Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 227

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School Chapter 227
Talaje’s abilities were simple.
As a slime-type undead, he could freely transform his shape using liquefaction, and he could detach parts of his body to create clones.
And through Legion Commander Magnus’s dark magic, these abilities were magnified even further, allowing him to succeed in extracting his sole weakness—his heart—to the outside.
Currently, Talaje kept ten hearts stored externally, and even if his body was destroyed, he could expend a heart to undergo asexual reproduction in place and be born anew as a separate entity.
His resurrection ability was similar to Simon’s ancient undead, Prince, but the difference was that Talaje directly consumed his own heart and was reborn.
Extreme survivability.
Talaje didn’t possess abilities specialized in reconnaissance, but Magnus highly valued his capacity to survive with a hundred percent return rate, even if discovered or encircled by enemies.
And now, Talaje was tracking the traces of the mysterious ancient undead he’d encountered in the Scream Jungle, following Magnus’s orders.
[…….]
There was progress.
Talaje, who had been sweeping through the grass with long tentacles, dragged a tentacle across the dirt floor.
[Unknown Underground Ruins discovered. Traces match ancient undead.]
Talaje instinctively felt he’d found a crucial clue. He wanted nothing more than to venture deep into the ruins, but a dangerous scent emanated from this point onward.
He decided he should return and report to Magnus, call for reinforcements, and search together.
Crack!
The surrounding trees, their pale rings exposed, shot skyward. Talaje turned to look behind him.
[!]
There stood the skeleton of the very ancient undead Talaje had been searching for. And a necromancer was wearing it as Bone Armor.
[Who…….]
The words never finished.
The moment the trees fell, Talaje’s neck too followed a clean diagonal line and dropped to the ground with a soft thud.
“Nine times.”
A man’s voice echoed bleakly.
“Just nine more deaths and you’ll disappear, right?”
Gurgle-gurgle-gurgle.
Talaje’s decapitated body melted like water, transforming into a pitch-black pool.
Moments later, the pool churned and whirled, and an intact Talaje erupted from it.
[I am Talaje.]
The center of his body split open, forming a mouth as he spoke.
[Commander of the Magnus Legion. Unknown necromancer. I request you reveal your identity.]
Simon swung the Sword of Ruin without hesitation. The air split vertically, and this time Talaje smoothly bent his waist to evade.
[Your act of attacking me. An act of turning the Magnus Legion into an enemy.]
“Of course!”
Simon stepped on the dark element and launched himself upward.
“I know!”
After so long, wearing the Bone Armor as a Pion filled his entire body with power.
With just one footfall, the ground sank deeply, and Simon’s figure shot forward like a ray of light.
Slash!
With the charge came a blow that sent one of Talaje’s arms flying high into the sky.
[Regenerate.]
Talaje twitched, holding his severed left arm, but nothing happened.
[Regenerate. Impossible.]
Simon, who had braked hard and come to a stop, rotated his hips and swung his sword.
That long-range blade strike was quite threatening, so Talaje hurriedly retreated.
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!
But the slash struck not Talaje but the ground beneath his feet. With a roar, the earth fractured, and dust and gravel erupted, obscuring Talaje’s vision.
“Like this!”
Simon planted his right foot forward with force, as if launching himself, and poured strength into the hand gripping the greatsword.
“You can’t dodge what you can’t see!”
Rip-rip-rip-rip-rip-rip-rip!
The second strike, unleashed like a flurry, tore through the curtain of dust and split Talaje’s upper and lower body horizontally.
Simon’s face brightened.
‘I did it! Already killed him twice—wait?’
But this time, he hadn’t killed him. From the upper half that had fallen, Talaje’s head rotated in a direction it shouldn’t, staring at Simon.
Immediately after, Pier’s urgent voice reached his mind.
[Boy! Aim for the neck, not the chest! You need to sever the neck to expend his lives!]
‘That does seem to be the case.’
As Simon re-gripped the greatsword, Talaje’s mouth opened.
[You lot. A legion.]
Simon charged forward with a set jaw, and Talaje—reduced to nothing but his upper body—began fashioning small legs beneath himself to move.
[Ancient Undead. Cannot be controlled unless you’re a Legion Commander. You are a Legion.]
