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

they had something that big to restrain the Undead,

issue is that he requires a lot of blood to

The man laughed as he licked his lips with

Claudius was confused.

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

do you plan to use

you

response made Claudius begin to doubt

it? Is it hidden

quite a lot from the battle on our end.

mission went

believe me." The young man

shifted his gaze to Fernand, who merely shrugged as

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

believe they were fortunate enough to have been blessed with

started uneventfully

did all of that and you guys were still stuck with

it has many

Since I'm in a good mood, I'll use my Crimson Valkyrie to help you

again, the Necromancer was

'With what blood?'

Shuri, sending them signals about whether or not they saw any blood sphere, but

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

his own

'Something is wrong somewhere!'

time to chat." The voice that echoed in the

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

present, I suppose we should start moving

here? Was he waiting for us to converge? Is

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

Claudius? Is he an idiot? Can't

in disbelief, perhaps a bit of

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

hand, had

"Phobio, please be—!"

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

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

very quickly, but Claudius had gotten a

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

We're not on the same

hearing Claudius' confession, Fernand narrowed his gaze and let out

His

was now standing by his

he wants to fight

good news, but Claudius didn't

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

as Claudius had this thought, he quickly dismissed his

as a normal man. Perhaps he's also confident in his combat ability—enough to be able to handle all