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.

a massive

big to restrain the Undead,

requires a lot of blood to achieve

Crimson Valkyrie! Hehe!" The man laughed as he licked his lips with

Claudius was confused.

a large

do you plan to use

Can't you see my sphere of

irritated response made Claudius begin

Is

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

so your mission

don't believe me." The

shrugged as he spoke

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

they were fortunate enough to have been blessed with such an uneventful

uneventfully

We did all of that and you guys were still stuck with this single problem."

it has many

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

the Necromancer

'With what blood?'

whether or not they saw any blood sphere, but they both shook their

doesn't make any sense, though. If they indeed slaughtered everyone in the Black Market, then the blood sphere should be massive

his own allies

'Something is wrong somewhere!'

all enough time to chat." The voice that echoed in the air

start of the fight, the black suited man began

I suppose we should start moving on to the main

all here? Was he waiting for us to converge?

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

Is he an idiot? Can't he see

disbelief, perhaps a bit

of the black suited man, but there was

on the other hand,

"Phobio, please be—!"

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

the giant Undead, and in a snap of

but Claudius had gotten a glimpse of

Necromancer like you, Claudius?" Fernand's

same level. He is the

his

His

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

to

that would be good news, but Claudius didn't

mean he's weaker when it comes to head on

Claudius had this thought, he quickly

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