Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 185

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The Summoning Genius of Necromancer School, Chapter 185
Thanks to Simon and Prince’s efforts, the Sacred Train had safely escaped the Blood Heaven Church’s pursuit.
With ample fuel reserves, there was no danger of being caught, so it was fair to say they’d completely shaken off their pursuers.
And now, as planned, Simon and Lette prepared to jump from the train.
“You’re really leaving us.”
“Yes.”
Simon and Lette, packs slung over their shoulders, stood before the gaping hole in the train’s wall.
Metin and Ellen, the first-class girls they’d played with and the third-class gentlemen, the other Priests from the cars ahead who’d actively helped defend the train—many people they’d come to know had gathered to see them off.
“I believe this experience will be a turning point for me.”
Metin spoke.
“Even if slumps come, I won’t regret this. I could never forget the two of you.”
“Yes, we’ll be cheering for you, Priest.”
“Make sure you don’t have cause for regret.”
Metin exchanged farewells with the two. Ellen approached Simon, her voice thick with reluctance.
“We’re parting ways again like this. I thought we’d spend more time together.”
As Ellen made no effort to hide her disappointment, Simon smiled gently.
“We’ll probably have reason to come back here someday. When we do, I’m counting on you.”
“Yes! When that time comes, I’ll be your guide!”
“And.”
Lette laughed, hand on her hip.
“You get caught impersonating me again, and next time there’s no mercy, understand?”
“As long as Lette doesn’t catch me, I’m fine, right?”
Haha!
A few people in on the secret let out contrived laughter. Simon bowed to the others who’d become dear to him over these days.
“Well then, we’ll be going.”
Simon said.
“If we cross paths again, please don’t acknowledge us.”
Lette clicked her tongue.
Receiving farewells from the gathered crowd, the two summoned Darkness and Sacred Flame to their legs and leaped into the darkness beyond the train.
“They’re gone. You really think they’ll be all right?”
At Ellen’s question, Metin nodded plainly.
“Of course. I have faith that the two of them will surely prevent the war.”

* * *
After jumping from the train with style, there was an undignified moment of tumbling through grass, but both emerged unscathed. Using the darkness as cover, they kept their footfalls light and moved slowly forward.
“You can come out now. Prince.”
As Simon opened a pocket dimension, Prince burst out as if he’d been waiting.
[Ugh, a pocket dimension really is cramped!]
He brushed dust from his clothes with a light gesture, then noticed Lette’s disgusted expression beside him. Prince bristled indignantly.
[What! What now!]
“…Ah, I really can’t get used to it. An Undead, of all things, talking and throwing a tantrum.”
Simon shrugged.
“Even the scholars of the Dark Alliance haven’t uncovered anything about Ancient Undead. It’s completely uncharted territory.”
[You’re treating me like some research subject! I’m the great Zombie Prince!]
Prince, who’d been pounding his chest in protest, soon sighed as if resigning himself to patience.
[Fine, what am I supposed to do this time?]
“I just called you out because it’s cramped and lonely in there. Since nobody’s watching, go get some air.”
[What? Lonely? A great Ancient Undead doesn’t have feelings like that!]
“Then get back in.”
[No! It’s boring!]
“…?”
Listening to the banter of the two walking alongside each other, Lette felt her mind spinning. She had to admit, this being seemed to defy explanation in ways that would baffle even scholars.
‘Well, as if this man’s any less strange.’
Lette glanced sidelong at Simon. When he smiled as if asking what was wrong while soothing the indignant Prince, she quickly turned her head away.
“We’re wasting time. Let’s get moving.”
The three walked along a path some distance from the tracks through the night.
After about an hour of brisk walking, torches appeared in various places and the sound of voices echoed. They were the Blood Heaven Church pursuers who’d failed in their attack and been left behind.
Lette spoke in a hushed voice.
“Since their pursuit failed, they’ll be heading back to their base soon. Let’s keep a good distance and follow them.”
Just as she said this and took a step forward, Lette froze in horror. A zombie that had been lying in the grass was crawling toward them, teeth bared.
“Go away.”
But at that single word from Prince, the zombie obeyed like a docile lamb and vanished elsewhere.
“Oh, for heaven’s sake.”
Lette scowled at the zombie’s retreating back, seething. In her mind, she was already driving the Holy Spear through his spine a dozen times over.
“Coward.”
Prince let out a dry chuckle.
“Fine then. Let me purify you first.”
Lette rolled up her sleeves. Just as the two of them were about to fight, Simon quickly wedged himself between them and spoke to her.
“By the way, when is that acquaintance of yours supposed to arrive?”
“Ah.”
She checked her wristwatch.
“He’s pouring money like water and hopping through Teleportation Magic Circles in sequence, so he should arrive by dawn today at the latest.”
Simon’s eyes widened.
“By dawn? That soon?”
“Yes. The fact that he’s dropping everything and coming this way tells me the situation is quite serious.”
“Let me double-check one thing—you’re sure this person is trustworthy?”
She nodded.
“Yes. He’s the person I trust and follow after Anna. And more importantly, he has considerable influence in the Sacred Federation. Right now, we have no choice but to rely on him.”

