Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 186

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Chapter 186
The Blood Heaven Cult soldiers who had been pursuing the train had all returned to headquarters. Simon, Lette, and Prince remained hidden behind trees at a distance, watching the situation unfold at the Blood Heaven Cult’s base.
The Blood Heaven Cult’s headquarters was a massive cavern that had been converted into a building. At first glance it appeared to be nothing but an empty plain, but once Lette penetrated the Perception Distortion Magic, an enormous structure became visible.
The cultists scurried about busily, as if preparing for war, and they had positioned zombies throughout the building without gaps.
[There aren’t many organizations within the Dark Alliance that command so many zombies.]
Prince spoke.
[And a significant portion of those are humanoid zombies. How did this even happen?]
…….
Lette, standing beside him, heaved a heavy sigh.
“What else? They brought all our residents here and turned them into those things.”
“That’s actually what I was wondering too.”
Simon picked up the thread.
“The Sacred Federation suppresses and eradicates heresy so ruthlessly. So how could a heretical force this massive have ever come into existence?”
“The Blood Heaven Cult is different from ordinary heretical sects. It’s a rather exceptional case.”
The Deva Church, the state religion of the Sacred Federation, has always had its history intertwined with the history of heresy.
The more the Deva Church’s influence grew, the more heretical sects multiplied exponentially. The ignorant masses were far easier to sway by the honeyed words of people standing right in front of them than by the difficult passages of scripture.
Lette offered a simple example.
“You just go to some dark, remote village, and show them you can use Sacred Flame.”
She raised her palm and conjured Sacred Flame to demonstrate.
“What do farmers who’ve spent their whole lives in fields know? When they see Sacred Flame right before their eyes, they believe.”
Normally, heretical sects formed around defrocked priests or people who had naturally awakened without entering a Sacred shrine, wielding distorted doctrines.
But the Blood Heaven Cult was different. They had swelled their numbers through deliberate and audacious means.
“They began distributing ‘Cores’ to the residents.”
At that, Simon’s mouth fell open.
“Cores, in the Sacred Federation?”
“As you know, the Sacred Federation’s media is tightly controlled by the central authority of Efnel. The Dark Alliance people are vile and wicked—that’s all the residents know, and they naturally have no idea what a Core is.”
Simon sank into thought.
“Now I understand why Efnel hides the existence of Cores.”
“Why is that?”
“Because just anyone can open one.”
Lette nodded with a grim expression.
“Exactly.”
Darkness was far more accessible than Sacred Flame. Given a practitioner, it was simply a matter of implanting a Core in someone’s body and that was that.
People destined to spend their whole lives farming because of low Holy Compatibility could gain the opportunity to develop new talents if they opened their Darkness.
But Efnel, following doctrine, denied the very existence of Darkness and necromancers themselves.
What if necromancers who had opened their Cores began sprouting up across Sacred Federation territory like mushrooms? What if they formed organizations, pooled their strength, and resisted the current ruling class?
Prince, who had been listening quietly, let out a low chuckle.
[From Efnel’s perspective, nothing could be worse than this.]
“That’s exactly what the Blood Heaven Cult has been doing. They deceive ignorant residents, shoving counterfeit scriptures in their faces, claiming this is the true doctrine of the Deva Goddess, and promising to grant everyone the ability to use Sacred Flame. Efnel controls Sacred Flame, but they’re saying anyone can wield it.”
“So they seduce people, implant Cores in their bodies, and turn them into necromancers?”
“Yes.”
The Blood Heaven Cult followers, thoroughly indoctrinated by heretical doctrine, believe Darkness is the “true power of the Goddess.” A strange hybrid had been born—necromancers using Darkness while praising the Deva Goddess.
“That’s what the Blood Heaven Cult truly is.”
Simon nodded heavily. There was something chilling about this tale.
[Wait a minute, woman. Your story took quite a roundabout path.]
“What do you mean?”
[I mean, why are there so many humanoid zombies in the Blood Heaven Cult?]