Though the voice carried no inflection, Talaje seemed startled, his words tumbling out without pause.
[Magnus’s eighth hypothesis confirmed. The 7th Legion Commander has returned. Must report this.]
“Never!”
Simon bounded forward in quick succession, catching up to the short-legged Talaje and swinging his greatsword.
“I won’t let you!”
Talaje twisted his torso like a corkscrew, stretching out his remaining arm.
The arm transformed into the shape of a drill and thrust forward like a spear, but Simon pivoted swiftly from attack to defense and blocked it.
In that moment, as Talaje tried to slip away—
‘Open Gate!’
The Overlord’s blade surged upward, trapping Talaje’s body. Simon clenched his free left hand into a fist and twisted sideways.
‘Shred!’
Shriek-crack-crack-crack-crack!
As the tentacle blades coiled around Talaje’s body and squeezed, his form shrank steadily until, with a wet pop, chunks of flesh scattered to the ground.
‘That’s eight lives down.’
One of Talaje’s severed pieces transformed into a black pool. It bubbled and churned, then reformed into a larger version of Talaje. Even the arm he’d lost before had returned.
[Troublesome indeed.]
Pier’s voice echoed across the field.
[That’s not regeneration—it’s closer to recreation. No matter how dire the battlefield, his survival rate is always one hundred percent! Never drop your guard!]
“Yes!”
That’s precisely why he’d come to Pion—to shatter that perfect record.
Simon seized his greatsword and fixed his eyes on Talaje. The key was to give him no respite, to press forward relentlessly and whittle away his lives as quickly as possible.
‘I need to burn through at least five more lives in the next ten minutes.’
Thump.
Talaje bent at the waist and pressed both palms against the ground. His body erupted like a geyser, sprouting drills of varying sizes in all directions.
“Tch!”
As Simon dodged the incoming drills, Talaje’s main body fled into the dense forest.
Slash.
But something sharp sliced through him, nearly cleaving him in half. Had he ignored it and kept walking, he would have been split clean in two.
Startled, Talaje retreated and stared ahead. In the darkness, a thin wire caught the moonlight, visible and invisible in turns.
[Where are you rushing off to in such haste?]
Whir-whoosh!
Spider silk erupted from all sides like a whirlwind, wrapping Talaje tight.
Erzsebet emerged from the darkness and gestured gracefully, her web boring through Talaje’s body and tearing him to pieces.
“Erzsebet!”
[All seven of Talaje’s clones have been disposed of without incident, my lord. The main body now has seven lives remaining.]
Bubble-bubble.
Talaje, already dead three times, transformed back into a black pool. It churned violently before his massive form coalesced once more.
[Fall back.]
He thrust his right arm, now transformed into a drill, at Erzsebet. She raised a single index finger with grace.
Screech-crack!
The drill froze inches from her face. A gossamer thread held firm across its point, completely blocking its path.
[Ancient Undead. There is another.]
Talaje’s voice rang with unmistakable alarm.
[New Legion Commander. Possesses two Ancient Undead. Danger escalates. Must survive and report.]
Zzt!
Talaje poured force into his arm and shattered the web. Erzsebet rolled away, avoiding the charge, and raised her palm upward.
[So many openings.]
Spider silk wound around Talaje’s hind legs as his weight shifted forward, hoisting him high into the air.
As if waiting for this moment, dozens of Corpse Spiders descended in a pendulum arc and sank their fangs into Talaje’s body. Green venom dripped steadily as he shrieked in agony.
[Now is the moment!]
“Well done, Erzsebet!”
Simon, poised to strike, swung his blade through empty air. Talaje’s body, stiffened by venom, allowed his head to be cleaved perfectly in two by the slash, and it fell to the ground.
‘Six lives left!’
There was not a moment to relax his grip on vigilance.
Talaje’s severed head transformed into a black pool, bubbling and churning. A smaller version of him emerged from within and launched skyward with a wet pop.
[Magnus. Must inform. Rocksum holds two Ancient Undead.]
Talaje glanced around desperately, seeking an escape route, when something erupted from the opposite side of the ground.
[!]
It was blindingly fast. The small boy appeared in front of Talaje in an instant and threw a punch.
