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.

Magic allows him to create a massive avatar which

to restrain the Undead,

that he requires a lot

Hehe!" The man

Claudius was confused.

blood anywhere, and Phobio needed a

you plan to use

stupid? Can't you see my sphere

irritated response made Claudius begin to doubt

it? Is it

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

your mission went

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

to Fernand, who merely shrugged as he spoke in

able to massacre everyone in the KariBlanc Shop and eliminate all their affiliates in the Black Market.

they were fortunate enough to have been blessed

uneventfully too,

did all of that and you guys were still stuck with this

handle since it has many lives and it

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

the

'With what blood?'

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

If they indeed slaughtered everyone in

his own

'Something is wrong somewhere!'

I've given you all enough time to chat." The voice that echoed in

the start of the fight, the black suited man began to walk

I suppose we should start moving on to the

to converge? Is that why he didn't make any move until

but they were all interrupted

he an

in disbelief,

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

the other hand, had the

"Phobio, please be—!"

longer require you, Corpse." The

right beside the giant Undead, and in a

Claudius had gotten a glimpse of

a Necromancer like you, Claudius?" Fernand's

the same

Claudius' confession, Fernand narrowed his gaze and let out a slight

His

black-suited man, who was now standing by his lonesome, with Aldred still standing right

wants to fight us by

good news, but Claudius didn't know why he

a Necromancer, doesn't that mean he's weaker

had this thought,

confident in