Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 177

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Necromancer Academy’s Summoning Genius Episode 177
“Blood smell?”
As Rette echoed the question, she sniffed the air herself.
“I’m not entirely sure. There’s kind of a fishy scent? But it could just be the smell of food from another cabin.”
…
As Simon rose from his seat with a grave expression, Rette continued talking.
“I can’t say for sure about the smell, but the train suddenly slowed down. It’s been jolting terribly, making the ride even more uncomfortable… Wait, wait?”
Rette’s eyes widened as she stared out the window. She sprang up and pressed herself against the glass.
“What is that!”
In the vast pasture visible beyond the train, hordes of crimson zombies were bleeding and charging toward the cars.
And that wasn’t all.
Suddenly a loud “Bang!” sounded at the window the two were looking through. Rette let out a startled cry and stumbled backward, landing in Simon’s embrace.
“This is insane! What are all those things!”
-Shrieeeeeek!
A zombie had latched onto the window. It was the same in other cars—screams erupted from all directions.
The zombies, excited by the sight of living humans, shrieked grotesquely and pounded at the glass with their fists. Some were crawling up the roof of the train.
“Rette, wait a moment.”
Simon boldly walked forward and pressed himself against the window teeming with zombies.
‘When did they get here?’
Through the gaps between the zombies, he could see a red magical circle drawn on the train’s exterior. That was where the zombies were being summoned from.
Crash!!
The glass window behind them shattered, and zombies poured into the first-class cabin like a broken dam. Gasps of horror echoed from all sides as chaos erupted.
“Tsk!”
Rette was the first to dash into the corridor, raising her fingers. Countless Holy Arrows erupted from the magical circle that bloomed before her index finger, lodging themselves in the zombies’ hearts and heads.
“If they’re these red zombies, then it’s them! The Blood Heavenly Cult!”
-Shriek!
Simon appeared, kicking away a zombie that had been targeting Rette’s neck, and took up her words.
“That heretical group people have been talking about?”
“Seems like it. They use Blood Zombies—their own custom-made Undead. They have resistance to Purification Magic too, which makes them difficult to deal with.”
Rette, still firing Holy Arrows, pushed off from a cabin chair and launched herself upward.
Her skirt fluttering, she crushed the skull of a zombie directly in front of her, using the recoil to spring higher. Almost immediately she spotted ten zombies on the ceiling at once and traced a holy sign.

Whoooosh!
Whoosh!
The zombies that had been staring at the ceiling were pierced by Holy Spears that erupted behind them and fell. A holy magical circle had formed on the floor.
Bang!
Beyond the falling zombies, another one flew several meters and struck the wall with a metallic thud.
“Hah.”
As Simon walked slowly down the corridor, zombies shrieked and charged at him from both sides.

