Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 345

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius, Episode 345
A transparent barrier envelops the inner castle of Aon Castle, shielding it entirely.
It can block all aerial invasions and projectile attacks aimed at the inner fortress from outside, and the device maintaining this defensive barrier is called the Guardian Stone.
“Hah… hah…”
Simon had just arrived at the inner castle’s town district where the Guardian Stone was located.
The massive crystal lay completely shattered, leaving only fragments scattered about, and signs of combat were visible everywhere.
It appeared that the Kizen student guarding this place and the beast-kin soldiers alike had all been defeated.
‘How in the world did this happen?’
As Simon crouched down to examine the broken crystal shards, he suddenly sensed movement behind him.
Exgust
A curse lashed out from behind his back. Simon twisted away quickly and, as he evaded, turned to face his attacker while preparing a curse of his own.
“Quick reflexes.”
A male Kizen student he’d never seen before was approaching him.
His school uniform was caked with dirt and torn, and blood was streaming from wounds across his body.
Simon lowered his hand and spoke.
“You’re the one who broke the Guardian Stone?”
“Correct.”
In truth, the task entrusted to Jule involved more than just hunting Simon.
The moment Jule crossed into the inner castle’s town district, he had quietly dropped a stone-shaped Chess Piece from his pocket onto the ground.
Shortly after, the Chess Piece trembled and grew, transforming into the shape of a person.
“I’m a Necromancer following the Gargoyle tech tree. I can transform into stone or statues, see? Is that explanation enough?”
As he applied the magic circle he’d drawn to his own body, his skin hardened and changed to the color of stone.
Simon recognized the Black Magic being used.
‘Statue Form.’
He had never expected to witness the Black Magic that appeared on the midterm examination in person.
In Statue Form, he couldn’t use Black Magic, but he gained strong curse immunity and near-complete immunity to physical attacks—or so Simon had learned. Most of all, by becoming inanimate, the Dark Element became harder to sense, which was why even professional Necromancers used it for concealment.
“That’s right—you’ve been playing right into Elisa’s hands from the very beginning!”
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The ground thundered as he charged forward.
Simon clenched his fists in response, gathering the Dark Element around himself.
‘Fool. My body is immune to physical attacks!’
The student threw what was literally a stone fist, but Simon sidestepped with a light dash and instantly grabbed his opponent’s back.
‘He had limits from the start.’
The Dark Element wasn’t sufficient—his back remained exposed, not yet transformed to stone.
Simon’s fist slammed into his back.
Hong Peng Original – Strike Technique
Crash!
The student flew several meters and crashed into the wall. The sound of a barrier shattering followed.
[Lac Stonebil eliminated.]
[Defense Team (11/15)]
[Siege Team (10/15)]
“Good work.”
This one’s role had likely ended with breaking the Guardian Stone.
The Gargoyle student dissipated into the air and vanished. Simon’s gaze turned toward the peak of the castle.
‘The Royal Palace is in danger.’
Simon raised the Commander’s Badge and issued orders through the communication link, then began running toward the Royal Palace himself.

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“Look, a dragon has appeared!”
“It’s the real thing—the legendary dragon! Run!”
The beast-kin soldiers were in complete chaos.
The Corpse Dragon, its entire body covered in dark scales, spread its massive wings and took flight. The soldiers of the Aon Kingdom were seized with overwhelming terror.
Each time the black dragon unleashed a thunderous roar, the soldiers dropped their weapons and fled in panic.
The black dragon soared leisurely over the castle, destroying key structures and demoralizing the troops, before finally reaching the very peak of Aon Castle.
From the sky, as the dragon looked down upon the Royal Palace, it opened its maw wide.
Dragon Breath
Kwaaaaaaang!
A black sphere shot forward and struck the Royal Palace.
With a deafening roar, a massive explosion erupted, and the ground shook as if an earthquake had struck. Stone fragments fell like rain.
The dragon, watching silently, narrowed its eyes.
‘……As expected.’
The Royal Palace was an indestructible object.
To kill the king, he’d have to shrink his body and slip inside the palace himself.
The black dragon descended to the ground, its massive form contracting. The long reptilian snout receded, reshaping into a human face, while the scales that had clung tightly to his body now hung loose and ragged.
The Moor Family’s unique power—the ability to transform into a Corpse Dragon.
Hector, now wearing the form of a man draped in the remnants of a dragon, turned toward the Royal Palace and began walking.
Clang!
The palace gates swung open and steel-clad beast-kin knights came pouring out.
Shink!
Clang!
They drew their blades and leveled them at Hector.
“We are the Royal Knight Order, chirp!”
“Chirp! Chirp! Stand down, you foul guardian of the Khan Kingdom, squeak!”
A callous ridge formed on Hector’s brow.
“Don’t give me orders, you counterfeit trash.”
“Chirp-chirp! Attack!”
“Aion!”
The knights charged forward with a roar. Hector clicked his tongue in irritation and opened a Subspace portal.
“Fight, you fools.”
Skeletons poured from the Subspace.
The moment they emerged, their bodies decomposed and reassembled into perfectly straight lines.

