Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 126

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer Academy, Chapter 126
[A ruler of Deathland.]
Thump.
The moment Prince finished speaking, Merin’s legs gave out. Her eyes glazed over, and she crumpled to the ground.
“Merin!”
“Gah!”
Richard collapsed next, his hand clamped over his mouth. Even Kamibarez, vampire though she was, held out until the end—then her eyes slowly closed and consciousness fled.
[Hmm.]
Now only Simon stood.
[Holding up well. The stench of corpses doesn’t bother you?]
‘Damn it. So that was the problem.’
The dead horse that Prince had brought. Simon immediately kicked it toward the water flowing through the sewers.
Noxious fumes were seeping from the corpse.
[Then again, if everyone drops this easily, where’s the fun?]
Simon tapped Pier’s avatar twice with a grim expression.
‘Pier, that’s you, right?’
[What?]
Pier’s avatar cried out upon seeing Prince’s form, eyes wide.
[Prince!!]
Clang!
Pier’s avatar shouted aloud. Prince’s eyes rolled toward the avatar clinging to Simon’s school uniform.
[So it was you! And you dare attack us knowing that?]
[Disgustingly unchanged, as always. Pier.]
Prince brushed back his fringe and shot back.
[Stop spouting nonsense and join the Legion! This one is Richard’s son!]
[Yeah, seems like it. He’s got the look.]
Prince grabbed his throat and made a rasping sound.
[There are plenty of zombies out there, aren’t there? Breaking through them, you’ll need at least twenty minutes to reach here. Until then.]
Prince’s lips curled upward.
[I’ll shred your contractor to ribbons.]
He strode forward, murder radiating from him.
Out of nowhere: a one-on-one duel with an Ancient Undead.
Simon swallowed hard and drew out his Skeleton Archers, dispersing them around himself.
If he fell, the rest of the team would be in danger.
Whoosh.
Prince lowered himself into a crouch.
“……!”
Then, without warning, he appeared directly in front of Simon with his fist already drawn back.
Boom!
Simon jerked his head back. Prince’s knuckles tore through the air where his face had been, leaving a vicious trajectory.
The shockwave from the punch hit the sewers’ wall with such force it let out a piercing shriek.
‘One solid hit and I’m done for!’
But a counter-opportunity had opened.
Simon drove his weight into his left foot and lifted his right heel.
Twisting his hips, his right fist swept in at the perfect angle, crashing squarely into Prince’s face.
Crack!
A dull, sickening sound of flesh caving in.
He thought it had connected cleanly.
But then.
“……!”
Prince was laughing calmly.
Whoosh.
A punch came at him from the opposite side. Simon threw himself backward, barely slipping clear.
‘This lunatic!’
Simon looked down at his fist.
Even with Darkness wrapped around it, his knuckles throbbed and stung. It felt like he’d punched solid stone.
[Underwhelming.]
Prince showed no sign of impact or stiffness. Simon clenched his jaw and extended his arm.
Whack!
An arrow flew at Prince’s back and buried itself deep. Prince turned his head to regard the shaft protruding from his body.
Got it!
Thwack!
One arrow each to the shoulder and thigh, then more buried themselves in his arm and chest.
Yet Prince advanced as though the arrows meant nothing. Several of them simply bounced off on impact.
‘Ugh! What kind of durability is this?’
Simon severed his connection with the archers and immediately opened a Subspace in front of him.
Crack!
Thud!
Two Skeletons burst from the Subspace and swung their weapons at once. A spear thrust toward Prince’s abdomen while a sword blade arced at his neck.
[What are you doing right now?]
But the weapons wouldn’t bite into him.
The Skeletons strained and grunted, but their force accomplished nothing. When Prince casually swept his arm like brushing away flies, the Skeleton shattered and scattered.
‘What kind of monster is this…….’
A chill ran down Simon’s spine. This was an Ancient Undead.
Pier and Erzsebet beside him often tumbled about so carelessly that he forgot, but they too were beings that transcended human comprehension entirely.
[Is that really all you’ve got, Legion Commander?]
Prince laughed and raised his leg to stomp on Simon, who lay sprawled on the ground. Simon smirked back at him.
“Think again.”
