Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 202

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius — Episode 202
“P-Blast? What’s happening all of a sudden?”
“Ah, Undead!”
Simon succeeded in breaching the building with the corpse explosion, and immediately opened a subspace to send skeletons and zombies against the Hufa Tribe men.
The undead could attack humans without being hindered by line of sight. He’d succeeded in throwing the entire situation into chaos.
In the meantime, Simon’s arm reached toward Merin.
“I’ll free you now.”
Slash!
The blade of the Overlord cleanly severed the ropes binding Merin’s arms and legs.
Now free, she examined her wrists where the rope marks were still vivid, then fixed Simon with a peculiar expression.
“?”
Simon looked at her with a questioning gaze, and her face suddenly flushed crimson before she let out a shriek.
“Why did you come and not Pion—!”
Simon blinked.
“What are you talking about all of a sudden?”
Flustered, her blush spread all the way to her neck.
“No, I meant it the other way! That’s not what I meant at all! …Thank you for saving me.”
Simon couldn’t fully make sense of her stammering words, but he caught the gratitude at the end and offered her a smile.
“Cough, cough! That was quite a dramatic entrance.”
A voice echoed through the billowing dust. This time it was Dik’s.
“Dik? Turn around. I’ll cut your ropes.”
“I’m fine.”
The ropes binding Dik’s arms loosened with a soft rustle and fell into his hands. He’d used an Enchant on them.
He easily freed the ropes around his legs as well, then rose calmly from the swirling dust.
Merin pointed at him with trembling arms.
“What—what is this! You could free yourself from the ropes?”
“? Of course.”
“They’re here!”
From within the hazy view, a Hufa Tribe warrior rushed forward with a shout, raising his sword.
Dik flashed a cunning smile and pulled the rope he held in both hands taut.
“You won’t be able to see me now, friend!”
Dik threw the rope.
The rope was knotted like a noose, and in an instant it wrapped around the man’s neck and cinched tight.
“Gaghh!”
The warrior’s face twisted in agony as he dropped his sword and grabbed at the rope. In that moment, Dik yanked it hard, pulling his opponent toward him, then drove his knee up into the man’s jaw.
Crack! The man’s eyes rolled back and he collapsed face-first to the ground.
“Dik! One more coming at your side!”
Even as Simon said so, he pushed off the wall and flew forward like a martial artist, crushing a Hufa Tribe warrior’s head with a spinning kick.
“Wow, I could never fight like you even if I tried. But still—”
“Graaaaah!”
A frenzied Hufa swordsman raised his blade. Dik pretended to draw his own sword from a subspace to cross blades with him, then casually threw the noose rope at the man’s legs.
Whoosh!
Dik slid between the warrior’s legs to evade the sword swinging at him from the front, then yanked the rope hard. The man, whose weight had been shifting forward, tumbled over and was dragged across the floor.
“The weak have their own methods.”
Dik snapped his fingers as he murmured, sending a remote Enchant into the metal chunk stuck to the ceiling, which ripped free and crashed down onto the man’s head.
Thud!
Crack-crack-crack!
As dust swirled up, Dik retrieved his rope with his hand and slipped away.
“Don’t panic!”
Wichasha shouted.
“The Special Admission Rank 1 student Simon Polentia is over there! You can let the other two escape or kill them—just capture that one!”
The true target the Hufa Tribe had sought to capture was Simon, not Dik or Merin.
An organization as vast as Kizen wouldn’t bat an eye at kidnapping two first-year students.
But capturing a Special Admission Rank 1 student was different. Beyond its symbolic meaning, it was a student who Neftis had personally brought in, one Kizen had high hopes for and was actively promoting.
If they could seize such a boy, both Kizen and Neftis would have no choice but to come to the negotiating table in earnest.
“Seize him!”
The Hufa Tribe warriors surged forward, concentrating their assault on Simon.
As Simon moved to draw the Overlord with a weary expression, Merin stepped forward.
“Leave it to me.”
The magic circle she’d set up on the ceiling was complete.
She closed her eyes and raised her arms in a stretch, crossing them at the wrists. The magic circle blazed to life, flooding the space with brilliant radiance.
Whoooooosh!
As she lowered her arms in a graceful swan-like motion, it was as though she were performing Swan Lake itself upon a grand stage.
“Please, just get out of my sight! I’m sick of the lot of you!”
Her arms swept toward the enemy.
Cruel Blizzard.
Crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack!
A blizzard spell reinterpreted through the Dark Element. Black snow poured from the magic circle, sweeping up the charging Hufa warriors and scattering them like leaves.
Gasp!
The massive-bodied warriors found themselves buried in the deluge, pushed backward by forces beyond their control. The sudden indoor snowstorm plunged everyone into chaos.
“Everyone, calm yourselves!”
Wichasha grabbed a large cauldron nearby and, with brute strength, hurled it upward into the ceiling. The cauldron smashed through, and the magic circle shattered with it.
As the magic circle collapsed, Merin felt the Dark Element recoiling through her body and staggered backward.
Simon rushed forward and caught her shoulder, steadying her.
“The snowstorm’s stopped!”
“Go! Now!”
In that opening, the Hufa warriors pushed through the black snowfield and charged in with a roar.
Even through her pain, Merin reached out her right arm, but Simon grabbed her wrist and pulled it down, nodding reassuringly.
His expression remained calm, unhurried.
?
A few of the Hufa warriors felt something amiss and halted their advance.
‘The… the wind is turning red?’
Wichasha, quicker than anyone to sense the wrongness, cried out.
“No! Right now—!”
It was already too late. Red wind whipped through the space, dense with blood scent, and the legs of the clustered Hufa warriors lifted clean off the ground.
“What—what is this!”
“Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!”
Wheeeeeeeeeee!
A crimson whirlwind tore through the interior without warning. Everything caught in its radius—Hufa warriors, debris, rubble, furnishings—was sucked upward and sent spiraling.
Swirling with the vortex, blood droplets scattered like flower petals, slicing across the warriors’ skin. Anguished screams erupted from every direction.
“What… what is this?”
Merin spoke in a trembling voice. Had she moved forward just a step more, both of them would have been caught in it.
“Who could—”
“Who else?”
Simon smiled and pointed with his fingertip. Kamibarez was pushing through the collapsed wall, breathing hard.
“…Hah… hah…”
While Simon made his entrance, she had been preparing this vast-scale Blood Flow Magic. Her form stained crimson, she raised her palms.
“Please, fall down. I won’t take your lives.”
Speaking thus, she clapped her palms together with a sharp bang. The crimson whirlwind dispersed, scattering the trapped warriors in all directions.
Their bodies tore through wooden walls and disappeared inside, going limp. Some flew beyond the roof or crashed face-first into the earth, losing consciousness.
Nearly twenty soldiers neutralized in a single strike. Wichasha’s expression hardened utterly.
The tide of battle had completely reversed.
Thud-thud-thud.
Four young people led by Simon walked forward, their crimson neckties streaming behind them.
They could not possibly be mistaken for teenagers. Faced with such overwhelming power, the will to fight drained from the Hufa warriors, and they found themselves backing away of their own accord.
“Y-you’re right! You don’t mess with Kizen!”
“It’s not just the professors! Even the kids are this—!”
Sharp intake of breath.
“Now.”
Simon stopped walking and spoke, looking directly at Wichasha.
“Are you prepared to pay the price?”
……
Wichasha’s lips curled into a long smile.
“So the world speaks of Kizen, Kizen—and indeed, that reputation hasn’t gone anywhere.”
He stripped away the ornament draped across his shoulder and seized the lion skin upon his head, casting it to the ground.
“I ask you: do you know of Hong Peng, a professor at Kizen?”
This was the second time Simon had received such a question today. But Merin, standing beside him, bristled and answered first.
“A common-born nobody dares to speak her name so carelessly?”
“Hong Peng and I are both from the same plains, and we clashed often before she came to Kizen. The record stands at six wins each.”
Cough-cough-cough-cough-cough-cough-cough-cough!
A vast wave of Dark Element surged from his body.
“You ask if those trained by Hong Peng could defeat me—someone who has fought her to the death?”
He slowly lowered his stance, placing both hands on his knees.
Simon clenched his fists and dropped into position when Merin and Kamibarez suddenly surged forward in front of him.
“?”
Simon turned to them, bewildered.
“Simon! Get back!”
“He’s targeting you.”
Merin fanned out her right hand while Kamibarez curled hers into a gun shape.
Boom!
Wichasha charged forward with a crash, sliding across the ground. Kamibarez immediately fired a blood projectile at him.
Ting!
Wichasha flicked his arm casually, deflecting it away from his face. In the same breath, a Magic Circle bloomed from Merin’s palm.

