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 he can use

restrain the Undead, it was possible

is that he requires a lot

use my Crimson Valkyrie! Hehe!" The man laughed

Claudius was confused.

Phobio needed a large stock of blood to

Phobio, how do you plan to use

Can't you see my

response made Claudius begin to doubt

it? Is it

our end. All of those weaklings were so easy to

mission went well,

if you don't believe me." The young

shrugged as

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

were fortunate enough to have been blessed with

started uneventfully too,

still stuck with this single problem." Phobio began

it's very difficult to handle since it has many lives and it

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

again, the Necromancer was

'With what blood?'

signals about whether or not they saw any blood

though. If they indeed slaughtered everyone in the Black Market,

and his own allies saw

'Something is wrong somewhere!'

think I've given you all enough time to chat." The voice that

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

we should start moving on to

that we're all here? Was he waiting for us to converge? Is that why he didn't make any move until

mind, but they were all interrupted by Phobio's

Who is this guy, Claudius? Is he an

was frozen in disbelief, perhaps

was yet to see the power of the black suited man, but

the other hand, had

"Phobio, please be—!"

The black-suited man's voice

and in a snap of his fingers, the Undead melted

quickly, but Claudius had gotten a glimpse of

like you, Claudius?" Fernand's calm

same level. He

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

see…" His voice

was now standing by

to fight

good news, but Claudius didn't know why he

mean he's

thought,

also confident in