With a deafening boom, Talaje went tumbling backward.
[Ha ha ha! Not a chance! You fool!]
Prince laughed triumphantly from midair.
Zombies swarmed over Talaje as he lay crumpled on the ground, his torso twisted. Simon, who had followed close behind, traced a spell matrix with his left hand—the one not holding his greatsword—and clenched his fist.
Corpse Explosion.
Kaboom!
A massive explosion tore through Talaje’s immobilized body.
Talaje, caught in the full force of the blast, shriveled into the pond.
[Boy! That’s five!]
[Five lives remaining!]
Pier, Simon, Erzsebet, and Prince—who had just descended—took positions circling the pond, ready to intercept him no matter which way he fled.
[Ancient Undead. Estimated three of them.]
Talaje’s voice echoed from within the viscous pond.
[Critical threat. Priority One report target. 7th Legion growth. Beyond expectations. Extreme danger if not contained.]
The pond began to churn and bubble violently.
[Must survive. Must report to Magnus.]
Whoooosh!
Countless drills erupted from the pond. Simon and the commanders dodged the attacks while striking down every drill that burst forth.
Pier shouted.
[We don’t know which is the main body! Destroy every single one!]
The drills sprouted legs the instant they hit the ground and began scurrying away.
Simon wielded the Sword of Ruin to cleave through multiple drills at once, while with his other hand he controlled the Overload, skewering the scattered ones.
Pier supported Simon with Bone Armor while commanding a legion of Skeletons to pin down the fleeing drills.
Erzsebet sent Dark Element flowing through the spider webs she had laid across a wide area, wielding them like blades to shred the drills.
Prince led his zombie horde to block the escape routes, cutting down the fleeing Talaje copies.
The one who caught the main body was—
Crack!
Prince. The main body shattered under his relentless barrage of punches, transforming into the churning form of the pond itself.
Prince laughed with delight.
[I got it! This is the main body!]
[Stay focused! Four more to go!]
Prince licked his lips and waited in front of the pond.
[Come on! Come on! Show yourself! I’ll finish off those last four lives in a heartbeat!]
Whoooosh!
The pond surged high. From within it, a single colossal drill erupted, piercing through Prince’s torso and rocketing past.
“Prince!!”
[Must survive. Must survive. Must survive.]
Beneath the fleeing drill, human legs kicked free. Talaje, his body already swollen to grotesque proportions, fled madly through the Forbidden Forest.
Slash!
Slash!
Yet wounds began appearing across Talaje’s body as if carved by a blade.
[No escape.]
The spider webs laid by Erzsebet and her spider legion tore into Talaje’s form, slowing him down. Fighting to break through, his body became shredded and ragged.
Tap-tap-tap-tap-tap!
A boy dashed across the fine gossamer threads laid by Erzsebet, the Shadowless Cloak billowing behind him.
“Pier!”
[Got it!]
Simon leaped from the web and swung the Sword of Ruin.
Slice!
Talaje’s left leg was severed as he fell, but even as he toppled, he spawned new legs directly from his torso and scrambled onward like a centipede.
“Get ready! Prince!”
Simon pulled a zombie from his pocket dimension, touched it once with the Gray Ring, and hurled it with all the force of Bone Armor.
As the zombie flew like a projectile, black lightning crashed down with a thunderous rumble.
[Ha ha ha!]
Prince, having descended upon the zombie, landed perfectly astride Talaje’s body.
[Resurrection arts!]
The boy’s interlaced fists rose high.
[You’re not the only one who has them!]
Boom!
Prince’s fist caved in Talaje’s midsection, driving him into the ground like a nail.
Talaje went limp, and Simon and Pier finished the job, hacking off his head with crossed sword strokes.
Talaje’s body dissolved back into the pool.
[Three left!]
[Three chances remaining, everyone! Hold on just a little longer!]
Erzsebet didn’t join the fray immediately; instead, she moved swiftly alongside the Corpse Spiders, laying down webs across the surrounding ground. This time, there would be no carelessness—Prince took up a proper defensive stance, eyes fixed on the pool.
Simon waited at a distance, greatsword in hand.
‘No matter what—I’m finishing all three remaining rounds here.’

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