Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 132

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Chapter 132
[Charge.]
Simon issued an Absolute Command through the power of the Crown. A horde of zombies surged up like a massive wave, crashing toward Manus in unison.
‘To the empire.’
Manus raised the tip of his blade toward the sky. There was only the darkness where sunlight could not reach and red clouds overhead, but that was his will.
‘Let there be glory.’
Manus poured strength into the blade he gripped. The steel descended in a graceful arc, cutting from above to below.
Slash!
The approaching wave split vertically, and with a crack, the zombies scattered in all directions.
-Uaaargh!
-Kiiiii!
The wave of zombies surged forward again, a second assault, then a third. Each time, Manus swung his blade, shearing through the tide.
With each strike quelling a wave, he proved that the title of Swordmaster was no mere legend.
Slice!
As he severed the fourth wave in much the same way, the tide split down the middle and parted left and right, and immediately after, a fifth wave carrying Simon came crashing down.
[……!]
Manus cut through the fifth assault with quick movements, but Simon, riding atop the crest of the wave, came streaking down like a meteor.
Manus hastily raised his blade overhead.
Clash!
Steel met steel in a head-on collision.
The ground crumbled beneath them, and the wind itself screamed. The horde of zombies behind Simon and the Skeleton Legion behind Manus were blown in all directions by the mere force of the clash.
‘Ugh!’
As they locked in a contest of strength, Simon let out a bitter laugh.
This man was absurdly strong.
[Splendid!]
Manus’s expression matched his thought, the corners of his mouth lifting.
While their blades remained locked in the test of force, Manus’s sword twisted at a precise angle, and Simon’s greatsword slid upward.
“!”
His strength scattered.
Before Manus could press his next move, Simon erupted with Darkness from both legs and tumbled upward in a flip. Manus spun and swept his blade forward; Simon answered with a Spatial Severance Slash.
Clang!!
Two enormous forces collided, and space itself seemed to warp.
The instant Simon’s feet touched the ground, Manus was upon him, blade flashing.
Crash crash crash crash!
Two masters exchanged offense and defense. White streaks and black streaks intertwined, crisscrossing the air in a dizzying dance, stitching the void thick with their clash.
The two fighters moved in a trance, throwing sparks and colliding weapons, striking and withdrawing in endless rhythm.
“Ugh!”
He was struggling. Even armored in Pier’s True Armor, his Swordsmanship was lacking.
[A Necromancer has no weaknesses. Excellent in every way. But that becomes a weakness as well.]
Whoosh!
Simon’s eyes went wide with alarm. Before he could even register it, his left shoulder was slashed, blood erupting in a spray. A perfect strike aimed at the gaps between Pier’s True Armor.
‘Piercing through even the School Uniform from Kizen!’
Simon quickly retreated backward.
[But I have devoted my soul to the blade and spent my life honing only steel. To excel at everything is also to fail at everything.]
“…….”
Simon’s eyes grew serious.
Even if he let the other words slip past, it was clear that strength alone from Pier’s True Armor would not suffice. This man was truly a Swordmaster.
And yet.
“Good, then here’s a question.”
Simon still had an advantage.
“Why did you fall into ruin?”
[……!]
Manus gripped his blade’s hilt tighter, his expression bitter. Simon smiled faintly and dropped back, leaping once more onto the wave of zombies behind him.
It was not some trite notion that Necromancers were trendy while Knights were outdated.
Simon’s golden eyes flashed.
“You’re wrong in your thinking. Excelling at everything doesn’t mean—”
Simon raised his arm.
“—it just means you’re ‘strong.'”
-Kieeeeeeeee!
-Uaaaaaaah!
Tens of thousands of zombies howled in unison. By now, the corpses from outside had joined the mansion’s existing horde, swelling their numbers further still.
[Wait, Simon! Taking on more psychic thoughts than that is beyond your limits! You’ve already reached your threshold!]
“Then I shall gladly surpass it.”
No one could stop him now. Simon, seized by exhilaration and an intoxicating surge of power, clenched his fists.
The golden light of the crown erupted, blazing across his body. His eyes glittered with a terrible, focused intensity.
Once more.
[Follow me.]
Simon’s Teal-Blue Darkness swept through the zombies not like smoke but like wildfire. The dead roared endlessly, praising and worshipping their new king.
Again, an Absolute Command descended upon every zombie in this place.
The command of an irresistible existence was singular and absolute.
[Bring me his head.]
At that single command, the zombies moved as one.
They climbed atop one another, and over those, still others climbed. What had been a wave now rose like a towering tsunami.
Manus looked about in panic.
In moments, he was surrounded on all sides by the zombie surge. The skeleton subordinates who had been near him had vanished—when, he could not say.
[Krgh!]
The tsunami, studded with countless eyes, advanced with the force of an earthquake.
Manus cried out and swung his blade. He swung and swung again, countless times without pause.
Yet each time his sword stroke carved through the wave, the zombies behind surged forward to fill the void, their ferocious momentum never faltering. No matter how many he cut down, that savage advance remained unbroken.
