Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 152

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The Summoning Genius of Necromancer School — Episode 152
Monsters from Prima Materia were invading Kizen Campus Grounds simultaneously.
Their emergence was nothing short of ‘creation’ itself. The air shuddered, and white masses dropped from nowhere.
That was all.
Watching monsters materialize with no proper causality at all, the Necromancers of a hundred years past called it a miracle, while the Priests called it an abomination.
“Run, quickly!”
The entire campus descended into chaos from the monster assault.
Enormous creatures—colossal-class by Kizen’s monster classification standards—tore through the school buildings as they attacked. Students screamed and fled outside.
“No time for gawking! Move, now!”
“There’s a basement shelter in the Study Hall! Head there!”
Still, Merin’s broadcast had prevented the worst catastrophe. If students had remained in class, unaware, as buildings collapsed, over sixty people in a single class could have been buried alive.
Confused and panicked students emerged outside—only now catching their first glimpse of ‘them’.
Monsters with white bodies and black eyes, noses, and mouths; each one a different shape. They looked like swarms sketched frantically across blank paper by an anxious child’s brush.
Screee-screee-screee!
“Something’s coming!”
White, medium-sized, four-legged. A monster with exposed vertebrae and ribs crawling up the building wall, targeting the students below.
Just as they raised their arms to prepare a magic circle.
Boom!
Gunfire sounded and an explosion erupted across the monster’s face. Its head punched through a classroom wall and embedded itself as successive blasts riddled the creature’s body with holes.
‘Cannon fire?’
The students looked up. Four pale green vessels floated in the sky.
“Ah!”
“It’s Elisa! Elisa’s ghost ships!”
True to their words, Special Enrollment #7, Elisa in her School Uniform Coat draped across her shoulders, entered the battlefield.
As she gestured, the ghost ships’ hulls shifted, unleashing a volley. White monsters pouring into the grounds turned to dust and vanished instantly.
Crack!
Her gaze shifted. A colossal white creature larger than the school buildings themselves was advancing toward the ghost ships.
Just as she was about to order the bow turned.
‘Who is that?’
A figure appeared in her vision.
A blond male student scaling the monster’s body. He pressed himself against the creature’s face and activated the Liquid Bomb he’d been cradling.
Boom-boom-boom-boom!
An ear-splitting explosion burst forth in ashen light. Elisa gripped her School Uniform Coat and lowered her stance against the violent shockwave.
When the smoke cleared moments later, both the monster’s head and the male student were gone. Only the torso remained, toppling backward.
“Ugh, I was having such a nice nap. What’s all this commotion?”
Elisa turned. The blond student who’d just rushed a monster with a Liquid Bomb was walking toward her casually, unscathed.
“So you’re Special Enrollment #10, Malcolm. Even a mutt with its tail between its legs has some use now and then.”
“…Yeah, die already. Come talk like that after you beat Special Enrollment #1.”
Thud!
Malcolm drove his staff into the ground. Doppelgangers stirred from the Magic Circle with a shimmer, and Malcolm hurled appropriate explosives their way.
The Doppelgangers seized them and rushed into the dense clusters of monsters, triggering cascading explosions. When Elisa’s ghost ships opened fire alongside them, the smaller creatures were swept away in seconds.
—There.
Elisa raised the Mana Amplifier.
—Listen up. I’m organizing a defense corps to hold back these monsters. If you’re Kizen, we don’t run from threats—we face them down. Volunteers report to the open ground in front of the Magic Technology Building.
Malcolm let out a dry laugh. Even now, she’s obsessed with command.
Elisa pulled away from the Mana Amplifier and spoke.
“You’re coming too, right? Rear guard.”
“Get lost, power junkie.”
This was happening across Kizen. The initial shock of the surprise assault faded quickly as students regained their composure and began a measured counterattack.
“Disease-type Curses and Bleeding-type don’t work!”
