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.

to create a massive avatar which

to restrain the Undead,

issue is that he requires a lot of blood to achieve

man laughed

Claudius was confused.

sphere of blood anywhere, and Phobio needed a

Phobio, how do you plan

Are you stupid? Can't you see my

irritated response made Claudius begin to doubt

can't see it? Is

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

your mission went

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

shifted his gaze to Fernand, who merely shrugged as he spoke in a calm,

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

believe they were fortunate enough to

uneventfully too,

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

very difficult to handle since it has many lives and it

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?'

or not they saw any blood

they indeed slaughtered everyone in the

Claudius and his own allies

'Something is wrong somewhere!'

think I've given you all enough time to chat." The voice that echoed in the air caused Claudius

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

are all present, I suppose we should start moving on

Was he waiting for us to converge? Is that why he

Claudius' mind, but they were

Claudius? Is he an idiot? Can't

frozen in disbelief, perhaps a bit of

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

on the other hand, had the disadvantage of

"Phobio, please be—!"

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

giant Undead, and in a snap of his fingers, the Undead melted

Claudius had

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

not on the same level. He

his gaze and let out

His voice

man, who was now standing by his lonesome, with Aldred still standing right in front of

wants to fight

be good news, but Claudius didn't know why

doesn't that mean he's

Claudius had this thought,

also confident in his combat