“……What else would it be?”
She sighed deeply.
“People who died from Core surgery, people whose Darkness Form Change failed, people who refused initiation, and anyone else they kidnapped or captured—they used them all as test subjects, and then turned them all into zombies.”
The Blood Heaven Cult grafts their own customized “Modified Cores” into people.
After opening the Core, the normally one-to-two-year period required to progress from simple Darkness release to Form Change is dramatically shortened, the users gain higher Holy Resistance than typical necromancers, and they can use special Blood Magic, but the side effects are severe.
“All these atrocities,”
Simon summed it up.
“They pin on heresy originating from the Sacred Federation itself, not on Kizen and Dark Alliance necromancers. That’s the Inquisition Director’s goal, isn’t it?”
“Precisely. And it’s the upper echelon of the Blood Heaven Cult’s goal too. They’re probably hiding documents at headquarters—fake orders claiming they take commands from Kizen.”
The scale of the incident was ballooning far beyond what he’d imagined.
Saving Anna’s life was crucial, but at this rate, the moment she recovered, Lestill would be dragged into war.
“We have to stop it no matter what.”
Simon spoke quietly, fingers interlaced. Lette nodded in agreement.
“At least we’ve prevented the worst by stopping the Sacred Express kidnapping. Now we just need to block the Heresy Inquisition and the Blood Heaven Cult from manipulating information.”
Simon glanced at the Document Briefcase in his hand.
This evidence, once held by the Blood Heaven Cult’s bishop, was the key to preventing war. But releasing it to the media as-is was impossible—information was too tightly controlled, and there was every reason to fear the Heresy Inquisition would interfere.
Going directly to the Pope was out of the question. Instead, they would hand over the evidence to a Priest whom Lette had said she trusted—someone opposed to the war.
That was the backbone of the plan.
“Well, it’s time. I’ll set up the teleportation guidance circle.”
Lette crouched in place, coating her fingertips with Holy Power and began sketching the magic circle onto the ground. Simon and Prince watched silently.
“What?”
As Lette concentrated on drawing the formula, parts of it kept disappearing. Each time she filled in one section, another would vanish.
Prince, observing this, let out a scoff.
[Hey, woman. Didn’t you say you were Efnel’s best?]
“Ugh! Stop calling me ‘woman’ all the time! I’ll bash your skull in!”
[And you keep calling me Undead!]
Simon, restraining the two from their pointless argument, also crouched down to examine the circle.
“What’s wrong?”
“The calculations aren’t off, but the teleportation formula keeps vanishing artificially. Something’s not right.”
She lifted her fingers from the ground, then unleashed Holy Power in one sharp motion, etching the circle onto the ground as if stamping it. But this time, with a sharp crack, the teleportation formula tore itself apart.
“A Teleportation Suppression Barrier? When did they—”
Her gaze shot skyward. Holy Projectiles, brilliant white, were raining down from above.
“Hell! Get down!”
All three threw themselves forward instantly. Dozens of Holy Projectiles fell upon the spot where they’d been standing, detonating in massive explosions.
“Ugh!”
Simon tumbled across the ground, thrown by the overwhelming firepower. Lette and Prince lay flat, having barely dodged the barrage.
[What—what is this?]
“There’s a Teleportation Suppression Barrier set up in this area! They destroyed my formula while reading our exact coordinates and launched their attack!”
[The Blood Heaven Cult?]
“There’s no way heretics could pull off something this sophisticated!”
Lette ground her teeth as she continued.
“These have to be Heresy Inquisitors! How are they here already?”
Simon raised his head, turning his gaze forward.
Just as Lette had said, a contingent of soldiers emerged from the northern forest, marching toward the Blood Heaven Cult’s headquarters.
“This—this shouldn’t be possible! They shouldn’t arrive for another two or three days!”
“It is strange.”
Simon’s mind raced.
The proper sequence of events would be for the Blood Heaven Cult to spread the information first, then for the Heresy Inquisitors to arrive. But the cult’s followers hadn’t fled yet, and the barrier had been set up as though they meant to seal off every last escape route.