“Share intel fast! Weaken the colossal ones with Curses, sweep the small fry with firepower!”
“Clear out. I’m making obstacles.”
A male student swung both arms. The glass windows of an adjacent building shattered, and lecture hall desks and chairs tumbled down in a cascade, forming a massive barrier.
Students climbed atop, seizing the high ground, then slammed down on ascending monsters or obliterated them with area attacks. Curse-aspiring students weakened the most dangerous colossal creatures, preventing them from striking the buildings.
“Any more Combat Magic users? Send them forward!”
“Release all Skeletons! Build walls! Fortifications!”
Thrown into crisis after crisis, Kizen students moved with impressive speed and precision. Even amid evacuation, they transitioned seamlessly into counterattack, stabilizing the situation.
“Watch six o’clock! A colossal one coming through!”
The problem was the big ones. A colossal creature dozens of meters long casually stepped over the barriers students had built and entered the open ground.
It advanced while taking direct hits from the students’ Black Magic and Curses, crushing obstacles with every stomping stride.
“Whoa.”
“This is dangerous—!”
At that moment, five flashes of light streaked across the sky toward the creatures.
Their weapons and Dark Magic gleamed, and the colossal monster’s body was torn to shreds. The students cried out in amazement.
“The instructors!”
Bred, the Magical Combat instructor, landed lightly after dispatching the creature, his gaze fixed on a Communication Crystal as he exhaled a long sigh. Nothing had worked, no matter how many times he’d tried.
In frustration, he hurled the crystal to the ground and scrubbed his head furiously.
“This is really bad.”
His fellow instructor muttered.
“Objectively speaking, we’re done for, aren’t we?”
Lang’s funeral had emptied every professor from Kizen, and among them were the senior instructors—the ones with real experience—who had all gone to the Sacred Temple.
All that remained were junior instructors tasked with student study sessions.
“Ah, shut up. Actually, this is fine.”
Bred stripped off his outer coat and summoned his Dark Element. Black Robes, the symbol of a combat mage, enveloped his body.
“If even one student dies, I lose my instructor badge—that’s the rule. If you want to stay at Kizen, you’d better start preparing a night watchman’s résumé instead.”
Having been pushed around by Simon for three years straight, and now with this crisis on top of it all, Bred had surrendered to despair. He’d decided to forget about being an instructor and just work as a freelance Necromancer.
“Oh.”
But the junior instructors looked at Bred with expressions of admiration.
“I thought you only had muscles for brains, but you can say cool things too, senior!”
“That’s right.”
“The seniors went to the Sacred Temple, so let’s focus on protecting the students!”
The instructors dashed off with morale soaring.
“…?”
Bred blinked, wondering what had just happened, then hurried after them.
Thus a large-scale counteroffensive was underway, centered on the instructors and the named students. But while stamina and Dark Element reserves had limits, the creatures manufactured by Prima Materia poured forth endlessly.
“Four colossal ones!”
“Scatter!”
In the end, Elisa’s western front, the first to respond, crumbled. She hastily loaded the students onto a Ghost Ship and retreated, but the colossal white creatures were rushing forward and grasping at the vessel.
‘God, I’m exhausted.’
It had been a mistake to push the pace too hard at the start, burning through so much Dark Element. Keeping four Ghost Ships aloft while manufacturing shells had consumed an enormous amount of power.
“They’re catching up!”
“Go faster!”
The heedless students hammered on the Ghost Ship’s railings, pushing Elisa harder.
As she seriously considered whether to just drop them, a boy in a Kizen Uniform came flying at the creatures.
Crack!
A single punch from the boy punched a gaping hole through the creature’s cheek. He planted his foot on its falling head and launched himself upward again.
Crack! Crack! Thud! Smash!
The remaining creatures crumbled like dominoes under the boy’s fists.
Elisa’s eyes, gripping the railing of the Ghost Ship, went wide as saucers. The other students stared in equal shock.
