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

to restrain the Undead, it

only issue is that he requires a lot

man laughed as

Claudius was confused.

didn't see a sphere of blood anywhere, and Phobio needed a large stock of blood to be able to

you plan to

stupid? Can't you see my

irritated response made Claudius begin to doubt

see it? Is it hidden or

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

your mission went well,

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

gaze to Fernand, who merely shrugged

their affiliates in the Black Market. All witnesses were extinguished,

enough to have been blessed

started uneventfully too,

still stuck with this single problem." Phobio began to laugh, pointing at the massive Undead before

very difficult to handle since it has

good mood, I'll

again, the

'With what blood?'

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

sense, though. If they indeed slaughtered everyone in the

his own allies

'Something is wrong somewhere!'

to chat." The voice that echoed in the air caused Claudius to have

the fight, the black suited

present, I suppose we

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

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

guy, Claudius? Is he an idiot? Can't he

in disbelief, perhaps

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

other hand, had the

"Phobio, please be—!"

The black-suited man's voice drew Claudius's gaze back to his

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

all happened very quickly, but Claudius had gotten a glimpse

Claudius?"

on the same level. He is

his gaze

see…" His voice

his sights to the black-suited man, who was now standing by his lonesome, with

wants to fight

that would be good news, but Claudius didn't know

that mean he's weaker when it comes to head

as Claudius had this thought, he quickly dismissed

Perhaps he's also confident