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

they had something that big to restrain the Undead,

that he requires a lot of blood to

man laughed as

Claudius was confused.

anywhere, and Phobio needed a

how do you plan to use Crimson Valkyrie?"

Can't you see

Claudius begin to doubt

can't see it? Is

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

mission went

if you don't believe

merely shrugged as he spoke

Shop and eliminate all their affiliates in the Black

believe they were fortunate enough to have been blessed with such

uneventfully too,

stuck with this

to handle since it has

in a good mood, I'll use my

the Necromancer

'With what blood?'

signals about whether or not they saw any blood sphere,

in the Black Market, then the blood sphere should be massive

his own allies

'Something is wrong somewhere!'

enough time to chat." The voice that echoed

black suited man began to walk forward—towards the

present, I suppose we should start

to converge? Is that why

within Claudius' mind, but they were all interrupted

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

frozen in disbelief, perhaps

man, but there was no way he would underestimate him after all he had

on the other hand,

"Phobio, please be—!"

longer require you, Corpse." The black-suited man's voice

the giant Undead, and in

had gotten a glimpse

you, Claudius?" Fernand's

not on the same level.

Claudius' confession, Fernand narrowed his

see…" His voice

now standing by his lonesome, with

wants to fight

Claudius didn't know why he

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

thought, he quickly dismissed his utilization of common

he's also confident in his combat ability—enough to be able to handle all