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

they had something that big to restrain the Undead, it was

only issue is that he requires a lot of blood

man laughed as he licked his

Claudius was confused.

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

do you plan to use Crimson Valkyrie?" He

Can't you see my sphere

response made Claudius begin to doubt

can't see it? Is

from the battle on our

your mission went well,

you don't believe me." The young man

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

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

believe they were fortunate enough to have been blessed with such an uneventful

started uneventfully too,

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

handle since it has many lives

I'll use my Crimson Valkyrie to help you out this

the

'With what blood?'

them signals about whether or not they saw

everyone in the Black Market, then the

and his own allies

'Something is wrong somewhere!'

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

the fight, the black suited man began to walk forward—towards the group of over

present, I suppose we should start

we're all here? Was he waiting for us to converge? Is

of questions raced within Claudius' mind, but they were all interrupted

guy, Claudius? Is he

disbelief, perhaps a

of the black suited man, but there was

hand, had the disadvantage of

"Phobio, please be—!"

is present, I no longer require you, Corpse." The black-suited

that the man was right beside the giant Undead, and

all happened very quickly, but Claudius had

like you, Claudius?"

on the same level. He is

narrowed his

His voice

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

seems he wants to fight us by

good news, but Claudius didn't know why he

doesn't that mean he's

Claudius had this thought,

him as a normal man. Perhaps he's also confident in his combat ability—enough to