Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 284

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer Academy — Chapter 284
That night.
The entrance to the Haldun Mountain Range.
Hoofbeats echoed rhythmically along the narrow forest path. Five carriages were traveling in formation.
Several men sat atop the carriage roofs, while others rode alongside on horseback, all escorting the convoy. What they had in common was that every one of them carried weapons.
Most striking was the flag fluttering above the carriages—a crimson banner bearing the symbol of a dagger embedded in a shield, the mark of Sentinel, the gang whose very image could silence a wailing child.
And inside one of the carriages.
Within the spacious, luxuriously appointed interior—wide enough to comfortably seat five—a young girl gazed out the window with an expressionless face.
This was Sasha, the girl both Efnel and Kizen had been searching for.
“Ha ha! So that woman finally—”
“Ugh, that leaves a foul taste!”
Crude laughter and vulgar language erupted from every corner of the carriage. The girl understood none of it.
More pressing: who were these adults?
What would become of her now?
Where were they taking her?
The adults had told her nothing.
“Hey, kid.”
One of the gang members seated to her right spoke with a heavy, commanding tone.
“Keep your eyes forward. Don’t even think about running.”
…….
Sasha lowered her head.
Two men flanked her on either side, two more occupied the front seat, and the men riding alongside in the trailing carriages completed the picture.
As he’d said, the security was so tight that escape seemed impossible.
“Uh, Captain.”
One of the gang members tilted his head toward the front seat.
“Don’t you think we’re overdoing this? All this security just for one kid.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
The slicked-back middle-aged man in the front seat turned to answer. Deep creases lined his forehead, and his expression bore the obstinate set of someone weathered by time.
“We need to watch for monsters prowling the mountains, and besides, the client mentioned there could be an attack.”
The gang member let out a dismissive snort.
“Who’d attack us? Unless they’ve got an arrow through their skull, everyone around here knows the name Sentinel. They wouldn’t dare.”
“I’m not confident even with all these men.”
The man called Captain glanced back toward the rear of the carriage.
“And clean that up, would you?”
“Ugh, what a pain.”
Leaves and twigs lay scattered around where Sasha sat.
“Damn brat, stop making this mess. We clean it up and clean it up, but it never ends.”
A gang member grumbled as he gathered the fallen leaves and tossed them out the window.
Sasha possessed a rare power.
An innate ability granted only to an elect few on this continent—neither dark magic, nor holy magic, nor pure magic, but an anomalous ability that defied categorization.
“This is disgusting.”
A single branch protruded from her broad forehead.
The gang member yanked it irritably and snapped it off with a sharp crack. Sasha gasped softly and cupped her forehead with both small hands.
“What kind of person does something like that?”
“Ha ha, no wonder the villagers hated this brat so much. The moment we said we’d take her off their hands, they couldn’t have looked happier.”
“Makes sense.”
At those words, tears began to well up in Sasha’s eyes.
“Uh, uh?”
“What the—!”
Branches burst from her body, spearing outward until they shattered the carriage window and lashed through the opening.
Fresh sprouts bloomed along the branches, unfurling into leaves that began to shower down like rain.
“What the hell! What’s happening—!”
“Don’t upset the kid!”
The slicked-back Captain barked the command. Then he moved directly to the rear seat where Sasha sat.
“You all just keep quiet. You’re no help anyway.”
Click.
He pulled a syringe-like object from his belt pouch and plunged it into her body.
It was a sedative the client had provided for use when capturing Sasha.
As the sedative took effect, the wildly sprouting branches and cascading leaves slowed their growth and finally came to a halt.
“Wow! She really is a monster—an absolute monster.”
The Slicked-Back Captain struck the gang member who’d spoken, his fist landing with a sharp crack against the man’s skull.
“I told you twice to shut your mouth. Now get back to clearing away these leaves.”
“Captain, could you let us swap shifts? I’m dying out here, seriously!”
The gang members seated on either side of the girl grumbled as they continued flinging leaves out of the carriage.
The Captain settled back into the front seat, leaning against it with a satisfied exhale.
‘The incline’s getting steeper—we’re almost there.’