Hector swept his arm with a bored expression. The bone spears hovering in the air shot forward, tearing through the sky with a chilling crack.
Crack! Thud! Thud!
The bone spears pierced through the steel armor and killed the beast-kin knights instantly. Their comrades fell uselessly, but the knights pressed on, only accelerating their charge.
Shhh.
Hector extended his fingers. A thread of crimson Curse shot from his fingertips, connecting the leading knight and the four comrades behind him like a line.
“Krraaagh!”
The foremost knight raised his blade.
Hector’s body was sparsely covered in Corpse Dragon scales, and the knight aimed for the gaps, swinging with precision. But—
Cling!
Hector’s scales moved of their own accord, deflecting the blade.
“No—no!”
Now towering like a mountain, Hector raised his fist. The knight trembled with terror beneath the shadow of that giant frame.
Crack!
Hector’s fist drove through the knight’s helmet. Both helmet and skull caved in, and the knight collapsed. At the same moment, the four knights linked by the Curse took identical impacts to their heads and crumpled.
“I am a Necromancer, you insects.”
Boom!
Another knight fell to Hector’s kick. From above, freshly reassembled Bone Spears rained down like a deluge, piercing through the knights’ bodies.
“To stop me, you’d need at least—”
He spun his body in a full rotation. The dragon wings trailing from his back became blades and tore through the knights as he passed.
“Bring me Simon Florens!”
With each movement, knights lost their lives.
The elite Royal Palace Guard of Aon Kingdom was completely annihilated—it took Hector five minutes.
“Not even a warm-up.”
Hector snorted and walked toward the Royal Palace.

A Curse shot from the side like an arrow. Hector created Cancellation in his right hand and batted the Curse away.
“You won’t get past me into the palace, Hector!”
A female Kizen student from the defense team had reached the stairs. She activated the magic circles hovering around her in unison.

Hector twisted his body to evade the Curses or deployed Cancellation to nullify them, his expression unmoved.
For the final Curse, he gathered Darkness into his fist and released it at the precise moment the Curse arrived, shattering it.
“……Impossible!”
The student’s face went pale. Now Hector extended his arm.