* * *
Blood Heaven Church Headquarters, fifth floor.
The space was thick with pools of crimson blood. Withered corpses lay scattered about, and the walls and ceiling were crowded with experimental subjects chained by both arms.
This was the Undead Laboratory.
Yuda, the Bishop of the Blood Heaven Church, stood over an experimental subject lying on an iron bed, methodically dripping blood onto it as he conducted his research.
Shriek—
The subject’s body convulsed in agony, then went limp, void spilling from every orifice in a nauseating stench. Blood spattered constantly onto the white doctor’s coat Yuda wore, yet each droplet slid smoothly away from the fabric and fell to the floor. He remained utterly, immaculately clean.
“Experiment 531. Failed.”
Yuda picked up his clipboard with utter indifference and made a check mark.
“Bishop. I beg your pardon for the interruption during your work. There is a problem.”
A follower emerged from the darkness and bowed his head. Without taking his eyes from his research notes, Yuda spoke.
“Did we lose him?”
“…Yes. My apologies.”
“Did I not say sending a pursuit team would be futile?”
Yuda drew a clean scalpel from his instrument case and began methodically slicing through the flesh of a new experimental subject strapped to the adjacent iron bed.
“There was a powerful individual aboard the train capable of capturing Aloken. And they likely learned how to get the stalled Sacred Train moving again.”
He pinched a small mass of blood between his forefinger and thumb, examining it with meticulous care.
The follower bowed lower as he spoke.
“Since the passengers escaped safely, the full force of the Sacred Federation will likely converge on headquarters by daybreak.”
“Naturally.”
Yuda rose from his seat.
“Dispose of this experimental subject.”
“Yes.”
“And we shall have to relocate to another headquarters with greater urgency. Prepare the Teleportation Magic Circles.”
“Your Grace! Your Grace!”
Another follower came running and dropped to one knee before him with an urgent report.
“Disaster! The Teleportation Magic Circles—!”
Upon hearing the follower’s report, Yuda left the laboratory himself and made his way to the Teleportation Magic Circle chamber within the headquarters.
The followers there were murmuring in evident panic.
“All the Magic Circles have been neutralized?”
“…Yes.”
“There is only one individual capable of such a feat.”
Yuda adjusted his glasses and smiled.
“Lyte, Head of the Heresy Inquisition Bureau, is coming.”
His words sparked an uproar among the followers.
“L-Leader! Why are they already—!”
“This deviates from the plan! We haven’t even released the information yet!”
“I wonder.”
Yuda turned away, his white coat catching the wind as it billowed behind him.
“Perhaps they gathered information about us first.”
Despite his words, Yuda’s voice remained perfectly composed.
“All the better, then. Prepare for the Holy War. This is our chance to sweep away every last Heresy Inquisitor.”
“B-but that would mean…….”
Yuda’s lips curved upward.
“I shall summon the Apostles of the Goddess.”
Waaaaaahhhhh!
The faithful erupted in violent cheers. The fear that had gripped them at the mention of Heresy Inquisitors moments before vanished without a trace.
“Muster all personnel and fortify your positions. We need only hold until the Apostles arrive—then victory is ours.”
“Yes, sir!”
“Glory to the great Goddess!”
Leaving the fanatics to their frenzy, Yuda climbed the stairs alone.
Click.
He entered the chamber alone, shut the door, and locked it. Then, chanting an incantation, he tore open his finger with his teeth and let his blood fall to the floor.
The blood traced a magic circle on the stone, and soon the circle split the floor open, forming a sickly crimson portal of alien origin.
“I have interview preparations to attend to, so I’ll take my leave. I do hope your sacrifices prove worthwhile.”
Muttering the words to himself, Yuda threw his body into the portal.
Once he passed through, the portal sealed shut.

* * *
“Director. The Teleportation Nullification Circle installation is complete.”
“Good.”
The broad-shouldered man rose from where he sat on the boulder—Lyte, the war-mad Necromancer hunter and current chief of the Heresy Inquisition Bureau.
“How wide did you cast it?”
“No teleportation of any kind is possible within a ten-kilometer radius of the Blood Heaven Church Headquarters.”
“Understood.”
He had waited long enough.
He turned, his grey cloak billowing behind him.
Before him stood five hundred elite Heresy Inquisitors under the Bureau’s direct command, each armed with an array of weapons and implements of torture. Metal masks covered their faces, and their eyes burned with the irrational hunger of starved beasts.
The Sacred Federation’s instruments of slaughter, forged through infernal mental reconditioning. They were fanatics so devoted that they would plunge a blade down their own throat at the Goddess’s or Lyte’s command.
“The world is full of contradictions.”
Lyte began his speech.
“In the world created by our great Goddess, there exist those who deny her. We breathe the same air and share the sky with these maggots. Worse—they occupy half the world, sowing chaos among all people and spawning countless evils. And so I ask you: why.”
Killing intent gleamed in his eyes.
“Should we stand idle and watch these vermin draw breath?”
Thud!
In perfect unison, every Inquisitor stamped their foot and raised their weapons before their chests.
“Are we afraid of war? Fearful that innocent lives will be lost? That we ourselves will suffer great casualties? Nonsense! There is no victory without sacrifice! We are the Goddess’s faithful, and she does not abandon us! And I am certain.”
Holy Power, infused with killing intent, flowed from his body.
“The Goddess demands judgment.”
Thud!
“Sacrifice is no excuse.”
Thud!
“From this day forward, we begin our war against these loathsome vermin.”
Bloodshot veins burst across Lyte’s eyes as he thrust out his arm. Space tore open, and from within emerged a colossal cross-shaped blade of radiant light.
The blade that cleaves the sky. The Royal Cross.
For a man over three meters tall, it was so massive that he could barely lift it above his head. He looked as though he carried an entire cross-shaped building upon his back.
“Forward. Tear apart every last heretic!”
Lyte and his war-mad forces began marching toward the Blood Heaven Church Headquarters.

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