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.

allows him to create a massive avatar which

that big to restrain the Undead,

is that he requires a lot of

The man laughed as he licked his

Claudius was confused.

sphere of blood anywhere, and Phobio needed a large stock

do you plan

you see

irritated response made Claudius begin to doubt

can't see it? Is it hidden

quite a lot from the battle on our end. All of those

mission went

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

shifted his gaze to Fernand, who merely shrugged

all their affiliates in the Black Market. All witnesses were extinguished, and we've pretty much conquered the Black

enough to have been blessed

uneventfully

See? We did all of that and you guys were still stuck with

it has

a good mood, I'll

again, the Necromancer

'With what blood?'

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

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

Claudius and his own allies saw

'Something is wrong somewhere!'

to chat." The voice that echoed in the air caused Claudius to have

the fight, the black

present, I suppose we should start moving

Was he waiting for us to

questions raced within Claudius' mind, but they

Who is this guy, Claudius? Is he an idiot?

frozen in disbelief, perhaps

was yet to see the power of the black suited man, but there was no way he would underestimate him after all

hand, had the disadvantage of

"Phobio, please be—!"

is present, I no longer require you, Corpse." The black-suited man's voice drew Claudius's

the man was right beside the giant Undead, and in

had

you, Claudius?" Fernand's

the same level. He is

hearing Claudius' confession, Fernand narrowed his gaze

see…" His voice

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

to

Claudius

doesn't that mean he's weaker when

Claudius had this thought, he quickly dismissed his utilization of common

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