can't you

Claudius

see it? Is it

to harvest quite a lot from the battle on our

so your mission went

if you don't believe me." The

shrugged

in the Black Market. All witnesses were extinguished, and we've pretty

believe they were fortunate enough to

uneventfully

and you guys were still stuck with this single

since it has

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

the Necromancer was

'With what blood?'

sending them signals about whether or not they saw

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

Claudius and his own allies saw

'Something is wrong somewhere!'

to chat." The

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

all present, I suppose we should

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

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

Is he an idiot?

frozen in disbelief, perhaps a bit

black suited man, but there was no way he

on the other hand, had the disadvantage

"Phobio, please be—!"

everyone is present, I no longer require you, Corpse." The black-suited man's voice

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

very quickly, but Claudius had

Necromancer like you, Claudius?"

the same

Claudius' confession, Fernand narrowed his gaze and let

see…" His voice

by his lonesome,

seems he wants to fight

be good news, but Claudius didn't

mean he's weaker when it comes to head

soon as Claudius had this thought, he quickly dismissed

a normal man. Perhaps he's also confident in his