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
In the moment of Prince’s carelessness, six Subspaces tore open and Overlord’s Blades erupted forth like a lance barrage.
They drove Prince’s body straight back and buried him against the sewer wall. The crude impact shook the passage, and debris clattered down from the ceiling.
Simon exhaled sharply and pushed himself up. Six blades pinned Prince against the wall.
Crack.
Crack-crack.
Yet even Overlord’s Blades couldn’t cut through Prince cleanly. They only pinned him to the wall, the edges biting barely an inch into his skin.
[Now that’s impressive.]
Prince seized one blade after another, veins bulging across his thin, slender arms as he twisted each weapon aside with raw strength alone.
Screech. Screech.
Eventually Prince tore through the restraint by force and dropped to the ground.
Simon had no choice but to recall the Overlord’s Blades, clicking his tongue in frustration.
‘For real.’
Simon’s eyes gleamed.
The anger, fear, and tension toward his enemy momentarily fell away, and suddenly something peculiar stirred inside him.
‘I want him.’
Beyond being a worthy opponent, he was magnificent.
To survive as a Necromancer specializing in Summoning, one absolutely had to master Zombies. How much easier would his work be with a commander of this caliber under his command?
He wanted to know more about him.
“Prince.”
[Hm?]
“Let’s fight knowing why. What’s your reason for opposing me?”
Prince’s expression darkened.
[Why should I tell you that?]
“I’m going to revive my father’s Legion. To that end, I’m gathering his old comrades. If there’s any misunderstanding between us…….”
[Misunderstanding?]
Prince laughed coldly.
[Misunderstanding? What misunderstanding could there be with me? Your father got obsessed with Priest, cast us aside like garbage, and dissolved the Legion — is that a misunderstanding?]
Prince strode forward, his face twisted with rage.
Simon immediately sent Overlord’s Blades at him, but Prince didn’t flinch from the wounds. Whether cut by blade or struck by arrow, he walked on, scattering black droplets of blood across the floor.
[I’m sick of being bound to a Necromancer.]
Prince spoke.
[I will be the king of this place!]
Prince accelerated suddenly and burst forward at Simon, who immediately raised his fingers.
Surge!
Prince caught the blade erupting from the ground with one hand and swung his other fist. Simon brought both arms up in a guard.
Crack!
“……!”
The guard shattered on impact, and his fist drove into Simon’s chest. His body flew backward several meters.
‘Cough hack!’
A stabbing pain shot through his lungs like a spike driven through them.
His mind cleared. Defense was impossible. Evasion — nothing but evasion would work.
‘Run!’
He didn’t block. Didn’t counterattack either.
Pure hit-and-run.
Simon did nothing but flee and hurl blade strikes or loose arrows in his wake. Prince advanced steadily, taking every blow with an untroubled expression—until confusion flickered across his face.
‘Without a finishing blow, exhausting him this way will only tighten the noose around my own neck.’
As Simon darted away from Prince’s assault, he suddenly splayed his palm.
‘Exgust!’
The most versatile exhaustion curse struck Prince’s body—but the moment it touched his chest, it shattered with a metallic ring.
[Student-level curses won’t work.]
‘Curse Immunity too…!’
Prince grinned wickedly and hurled a kick. Simon rolled clear and lashed out with his blade, drawing blood across Prince’s skin.
“Haah! Haah!”
The endless exchange had worn him down. His limit had come.
The ring on his left hand had grown as hot as a boiling kettle, his breath now ragged and shallow at the back of his throat. His back was against the wall, and his limbs no longer answered his will.
[He’s reached his limit. Then, now.]
Prince extended his arm and seized Simon by the throat.
[I’ll end you.]
Prince’s grip tightened. As his neck constricted, Simon wore a strained smile.
Prince’s brow twitched.
[He still has the leisure to smile?]
“…Die? …Who said…?”
A soft sound.
Prince sensed movement behind him and spun around.
Kamibarez—who had been sprawled unconscious on the ground—now stood swaying. Her hair rose on end, and from both her eyes, a dark aura like tears of blood streamed down her face.
“Let him go! Now!”
A fierce, roiling darkness erupted from her body.
“Release him!!”

Crash-aaaaaaaahhh!
