'What more does he have planned?'
Claudius swallowed his saliva as he racked his brain.
'He's a very powerful Necromancer, so he shouldn't have a lot of combat ability in any other field.'
Yet…
"Don't look so concerned. I won't step in yet, so don't worry."
'If he won't step in, then who will?' Claudius found himself following the line of sight of the enemy and found him staring at the fallen Corpse.
'Why is he looking at it like that? Don't tell me—!"
~SLOOOP!~
Like gooey ooze, the bulky Compound Corpse suddenly divided itself into two separate forms; both of them having two hands and two legs, with two heads each.
They formed away from the flaming restraints, each standing at about two meters tall.
'N-no way…'
Claudius couldn't believe that there was even more to the Compound Corpse than he expected.
"I never told you that the things I mentioned were all the qualities of the Compound Corpse."