There was only one conclusion to draw.
“The Heresy Inquisition’s intelligence network must be a step ahead of us.”
At Simon’s words, Lette finally seemed to grasp the situation, nodding slightly.
“Regardless, what do we do now? This wasn’t part of the plan at all.”
……
Simon, lost in thought for a moment, spoke urgently.
“Prince! Get into the Subspace!”
[Huh? O—okay.]
The moment Prince vanished into the Subspace, a pure white spear strike came hurtling toward them. Both ducked sharply, twisting their bodies to evade.
“This is—!”
Thud-thud-thud-thud-thud!
Two men in Heresy Inquisitor uniforms on horseback came thundering toward them. The pair spun around and bolted.
“We are Heresy Inquisitors!”
One of the mounted men raised his voice.
“Surrender immediately and submit to questioning! Refusal to comply will result in summary execution!”
Thorough. After reading their coordinates, sending Holy Projectiles, they’d dispatched troops for the kill—it was methodical.
“No need to listen.”
Lette, fleeing through the underbrush, growled her response.
“They just tried to blow us to pieces, and now they want to question us? That’s rich. They crossed the line first, so we’ll ignore them.”
Simon nodded. If they’d followed those orders, the evidence would be seized immediately.
The two bolted off the trees, and the two inquisitors on horseback charged after them, hacking wildly at the surrounding trees.
“Stop!”
“Fleeing will only deepen your crimes!”
They invoked the logic of interrogation, but their eyes blazed with the fervor of true fanatics.
Simon glanced back over his shoulder.
“This won’t do. I’ll restrain them.”
“Yes, that would be best.”
The two figures who had been running across the treetops immediately shifted direction and descended to the dirt below. The Heresy Inquisitors pulled hard on their reins, bringing their mounts to a halt.
They showed a moment of surprise at the sight of Lette’s Efnel School Uniform, but as direct subordinates of the Heretic Inquisition, they betrayed no hesitation.
“On your knees. Hands above your head.”
“Any resistance will be met with immediate execution.”
Simon and Lette lowered themselves into fighting stances. One of the Heresy Inquisitors curled his lips in a sneer and drew the Hammer from his back.
“Oh, you want to try? Then all the better—”
Float.
In that instant, both mounted Inquisitors’ bodies rose into the air, trapped as if suspended within a sphere of water.
“What—what is this!”
Then, with a whistling sound, they were hurled far into the distance. Simon blinked.
“What just happened?”
“Oh! She’s arrived!”
Lette pointed upward with a bright smile. Even the Heresy Inquisitors who had been heading toward the Blood Heaven Cult’s headquarters had stopped in their tracks.
Whoooosh—
Descending from thousands of meters above, radiant with light, came a woman with sea-blue hair. In her hands she held a White Flute, playing it slowly. Rather than music, the sound of nature itself seemed to flow from the instrument.
Simon swallowed hard.
“That person is…”
“Yes. She would be a direct junior of Anna’s.”
She spoke with a flushed, excited expression, hands clasped together.
“Saint Israfil.”
The sudden appearance of Israfil caught both sides off guard—the Blood Heaven Cult preparing their headquarters’ defenses and the Heresy Inquisitors launching their assault.
Leit’s face in particular flushed crimson with rage. He clenched his Cross Sword, grinding his teeth audibly.
“Just when I’ve come this far, an obstacle appears—!”
In the Sacred Federation, no one—not even nominally an Archbishop—could escape Heresy Inquisition authority. Leit’s investigative power superseded all.
But the Seven Saints, already transcended beyond mortal authority and treated as demigods, stood apart. They wielded supralegal power bound by no regulation whatsoever.
And Israfil was the foremost representative of the moderate faction opposing the war.
‘What is she planning, Saint?’
At her playing, the very sky began to ripple.
Leit sensed with grim clarity the worst possible scenario unfolding before his eyes.

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