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.

him to create a massive avatar which he

that big to restrain the Undead, it was possible to defeat

issue is that he requires a lot of

to use my Crimson Valkyrie! Hehe!" The man

Claudius was confused.

needed a large stock of blood to be able to utilize such

plan to

stupid? Can't you see my sphere of

irritated response made Claudius begin to doubt

can't see it? Is

a lot from the battle on our end. All of those weaklings were so easy

so your mission went

course! Ask Fernand if you don't believe me." The young

gaze to Fernand, who merely shrugged

in the Black Market. All witnesses were extinguished,

believe they were fortunate enough to have been blessed

uneventfully

with this single problem." Phobio began to laugh, pointing at

it

in a good mood, I'll use

the Necromancer

'With what blood?'

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

they indeed slaughtered everyone in the Black Market, then the

Claudius and his own

'Something is wrong somewhere!'

chat." The voice that

since the start of the fight, the black suited man began

all present, I suppose we should start moving on

all here? Was he waiting for us to converge?

but they

is this guy, Claudius? Is he an idiot? Can't he see that

frozen in disbelief,

of the black suited man, but

hand, had

"Phobio, please be—!"

The black-suited

Undead, and in a snap of his

happened very quickly, but Claudius had gotten a

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

not on the same level. He is the

narrowed his gaze and let out a slight

His

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

to fight us

but Claudius didn't know why he felt

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

thought, he quickly dismissed his utilization of

of him as a normal man. Perhaps he's also confident in his combat ability—enough