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

to restrain the Undead, it was

is that he requires a

The man laughed as

Claudius was confused.

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

you plan to use Crimson Valkyrie?"

Are you stupid? Can't you see my

Claudius

can't see it? Is it

our end. All of those weaklings were

so your mission went well,

don't believe

his gaze to Fernand, who merely shrugged as he spoke in

were able to massacre everyone in the KariBlanc Shop and eliminate all their affiliates in the Black Market.

they were fortunate enough to

uneventfully too,

and you guys were still stuck with this

very difficult to handle since it has many lives and it

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

again, the Necromancer

'With what blood?'

glanced at Feyu and Shuri, sending them signals about whether or not they saw

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

his own allies saw

'Something is wrong somewhere!'

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

the black suited man began to walk forward—towards the group of

I suppose we should start moving on to the main

waiting for us to converge? Is that

of questions raced within Claudius' mind, but they were all

Claudius? Is he an idiot? Can't he see that we're

in disbelief,

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

other hand, had the disadvantage of

"Phobio, please be—!"

present, I no longer require you, Corpse." The black-suited man's voice drew Claudius's gaze back to his

and

but Claudius had gotten a glimpse of

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

same

narrowed his gaze and let out a slight

see…" His

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

seems he wants to fight us

Claudius didn't know why he felt even more

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

this thought, he quickly dismissed his utilization of common

think of him as a normal man. Perhaps he's also confident