“How is he that strong? Is he an instructor?”
“But he’s wearing a school uniform.”
As five creatures fell in different directions, kicking up clouds of dust, Prince descended lightly to the ground.
‘Ugh, I’m getting tired of watching the kid.’
Prince muttered to himself with irritation, scratching his head as he watched the Ghost Ships depart.
‘What the hell is Simon up to?’

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Control Room.
The battle was flowing in a one-sided direction. Simon, having leaped off a wall, brought the Sword of Destruction down toward Flema with all his might.
Flash!
Just as the blade reached her forehead, white flames enveloped the Saint’s entire body, forming a barrier. The greatsword bounced harmlessly away, and she smiled as she raised her fingers.
Pure white flames erupted before Simon’s abdomen.
Boom!
The White Sacred Flame exploded, sending Simon flying dozens of meters backward into the wall. The instant the sacred flame touched him, Pier’s agonized scream tore through his mind.
Simon slid down the wall and fell to his knees.
“Ugh!”
He wrapped his arms around his abdomen where the White Sacred Flame had scorched him, trembling violently. His eyes wavered with pain, and saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth.
Seeing this, Flema smiled with satisfaction.
‘Does it hurt?’
She spoke.
[This flame is the power of the Goddess, meant to purify impure beings. Undead, Necromancers—they’re done in by the slightest touch. A living hell unfolds.]
She spread both arms wide.
[The fact that you exist proves your fundamental corruption. The White Sacred Flame mends the wounds of those who serve the Goddess, but it burns down those who follow evil with merciless fire. Can you deny the Goddess even after witnessing this power with your own eyes?]
“…….”
Simon was struggling to his feet, his Greatsword planted into the ground. She raised her fingertips and prepared to send forth the White Sacred Flame again.
Crash!
Her eyes snapped backward. Kassan had charged in like a wild beast and threw a punch from behind her—only to have it swallowed by the White Sacred Flame that shielded her.
“Ugh!”
Kassan’s face twisted in agony. The mere contact of his fist with the white flame threatened to steal his consciousness entirely.
[You’re trying so hard. But you can’t quite picture it, can you?]
She smiled wickedly, turning her hand toward Kassan.
[The image of me being defeated.]
Whoosh!
This time the white flame detonated directly in front of Kassan’s body.
“Arrrgh!”
Kassan flew dozens of meters, writhing as the White Sacred Flame clung to his skin, rolling across the ground until his head cracked against the wall and he coughed blood.
Flema smiled as though savoring the spectacle.
[I’ll grant that your efforts to stop the Desolator were admirable. But.]
Her gaze shifted to the screens in the Control Room. The Kizen students were struggling against the creatures born of Prima Materia, and their defensive line was beginning to crumble.
[The reprieve was merely longer. No one can stop this ‘Great Purification.’]
Bang!
Simon gripped the Greatsword planted in the ground, gasping for breath as he drew upon the Dark Element.
Pier’s Bone Armor, already shattered beyond its limit, lay scattered across the floor—only the bones of his right hand, still gripping the Greatsword, remained properly intact.
[I admire that determination, but this is a gap that stubbornness cannot bridge. Farewell.]
She extended her fingertips, aiming at Simon.
Thwack!
Interrupted, she narrowed her eyes. Strangely luminous feathers were lodged through the center of the White Sacred Flame that surrounded her.
Yet the feathers did not burn away—instead, they pushed against her White Sacred Flame shield, piercing halfway through.
[Who are you!]
Whoosh!
She pushed the intensity of the White Sacred Flame to its extreme, incinerating the feathers.
“Hmm~”
Soft footsteps echoed, and a female student with pale golden hair, hands clasped behind her back, stepped inside.
“Hello, Simon. You look like you’re having a hard time?”
“How did you even get in here—!”
Flutter!
A brilliant pair of wings unfurled from behind Serne’s back on her right side.
“I came for the third stamp on my coupon.”

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