One successful job, and he’d be swimming in wealth. The kind of fortune that would let him live idle for the rest of his life.
But in his experience, whenever serious money hung on what seemed like a simple task, there was always a reason for it.
He couldn’t afford to drop his guard until he stood face-to-face with the client and had coin purse in hand.
—Whiiii-iiiii-igh!
Then, without warning, a horse’s whinny pierced the air from outside. The carriage lurched and began to slow.
“What’s wrong?”
The Captain felt a chill of foreboding. He vaulted out of the carriage to see for himself. The horses at the front, which had been pulling the carriage, were rearing in blind panic.
The fear spread like contagion—within moments, all the animals were stamping and bucking, a chaos of hooves and thrashing.
“C-Captain! Look there—!”
One of the gang members pointed a trembling finger ahead.
From within the darkness-choked forest, something pale as bone was walking slowly toward them. The gang members’ faces drained of color as they cried out.
“U-Undead!!”
“Everyone, battle stations!”
Clatter-clatter-clack!
Snap-snap!
In the shadow-drowned forest, skeletons advanced with weapons in their bony hands—a sight that stopped the breath in your chest.
“Why—why are there undead here?”
The Slicked-Back Captain’s expression hardened. These were no natural undead.
“Watch yourselves! Necromancers!”
“What?”
Then, in that instant—
A small silhouette shot skyward against the night.
Her hair, a pale violet, streamed behind her. Her eyes burned red, and even the full moon rising beyond her seemed to bleed crimson.
Her two arms swept downward with terrible force.

Crack-crash-crash-crash-crash-crash!
The girl descended like a hunting beast, and as her arms carved through the air, a towering wave of blood—more than six meters high—shattered the carriage into fragments and spread outward in all directions.
“Aaaaagh!”
“Gaaah!”
The gang members aboard were sent tumbling backward by the crimson tide. Sasha, caught in the middle, gasped and her eyes flew wide.
Yet Sasha remained untouched. The wave had been conjured with her at its center.
Swoosh.
The girl dropped to the ground and rushed to Sasha, pulling her into a tight embrace.
“Were you frightened, alone like that?”
“….”
“It’s all right now.”
This woman was a stranger to Sasha—her face entirely unfamiliar.
And yet, Sasha found her voice remarkably warm.
“Get back to the carriage!”
Seeing her, the gang members drew their blades and charged forward.
“They’re going after the girl!”
“Block them!”
Boom—!
The gang members charging toward the carriage stumbled to a halt. A massive wall of ice shot up from the ground, cutting off their path.
“What in the hells—!”
Crack-crack-crack-crack-crack!
Crunch-crunch-crunch!
More ice walls erupted from the earth, slicing between the gang members like a knife cutting pizza into pieces, again and again.
“We—we can’t get through!”
“Are you all right over there?”
At the same moment, the waiting skeletons began their assault on the gang members trapped behind the ice walls.
“Damn it! The undead are coming!”
“Hold them here!”
Clang! Crash!
The weapons of the dead and the living clashed, scattering sparks.
No tactics, no strategy—only a savage melee to clear the enemy before them.
‘Damn it all!’
The Slicked-Back Captain, positioned at the front of the wagon train, spat hard onto the ground.
‘Judging by the number of skeletons, there’s more than one necromancer here.’
“Captain!”
One gang member pointed ahead.
“There—over there……!”
At the front of the wagon column, a hooded boy emerged from the darkness-shrouded path, his robes billowing as he advanced with heavy footfalls.
He walked alone.
“Another necromancer!”
As the gang members raised their weapons, eyes alert, the Slicked-Back Captain’s gaze sharpened. Why would one of those who’d been commanding the undead from behind suddenly appear at the front?
“Take him down and we can stop the skeletons! Strike first!”
Before the captain’s order had fully left his lips, the gang members rushed forward in a cloud of dust.
Within the pitch-black hood, the boy’s eyes gleamed.
“Hup!”
The first to charge raised his sword high.
“Die—”
Crack!
It happened too fast to follow. In an instant, the sword-wielder’s nasal bone crumpled inward, and blood erupted.