[Kraaaaaaaa!]
Then.
The mass of the tsunami crashed down toward Manus.
Crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack!
Manus leaped skyward to evade, again and again he dodged, but at last he was caught in the undertow of corpses.
In an instant his torso and head were buried beneath them, and only his arms remained visible in that ghastly tangle of flesh—then even those disappeared from sight.
A moment later.
A mountain of zombies had formed atop Manus where he lay. And watching this spectacle unfold before him with vacant eyes stood a single man.
‘……How is this possible?’
Prince could only stare in shock at the scene before him.
This was the true way to wield a crown.
The moment Simon donned it, the zombies unified into a Legion whose physical abilities surged dramatically—a sight Prince himself had never witnessed before.
‘Is that thing even human?’
Pier, too, stood in admiration.
[Hehehehe! Disabling him was fine enough, boy.]
He shifted his gaze.
[But we can’t kill him this way. So now what…….]
Pier’s words trailed off.
Something was wrong with Simon’s state. Even while wearing the crown, he had been controlling his power properly—but now Simon’s eyes were losing focus, growing distant.
[Listen, boy!]
He was intoxicated by power.
Processing so many psychic thoughts had created a delay; his rationality was evaporating.
Pier hastily severed his link with Simon and emerged from Bone Armor into his original form. He reached to remove the crown, but it would not budge.
The crown—and Simon—were refusing to let go.
Yet even in the midst of this, Simon continued to move with purpose. He was pushing the zombies back with psychic force. The massive mountain of corpses was now becoming a mere hill.
Simon was constructing a magical circle in that state.
‘This creature……!’
Simon’s rationality had not evaporated at all.
In this moment, he was wielding the greatest concentration of his life. Time had slowed to an extreme degree as he processed the equations, and his body simply could not respond at the normal pace.
What kind of spell was he constructing?
‘!!!!’
Pier’s mouth fell open as he beheld the magical circle.
He had been monitoring Simon’s school life steadily, and this magic was certainly something he had never learned.
Something he could never have encountered anywhere.
‘……No, it is not something he learned.’
It was not acquired through concepts and knowledge,
but through natural intuition and insight.
A method to eliminate Manus, who lay buried beneath the zombies that had crushed him.
The result of that thought was manifesting in the magical circle being drawn across Simon’s right arm.
Though it might be called Dark Magic that already exists, in this very moment Simon was undoubtedly creating Dark Magic anew.
“Hhhhh.”
Simon extended his right arm toward the dense mass of hundreds of zombies.
Manus thrashed on the ground, desperate to escape. The swarm of undead writhed above him.
Pier’s eyes blazed with crystalline clarity.
‘There’s no doubt.’
That Dark Magic was the technique that had been the symbol of Necromancers during the 100-Year War.
The most terrible of horrors.
The flower of the flower among zombie spells.
Simon slowly rotated his right hand.
[……Corpse―]
Then he clenched his fist tight.
[―Explosion.]
The world turned blindingly white. The last thing Pier saw was the sight of hundreds of zombie cores buried beneath Manus convulsing in overload, teal-blue darkness erupting from them. And then.
Boom!!!!!!!!!!
An indescribable, colossal explosion.
The destructive force born from the zombies overloading their own cores and burning their bodies whole—that annihilation called Corpse Explosion—swept away everything around it.
The uncontrollable blast surged upward like a geyser, forming a massive mushroom cloud.
Boom-boom-boom-boom!
Trees around them were uprooted, zombies flew through the air. Every window of the Mansion shattered, and walls crumbled inward.
‘……Truly.’
Prince stood with his mouth hanging open.
‘There’s no word for it but insane.’
As the smoke cleared, Manus’s body had vanished without a trace, leaving only his skull sitting alone in the wreckage.
True to his nature as a Swordmaster, he’d concentrated Dark Element in his skull until the very end, desperately trying to weather the assault with defense—but he had failed.
When Simon approached and examined it, Manus’s psychic presence had already evaporated and dispersed.
“Rest well, Swordmaster.”
Simon spoke those words, then placed Manus’s skull into the subspace.
[Hey! Boy!]
Pier rushed after him.
[Are you actually alright?! How on earth did you even manage Corpse Explosion—!]
Simon couldn’t answer. He simply swayed and toppled toward Pier.
Clang.
The Crown fell to the ground. At that moment, the teal-blue darkness overflowing from the zombies’ bodies began to fade gradually.
“Heh! Pier, I did well, didn’t I?”
[……You’re always reckless, that’s for sure.]
Then Prince stumbled over with a stunned expression on his face.
“Didn’t I tell you?”
Simon grinned at him.
“I’d show you how to win.”
[Just what are you…….]
But Prince’s next words never came. Simon lost consciousness and went limp.
[This Legion Commander is always so much trouble!]
Speaking thus, Pier hoisted Simon onto his shoulder, his face radiating a pride deeper than anyone else’s could have been.

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