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 which he can use

something that big to restrain the Undead,

he requires a

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

Claudius was confused.

sphere of blood anywhere, and Phobio needed a large stock of blood to be

you plan

you stupid? Can't you see my

made Claudius

see it? Is

our end. All of those weaklings were so

so your mission went well,

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

to Fernand, who merely shrugged as he spoke

affiliates in the Black Market. All witnesses were extinguished, and

fortunate enough to have

started uneventfully too,

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

handle since it has many lives and it

Since I'm in a good mood, I'll use my Crimson Valkyrie

the

'With what blood?'

them signals about whether or not they saw

in

and his own

'Something is wrong somewhere!'

to chat." The voice that echoed

the first time since the start of the fight, the black

you are all present, I suppose we should start moving on

waiting for us to converge? Is that why

raced within Claudius' mind, but they were all interrupted

this guy, Claudius? Is he

frozen in disbelief,

power of the black suited man, but there was no way

the other hand, had the

"Phobio, please be—!"

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

right beside the giant Undead, and in a snap

very quickly, but Claudius had

a Necromancer like you, Claudius?" Fernand's calm voice echoed

not on the same level.

Fernand narrowed his

His voice

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

wants to fight us by

be good news, but Claudius didn't know why

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

thought, he quickly

confident in his combat ability—enough to be able to handle all of