Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 150

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius 150
“Calm yourself, Simon! Don’t let provocation cloud your judgment!”
Kassan’s cry reached his ears.
Of course he had no intention of falling for it. Simon’s gaze, steady and composed, turned toward the ceiling.
Countless Black Crosses hung from the lofty ceiling of the Control Room.
That night came flooding back. When he’d first met Francesca, he’d been helpless—nothing but frantic flight, a single pebble thrown, everything handed to Pier. How far had he come since that night?
How much had he truly grown?
Shwoop.
As Simon dropped into a lunge, Francesca swept her palm downward. The Black Crosses suspended high above the Control Room’s vaulted ceiling fell in unison.
Thud-crack!
Thud-crack!
The crosses buried themselves in the floor with deafening booms.
“You two charge in so recklessly, don’t you?”
While Simon and Kassan dodged the falling crosses, Francesca worked the buttons of the Control Room console.
Countless Mana Screens unfurled around her, displaying the entire Kizen campus at a glance.
“Since you’ve come this far, let me show you something entertaining.”
“What are you plotting?”
“Detonation.”
As she brought her middle finger and thumb together, both Kassan and Simon flinched, lowering their stance. She gazed at her wristwatch with unhurried calm.
“The time I calculated has come. So then.”
She snapped her fingers. Her gesture triggered the ignition magic circle of the Desolator.
But of course.
‘……!’
Nothing happened.
In the moment of her shock, Simon seized the opening and lunged forward, swinging his greatsword.
Whooosh!
She leaped high to evade, but Kassan, who had jumped even higher, came down with both fists clenched, driving them like nails into the earth.
Boom!
A Black Shield formed from shadow absorbed the impact. In that same breath, poison gas erupted from the magic circles spread across her left and right, striking Kassan directly.
“Kassan!”
“I set up the Desolators before class began. You dismantled all of them?”
Having withdrawn some distance from the pair, she smiled with sinister amusement.
“Chilling. It feels as though the future has been exposed.”
Simon remained silent, gripping the greatsword’s hilt with crushing force.
Then Kassan, shrouded in poison gas, appeared without concern, rolling his neck.
‘Hmm—so poison doesn’t work on him either? What a strange physiology.’
She’d saturated this space with paralysis poison, yet neither Kassan nor Simon showed any sign of effect.
Her lips curled upward. If they were Kizen’s last hope, then crushing them outright would be a satisfying conclusion.
Whirrrrrrrrr!
Once more, countless crosses rose along the high ceiling.
[Boy! Be careful!]
“Unfortunately, no one will arrive now. Not even Nephthys can pierce my barrier.”
What she’d established across Kizen was a Sacred Barrier.
A Priest’s defensive barrier differed vastly in both strength and stability from a Necromancer’s—and crafted from sacred power, it possessed inherent resistance to the Dark Element.
Should a Priest and a Necromancer possess equal skill, the Priest wielding the barrier held overwhelming advantage.
“Struggle before the power of the divine. Nephthys’s dogs.”
Flap!
Kassan stripped away his School Uniform, now rotted through by poison, exposing his bare chest. Scarred, feral muscle rippled beneath.
“Simon. This is our final battle in this affair.”
He extended his fist toward Simon. Simon smiled faintly and met it with his own.
This was their first true synchronization.
“Yes. Let’s go.”
The moment their fists collided, both bodies blurred into afterimages, darting away as the black crosses plummeted to strike the floor. The two moved through the Control Room in undulating arcs.
‘Internal Black Energy Eruption!’
Dark droplets fell from Simon’s body. His physical abilities surged dramatically, and he began evading the shower of crosses with newfound ease.
With Francesca at the center, Kassan approached from the left while Simon came from the right.
Boom!
Kassan moved first. Like a lithe predator, he bounded tens of meters and unleashed a spinning kick.
Crash!
Francesca raised a Black Shield to block. In that same instant, Simon came streaking from behind her like lightning, swinging his greatsword down.
Slash!
She dropped low to evade, and in that same breath Kassan surged forward with a roar.
A bestial punch met her hand strike, but Kassan immediately retracted and unleashed a flurry; Francesca grinned and answered with Martial Arts of her own.
Crack. Tap-tap. Crack. Thud. Pop. Smack.
Their limbs tangled in a blur—so fast the movements blurred into near invisibility.
Kassan twisted his entire body like an invertebrate, hurling chaotic strikes, while Francesca spread her hand blades and flicked each incoming fist away before it could land—a style of intercepting attacks before they reached their target.
Thud!
Her leg drove into Kassan’s knee, shattering his lower stance.
As her fingertips darted toward Kassan’s heart—
Boom!
Simon’s blade descended toward her head. She clicked her tongue and retreated.
“Haaaa!”
Whoosh! Whoooosh!
Unlike Kassan, each stroke carried crushing weight—Greatsword technique. Simon’s blade slashed viciously through the air.
Francesca weaved constantly to evade, then drew a Black Blade along the back of her hand and began trading blows with Simon.
Clang!
The collision sent vibrations up through Simon’s arms, and he flinched.
‘Is she really a Poison Magic instructor?’
Her Martial Arts prowess was astounding—far beyond what her specialization should permit.
No, this wasn’t Martial Arts at all. This was Priest combat technique—specialized in defense and counters.
Ching!
Francesca deflected Simon’s Greatsword and drove forward, her blade streaking toward his throat.
Screech!
But Kassan’s fist arrived first, striking her face with brutal speed.
She grunted, her body flying backward to crash against the floor.
“You alright?”
“Yes!”
Simon repositioned his Greatsword while Kassan planted his feet in fighting stance. Francesca rose with a low chuckle, wiping blood from her lip and smiling.
“Come on then.”
Both figures exploded outward—white and black flashes weaving through the falling crucifixes from above, converging on Francesca from both sides in an instant.
“Hgh!”
“Haaaa!”
Their arms and legs moved in dazzling arcs. Fists crossed with Greatsword, strikes and punches tore through the air. Though Francesca held the center and focused on defense, fresh cuts bloomed across her body.
Crack!
Kassan’s punch pierced her guard and caught her jaw; as her body lifted, Simon’s heel came down like a hook from behind, dragging across her face before slamming her to the ground.
Thud!
Simon raised the Sword of Ruin, but she pushed his right arm aside and slid backward.
“Oof!”
Before she could rise, Kassan was already upon her, leaving afterimages as he unleashed a relentless combination.
Thwack! Crack! Smash!
Kassan’s tempo shifted—now his strikes cut through her defenses, connecting with solid impact. An elbow found her nose, a straight caught her abdomen.
As she caught his ankle and tried to counter—
‘Open Ground!’
Slash!
An Overlord blade erupted from the floor, carving across her shoulder. For the first time, anger flared in her eyes.
“You bastards—!”
Whoosh!
Kassan threw a punch; she reached to strike his wrist away, but he feinted and dropped his stance. Simon appeared from behind with his Greatsword.
Boom!
She dropped desperately low and evaded; several strands of her long red hair fell away, severed.
‘So close!’
He’d aimed at her neck but missed by inches.
Yet her opponent had committed to the heavy motion, opening a window.
Simon raised his finger, and an Overlord rose beneath Kassan’s legs, launching him skyward.
Suspended in the air, Kassan’s arms spread wide, his neck arched back, his legs curled nearly to his spine.
His eyes gleamed.