The boy closed in, seized the man by the hair, and hurled him backward with terrible force.
Thud!
Another gang member charging behind collided with him, and as both bodies tangled together, the boy vaulted into the air and kicked down at their midsections.
“Hrk!”
“Gack!”
Both men tumbled away, and the boy landed lightly on the ground.
“You bastard!”
A fresh gang member circled in from the side and brought an axe down with a roar.
Whoosh!
The heavy blow carved through empty air. The boy sidestepped deftly and kicked the gang member’s ankle with barely any effort.
“!”
As the man lost his balance and stumbled, the boy rose like a hawk and drove his knee into the man’s face, sending him flying backward.
“Argh!”
Whump!
Another gang member lunged at the boy from the side, targeting his back, but the boy bent his waist gracefully as though eyes were set in his spine, evading the strike.
“This damn bastard!!”
The man slashed his sword in a frenzy.
Whoosh!
Vertical slash.
Whoosh!
Horizontal slash.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Blue blade strikes streaked toward the boy in rapid succession, yet he avoided them all with minimal movements—a step here, a pivot there, the barest adjustments.
From the gang member’s perspective, it felt like his blade was cursed, never finding its mark.
“Why won’t it connect……!”
Crack!
The boy’s foot snapped across the man’s face. He screamed, blood pouring from his nose and mouth as he crumpled.
“This one can fight!”
“Surround him and take him down!”
The gang members formed a encircling formation, maintaining distance.
The boy, seeing this, bent both knees deeply and then drove off the ground with explosive force.
Boom!
He reappeared near an ice wall in the rear, and an archer who’d been standing at the back was embedded halfway into the ice, his body shattered against it.
The boy moved fluidly toward his next target, his fist wrapped in Teal-Blue Darkness extending outward.
Crack! Smash! Thud!
Overwhelming.
Like a wolf among sheep, everywhere the boy went came the sound of impacts and shattering, gang members flying through the air.
“!”
For the first time, the boy hesitated and retreated.
A vicious blade strike passed inches from his throat, cold as death.
The boy touched the thin cut on his neck, then looked up with an expression of surprise, fixing his gaze straight ahead.
“If you think only your Necromancers can wield the Dark Element, you’re sorely mistaken.”
The Slicked-Back Captain held a blade stained with Dark Element.
As his left hand moved—clutching something—a mass of black objects came streaking through the air with a sharp whistle.
Thunk!
Clang!
The boy unfurled a Darkness Shield across his front to block the assault. Black Throwing Stars scattered to the ground, embedding themselves with dull thuds in the earth.
“We’re not fools, those of us who make our living by the blade.”
The Slicked-Back Captain lowered his stance.
“We save up now, and the first thing we do is open our Cores. That era has come. This power is no longer your exclusive province, Necromancer!”
With that, the Necromancer threw back the hood of his robe.
Hair with a bluish tint came streaming forth, revealing the figure of a boy with an unmistakable aristocratic air.
“Hmm.”
The Slicked-Back Captain’s eyes widened in surprise at a face younger than he’d expected.
“We were discussing the Dark Element, weren’t we?”
As the boy spoke, his shadow vanished with a snap.
The Slicked-Back Captain spun around in alarm to find the boy already upon him. He yanked his Shield up defensively, and the boy’s fist made contact with it.
Hong Peng Original – Heavenly Inauspice
Boom!
The shockwave from the boy’s strike rippled past the Shield and crashed into the Slicked-Back Captain’s abdomen.
A grunt tore from his throat, and blood spattered between his teeth.
‘I blocked it—how is this possible!’
The Slicked-Back Captain threw aside the now-useless Shield and gripped his blade in both hands, swinging it with brutal force.
The boy retreated sideways, his right fist clenched and raised above his head.
“It’s not about who wields the Dark Element.”
Hong Peng Original – Sword Strike
Screeeech!
Blood erupted suddenly from the Slicked-Back Captain’s shoulder.
His eyes widened in shock, while the boy lowered his arm—now wreathed in Dark Element—and smiled.
“It’s who taught you that matters, wouldn’t you say?”

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