Whoosh!
A broad barrier of ice unfurled across the front, and Wichasha swung his fist.
Crack! The barrier shattered more than halfway through, a hole punching open as Simon grabbed Merin and wrenched her back hard.
Whoosh!
“Gasp!”
A massive arm erupted through the ice, missing the space where she’d stood by mere inches.
Crunch-crunch-crunch!
Without pulling his arm back, Wichasha ran sideways, shearing through the ice and tearing himself free.
“Just as your friends said!”
He charged at Simon’s flank like a raging bull.
“All I need is you, and my purpose is achieved!”
Simon watched the fist drive forward calmly, then snapped his head—a chilling sonic crack tore through the air as the punch sliced empty space.
‘He dodged that? That easily?’
Simon’s body rotated from the head dodge, a spinning kick coming in. As Wichasha raised his arm to guard his face—
Snap-snap!
A rope held taut, unmoving. Dik had slipped behind him unseen and looped a line around his right arm, anchoring it to the wall.
Beside Dik’s grin and the V-sign he flashed, Simon’s sole rushed forward.
Crunch!
Wichasha’s nose crumpled, blood erupting like a burst dam. His body twisted sideways.
“Ugh!”
Merin’s left arm moved.
Her signature “Dual-Cast”—from the Magic Circle she’d positioned in her left hand, ice flowed out, seizing Wichasha’s body as he tried to rebound and forcing him into a prison of frozen stone.
Kamibarez dove in, her eyes burning crimson.
Tap.
A small, delicate fist touched Wichasha’s abdomen. His eyes widened in surprise—what was this?
Blood smeared across her knuckles had painted a Blood Flow Magic circle on his stomach.
She drew her fist back tight and drove it forward toward the circle.

Boom!
The moment the Magic Circle on her fist connected with the one on his abdomen, a colossal blood explosion erupted, obliterating the ice and hurling Wichasha backward.
Boom!
He crashed into the wall, a thunderous impact echoing beyond sight.
“Nice!”
Cheers erupted from all sides.
Simon and Merin high-fived while Kamibarez exhaled sharply, lowering both arms to her sides.

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