Slash!
His arms swept in a crossing arc, and ten terrible claw marks tore through the air.
The floor and walls of the Control Room fractured, and deep gashes opened across her body. The highest claw scored her throat.
Blood fountains erupted from her neck, chest, and abdomen simultaneously. Most critically, her throat was cleanly severed.
‘It landed perfectly!’
Simon clenched his fist.
Kassan, who had dropped to the floor, stared ahead through ragged breaths.
Francesca’s hand trembled as it touched her throat—the wound that wouldn’t stop bleeding—while she stared up at the ceiling in disbelief, hollow and vacant.
Simon released his Internal Black Energy Eruption and steadied his breathing. At this rate, his organs would rupture before she even got to him.
‘……That these things were enrolled as students.’
She laughed softly, then tilted her head to the side with a wet, creaking sound.
“Francesca’s power couldn’t overcome you, true. But doesn’t something strike you as strange?”
An uneasy premonition.
It was there.
Something was indeed wrong.
“Among the creatures guarding this place, there were Necromancers far stronger than you. Yet now they’re all like this. Why do you think that is?”
Whoooooooosh!
Pure white flames detonated across her body. Simon’s eyes flew wide.
‘……Sacred power!’
The sacred flames healed her wound—the one Kassan had just inflicted—leaving only a faint scar in their wake, the injury completely mended.
A white garment materialized from the flames and draped itself across her form.
“Did you think I’d just let you?”
Kassan drove his exhausted body forward in a charge. She watched him come and sneered, snapping her fingers with a sharp crack.
“……!”
White flames erupted before her in a torrent, hurling Kassan’s body backward through the air. As the burning fire clung to his skin, he let out a rare cry of agony, thrashing against the pain.
[I am not Francesca. My name is Nephthys.]
White streaks began bleeding into her hair, which had glowed red moments before, and her eyes grew steadily more turbid.
[One of the Seven Pillars guarding Efnel.]
Simon’s face drained of color, while Pier let out a hollow laugh—clearly not having anticipated this turn. White flames now coiled around her form as she ascended toward the ceiling.
She was far more than simply ‘one of the Priests of Efnel.’
The Dark Alliance’s greatest, most formidable adversary.
[I am the Saint of Purification.]

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