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

restrain the Undead, it was possible to

he requires a lot of blood to achieve

The man laughed as he licked his lips with

Claudius was confused.

needed a large stock of blood

you plan to

you see

Claudius begin to doubt

Is it hidden

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

so your mission

Ask Fernand if you don't believe me."

shrugged as he spoke in a calm,

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

fortunate enough to

uneventfully

you guys were still stuck with this single problem." Phobio began to laugh, pointing at

it's very difficult to handle since it has many

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

again, the

'With what blood?'

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

If they indeed slaughtered everyone in the Black Market, then the blood sphere should

Claudius and his own

'Something is wrong somewhere!'

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

the first time since the start of the fight, the black suited man began to walk forward—towards the group

I suppose we

to converge? Is

raced within Claudius' mind, but

he an idiot?

in disbelief, perhaps a bit of

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

the other hand,

"Phobio, please be—!"

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

was right beside the giant Undead, and in a snap

happened very quickly, but Claudius had gotten a

Claudius?"

not on the same level. He

narrowed his gaze

see…" His voice

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

to

that would be good news, but Claudius didn't know why he

he's weaker

thought, he quickly dismissed his utilization of

also confident in his combat