From every wound Simon had inflicted on Prince, torrents of black blood now poured forth.
Prince’s pupils wavered dangerously.
‘A hemorrhage spell…?’
“Simon!”
Richard’s cry rang out. Simon caught the spear that flew through the air and immediately drove it into Prince’s left arm.
Richard’s Enchants were indeed different. The spear bit deep into Prince’s arm, and as the hemorrhage magic drained his blood, his grip finally weakened.
Simon dropped to the ground, gasping and coughing.
“Simon, fall back!”
Merin, who had been balanced on the ceiling of the Sewers, descended while swinging her arm in broad, savage arcs.
A tier beyond Dark Flare—a higher-order dark flame technique.

Boom-ooooooohhh!
A jet of black flame engulfed Prince’s body like liquid, surging in waves that seared him again and again.
Simon barely slipped free of the blast radius, coughing as he pushed himself upright. Beside him, Kamibarez’s strained voice reached him.
“…S-Simon! Are you all right?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
It wasn’t that grand a scheme, really.
Minutes earlier, when Simon had been knocked back and his guard shattered by one of Prince’s punches, he’d caught sight of Kamibarez regaining consciousness.
He realized then that he needed to use her strength.
Simon had drawn Prince’s attention while inflicting a series of small wounds across his body. Kamibarez, reading his intent, had quietly prepared her hemorrhage magic and detonated it at the critical moment.
Of course, the fact that Richard and Merin had awakened from their prolonged unconsciousness was beyond what Simon had anticipated.
‘Do we have an opening to counterattack now?’
But remembering Prince’s durability, this wouldn’t be enough to bring him down.
Kamibarez, overwhelmed by the backlash of forcing the hemorrhage spell while in poor condition, lost consciousness again and collapsed. Merin and Richard, roused only moments ago, showed signs of severely depleted strength.
Inferno!
At that instant, Prince’s body burst through the flames and shot toward Merin like an arrow.
Crash!
Merin was struck by Prince’s fist and hurled backward. Her Kizen School Uniform flared with defensive power, yet the impact couldn’t be stopped.
She let out a sound like a strangled cry and lost consciousness.
“Merin!”
Richard, short sword in hand wreathed in dark aura, rushed forward. Simon shouted.
“Dick! Fall back……!”
Crack!
Too late. Dick, too, slammed against the opposite wall and lost consciousness.
‘Did you really think you could beat me?’
His entire body writhed in black flame, grotesquely contorted, yet Prince was laughing.
‘Don’t you dare crawl back.’
Prince flicked his fingers.
Boom-boom-boom-bang!
Suddenly, a gaping hole tore open in the ceiling of the sewers. Through it came pouring down more than a dozen zombies.
‘Devour them all!’
-Aaaaaaaahhhhh!
The zombies descended and charged at Simon. Simon exhaled a long breath and drew his arm back.
“Aren’t you a little late?”
‘What?’
Clatter-clatter-crack!
Bones flew from empty air and struck Simon’s arm.
‘Impossible!’
Slash!
The Great Sword of Destruction materialized in Simon’s hand. As he swung it lightly, six zombies cleaved in half and collapsed in a single stroke.
‘Piercing through those numbers and this fast……?’
“Prince. From now on, I’m not fighting as a ‘student’—I’m fighting as a ‘Legion Commander.'”
Pier’s bones came flying from above, wrapping around Simon’s body piece by piece. As Simon’s form grew complete, he spoke in a measured tone.
“I’ll give you one last chance. Will you join the Legion? Or.”
‘Don’t make me laugh!’
Prince screamed and rushed forward.
Whoosh!
Simon’s body flashed like lightning, positioning him behind Prince. The final piece—Pier’s helm—settled over Simon’s head.
‘……Hell.’
He couldn’t turn his head. His stamina was exhausted from the fight with those brats earlier; he couldn’t react.
A dazzling arc of white blade light drew near.
Crack!
It embedded deep in his neck.
Simon planted his right foot firmly on the ground and, releasing a rough battle cry, drove the blade forward with all his remaining strength.
Blood and flesh split open in two directions, and finally—
Schring!
Simon’s great sword pulled free into empty air.
Prince’s head flew skyward.

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