She gasped and pressed her palms together to create Cancellation, but Hector’s Curse pierced directly through the magic circle and burrowed into her body.
“Ugh!”
She seized her throat and collapsed to the ground with a thud. Tears welled in her eyes as she coughed violently.
“Pathetic.”
Hector lowered his arm with an indifferent expression.
“Clinging to curse spam—that garbage only works in the middle and lower squads. It’s useless against top-tier students.”
“Fall back, Penggel!”
This time, a male student with tousled hair blocked the entrance to the Royal Palace. Irritation flashed across Hector’s face.
“Insects like you are worthless. Bring Simon Polentia here!”
“Sorry, but Simon’s a bit busy right now!”
The male student grinned and activated a magic circle in his palm.
Blood Silk—the foundational technique of Blood Magic, a silken fabric woven from blood—enveloped the student’s body.
“At your level, I can handle you myself!”
‘A Blood Mage this time, then.’
Hector waited coolly. The Blood Silk draped across the boy’s body layered and twisted, wrapping him in solid protection.
Blood Robe.
The male student, having completed his Dark Magic incantation, charged at Hector.
In response, Hector made the scales hanging from his body razor-sharp and hurled them.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Of course, the Blood Robe deflected every scale projectile perfectly.
“Sorry, but this is my own original Dark Magic!”
Whoosh!
The male student threw a punch. Hector tilted his body to dodge it, but the Blood Robe suddenly swelled and transformed into thorns, piercing his body.
‘It worked…!’
Hector’s expression turned glacial.
“Trivial. Garbage.”
Hong Peng Original – Heavenly Calamity.
Without complex movements or calculations, Hector simply drove his fist forward in pure, brutal force, burying it deep in the student’s abdomen.
“Hack—!”
The impact pierced straight through the Blood Robe and struck the student’s body directly. He retched and doubled over, clutching his belly.
“What kind of ‘original’ is that?”
Hector closed the distance in long strides and backhanded the male student across the face.
Crack!
“Everyone slaps a little variation on an existing technique and calls it ‘original.'”
Smack!
“They knock out fifty weaklings and think they’re something.”
Crash!
“And trash like this still infests Kizen.”
Bang!
Hector was now pummeling the male student with bare fists, not even bothering with Heavenly Calamity anymore. Eventually the Blood Robe dispersed, revealing the student’s bruised, naked body. He trembled and raised his arms pleadingly.
“Please… stop…!”
Crack!
Hector struck the student’s jaw. The whites of his eyes rolled back and he crumpled to the ground.
[Emmons Florens eliminated.]
[Defense Team (10/15)]
[Siege Team (10/15)]
“Annoying vermin everywhere…!”
Still muttering, Hector swung his arm without even looking to his side.
Clang!
He casually deflected the incoming curse with Cancellation, then turned his head—to find the female student called Penggel standing there, breathing hard.
“So you broke my Strangle with your cursework, did you? How amusing.”
Hector approached like Death itself. Penggel trembled, yet set her jaw firm and raised both hands defensively.
“Haa!”
Curses erupted from her fingertips in rapid succession. But Hector simply swung one arm back and forth, deflecting or shattering each one.
Once her prepared curses were exhausted, terror seized her face and she stumbled backward.
“So it’s just low-grade curse spam again. That worthless habit never dies.”
Hector threw his weight downward and lunged.
In an instant, the distance between them collapsed.
‘Gotcha!’
Penggel’s lips curved in a cruel smile. Hector passed straight through her wavering form.
‘Damn it—Spirit Form!’
She spun and wrapped her arms around Hector from behind.
Banshee’s Embrace
As the Black Magic effect triggered by the embrace manifested, Hector’s body turned grey and his movements ceased entirely.
“I’m afraid I’ve deceived you. I’m actually not a Curse Mage—I’m of the Banshee clan.”
Pretending to be a Curse Mage had been a ruse. Penggel’s true specialty was Necromancy.
“Banshee’s Embrace doesn’t just freeze the target’s movements—it seals thought itself.”
She tapped Hector’s cheek lightly as she spoke. Given how enormous Hector’s frame was, she looked like a cicada clinging to a tree.
“So then, how shall I finish off the young master of the Moor Family, now that he can’t move…?”
Thwack! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
Pain flared across her back as if seared by flame, and her pupils trembled.
Hector’s scales were now embedded in her back like throwing stars.
“Ah!”
Agony blanked her mind. Her concentration shattered, and focus returned to Hector’s eyes.
“Curse Mage or Summoner—it makes no difference.”
Snap.
Hector seized Penggel’s head in one hand and lifted her.
“Ahhhhh!!”
“Once I close the distance, you’ll just resort to the same petty tricks. I saw it coming.”
Hector had noticed from her excessive fixation on Curse attacks that she harbored some hidden strategy.
So he’d embedded Dark Element into his scales beforehand, then retracted them. Set to return to him after a certain interval if he didn’t control them, they became a trap of his own design.
“Disappear.”
Crack!
Snap!
Beneath Hector’s monstrous grip, Penggel’s Barrier Gauge shattered with a sickening sound.
At that very moment.
!
The sole of a shoe suddenly appeared before Hector’s face.
Crash!
Hector barely managed to raise his other hand in defense.
He skidded backward as a young man dropped to the ground, cradling Penggel in his arms.
At last.
“Kh…!”
Unable to contain his joy, Hector’s mouth twisted into a monstrous grin.
“I was just wishing I could fight you again! Simon Polentia!!”
Simon gently lowered Penggel to the ground and rose to his feet.

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