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.

create a massive avatar which he can use to

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

a lot of blood to achieve that,

Valkyrie! Hehe!" The man laughed as he licked his

Claudius was confused.

Phobio needed a

Phobio, how do you plan to use Crimson Valkyrie?"

Are you stupid? Can't you see my

Claudius begin to doubt

Is

lot from the battle on our end. All

so your mission

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

who merely shrugged as

Shop and eliminate all their affiliates in the Black Market. All witnesses were extinguished, and

believe they were fortunate enough to have

started uneventfully

of that and you guys were still stuck with this single problem." Phobio began to laugh, pointing at the massive Undead before

since it

mood, I'll use

again, the Necromancer was

'With what blood?'

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

any sense, though. If they indeed slaughtered everyone in the Black Market, then the blood sphere should be massive by

Claudius and his own

'Something is wrong somewhere!'

The voice that echoed

since the start of the fight, the black

present, I suppose we should start moving on to

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

questions raced within Claudius' mind, but they

Claudius? Is he an idiot?

frozen in disbelief,

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

on the other hand, had the

"Phobio, please be—!"

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

and in a snap of his fingers, the Undead

very quickly, but Claudius had gotten a glimpse of the entire

Necromancer like you, Claudius?" Fernand's

on the same level. He is the superior

confession, Fernand narrowed his gaze and

His

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

to

Claudius didn't know why he felt

he's weaker when it comes to head on

had this thought, he quickly dismissed his

Perhaps he's also confident in his