Having cast three Blessings on himself, Simon threw a punch. With a heavy impact, a zombie’s face caved in and flew out through the window.
-Shrieeeek!
-Shriek!
The zombies charged harder, and Simon’s two arms sliced through the air.
Crack! Thud! Smack!
A zombie’s leg snapped and its jaw was crushed as it flew. Meanwhile, a zombie biting at Simon’s thigh from behind found its teeth unable to pierce the skin, now hardened by the Endurance effect.
Simon brought his elbow down on its crown, shattering it.
‘No need to rush. Keep your breathing steady and finish each one properly.’
No matter how many attacked, Simon’s movements remained efficient and clean. As Rette watched his combat, she tilted her head.
“When did I ever teach you Holy Combat Art?”
“This is Magical Combat. Throwing punches is throwing punches, either way.”
Pat!
A lightning-quick feint jab sent a zombie reeling backward in a spray of blood. Following through like a chained motion, Simon advanced and drove a deep straight with his right arm. The zombie crashed into other zombies and scattered across the cabin with a tumbling sound.
With both of them fighting, the situation quickly stabilized. The other priests who had only been holding up barriers and looking panicked began to regain their composure and mount a counteroffensive.
Among them was Ellen, who was freely unleashing Holy ranged techniques.
“Ellen!”
Rette called out.
“Soon everyone will be rushing toward the first-class cabin where the priests are! Please take responsibility for protecting the passengers!”
“Ah, I see! But what about you two?”
Simon and Rette exchanged glances and nodded. Simon spoke.
“We need to check the engine room.”
“That’s far too reckless! How many enemies would you have to face just to get there…!”
Crack!
A zombie’s skull exploded across the floor from Simon’s punch—delivered without even looking.
“I’ll be back, Ellen.”
“Keep watch here.”
The two of them strode into the next cabin.
Second class was in equal chaos. Panicked passengers were wailing and spilling into the first-class cabin where Simon and Rette had just emerged.
The two moved sideways with practiced efficiency, slipping through second and third class before entering the general seating area—a cabin packed with rows of seats instead of berths, which had carried the most passengers.
“Aaaahhh!”
“No, no, please! Ugh!”
With so many people, the scene was absolute pandemonium. Zombies and humans were tangled together—some being torn apart, others collapsed in pools of blood. And among them sat people wearing something around their necks, held in place.
Beside them stood men and women dressed in crimson robes.
‘Who are they?’
Simon’s eyes turned glacial. They weren’t being attacked by the zombies, and they wore long, flowing Red Robes.
“Stop resisting and put on the necklace.”
“Once you wear it, you become one of the Blood Heavenly Cult.”
They were tossing red collar-like objects to the passengers. Anyone who wore one around their neck would no longer be attacked by the zombies, just like those in the crimson robes.
“Why don’t you give up now and put on the necklace?”
A middle-aged man with a zombie bite on his leg was resisting while bleeding.
“D-Don’t be ridiculous! I am a follower of the Goddess…!”
“Damn it.”
Thud!
A Blood Heavenly Cult man kicked him in the jaw.
“Then pray faster to your great Goddess. Ask her to save you, to strike us down with her divine punishment! It’s not working, is it? Can’t you see? Use your head for once! If your deity is so mighty and omnipotent, why won’t she save you…!”
Crack!
The man’s face caved in, and the other cult members gasped in shock.
Rette, who had dropped the follower with a flying kick, spoke with casual disdain.
“There’s your divine punishment, right on schedule.”
“You brat!”
A Blood Heavenly Cult member swung a club-like weapon at the back of Rette’s head as she landed.
Bang!
Simon burst forward to shield her, raising his arm to block the strike.
‘Fast!’
Simon seized the attacker’s wrist and yanked him forward while driving an uppercut into his jaw. As the follower’s body flew backward, Simon and Rette pushed off the floor in unison.
Blood sprayed. Bones cracked. Faces caved in.
The two tore through the cabin in every direction, wielding Combat Magic and Holy Combat Art in turn, methodically striking down followers and zombies alike.
“Ah, don’t come this way! You’ll keep getting tangled with me!”
Rette whipped a follower across the abdomen with a kick as she spoke.
“That’s the third time I almost clipped you.”
Simon dislocated a follower’s arm joint as he spoke.
The cabin’s passengers watched the two fight in a daze, unaware that these were the top representatives from Kizen and Efnel—the leading students of their respective factions.
“Please, save us!”
“There are Undead coming from the back!”
The real problem was the crush of people fleeing from the other cars. With humans and zombies pouring out together, it was nearly impossible to distinguish friend from foe.
Rette had to hold back her Holy Spears more than once because of screaming passengers fleeing in their path.
“This won’t work.”
Rette said it aloud.
“I’ll support from back here, and you handle the fighting alone. Think you can manage?”
It sounded reckless at first, but Simon laughed as though he’d been waiting for exactly this.
“Perfect. I was about to suggest the same thing.”
“My pride just took a hit.”
She muttered this and dropped to one knee on the spot.
Drawing the sign of the holy cross, she raised a Barrier around herself, then pressed her hands together and began to pray.
A deep resonance thrummed through the air.
Explosive Holiness erupted outward from her as its center.
‘With Rette backing me up, I’ve got unshakeable support.’
Even as Simon had studied White Magic, he’d been amazed by her ability more than once.
In moments, a dazzling radiance swept through the train, and the blessing ritual began.

Whiiiiiire!
It exceeded all expectations. White magic circles materialized across the train’s ceiling in countless patterns, then began pouring light onto the passengers. Those fleeing were suddenly enveloped in high-grade buffs.
The refugees’ speed surged dramatically. Even where zombies managed to bite, their claws and teeth could no longer pierce human skin.
The undead’s attacks ceased to pose any real threat. And layered beneath it all was a white magic that steadied the mind itself. Watching panic dissolve in an instant, Simon let out an involuntary exclamation of admiration.

This time came healing and purification magic. Wounds from zombie bites knitted clean, and even the toxic infection symptoms vanished.
And the Curse Break applied even to those wearing the Red Necklaces around their necks. The potent purification shattered the cursed necklaces themselves into fragments.
Simon shouted.
“Listen, everyone! You’re safe now—keep your order and get out of here!”
With Rette pivoting to support, casualties were as good as zero. Simon guided the evacuating masses even as he fought back against the Blood Heavenly Cult.
Crack!
Simon’s fist caved in a zombie’s face. In that same instant, a cultist to his flank completed and fired a Blood Flow Arrow.
Thud!
Rette’s barrier unfolded before Simon like a painted shield, intercepting it. Simon flicked a water bottle from the floor with his toe, sent it spinning skyward, and drove it back with a wheel kick.
Rette released the magic circle at precisely the right moment, and the bottle smacked the cultist full in the face with a wet crunch. He shrieked and tumbled across the floor.
“What’s all this commotion?”
“Can’t you handle one cabin?”
More cultists kept pouring in from behind. Then, beneath Simon’s feet, a white magic circle blazed into existence.

Whiiiiiire!
A howling gale wrapped around Simon’s body. Hair and clothes thrashed wildly in the confined space.
Simon grinned and lowered his stance. This was Rette’s blessing alone—powerful and short-lived.
‘This’ll do it!’
Simon charged toward the oncoming cultists. His body traced a luminous green arc as he exploded forward.
Ricocheting off ceiling, floor, and walls with feral energy, Simon swept through the cramped space, scattering cultists with each pass, before finally descending to the floor.
The instant Simon touched down, five cultists were already sprawling in all directions, blood streaming from their mouths and noses.
“Hah.”
Rette shook her sweat-damp hair and hoisted herself up from behind a cabin seat.
“All of them taken care of?”

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