Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 390

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School – Episode 390
Silaji Bisabar.
Blood Magic professor for the 1st Year, 1st Semester.
From Simon’s perspective, she was the Kizen professor he’d met first—the one who’d brought him to Rocksum on the Imperial Whale during the opening ceremony—and for that reason alone, her memory remained particularly vivid.
But that person’s name was—
‘Why would Professor Walter…?’
An ominous premonition crawled up his spine.
“What did you do to Professor Silaji?”
“Do to her? What could I do?”
Walter’s lips curved upward.
“I am Silaji.”
At the third voice echoing like a reverberation from Walter’s throat, Simon’s expression went hollow.
“But Professor Silaji was clearly sent on a mission—”
“That’s right. The mission forced me to leave Kizen.”
This man, grinning widely, seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself.
“But for this Apostle’s Descent Plan, I had to remain in Kizen no matter what. So I sent my disciple Walter as my replacement to Kizen, and then—”
Walter placed his hand over his chest and smiled.
“I consumed him.”
“……!!”
“And I returned to Kizen in his body. I can never thank my dear disciple Walter enough for his sacrifice.”
As the massive truth exploded into the open all at once, Simon could not collect himself.
‘…I’m not entirely sure what “consumed” means precisely, but one thing’s certain—Silaji has taken Walter’s body.’
Then the handwriting analysis confirming a different person also made sense. Walter’s signature and Silaji’s signature wearing Walter’s form could never be the same.
The various puzzle pieces that had lingered as questions in his mind fell into place.
From the Blood Heavenly Cult to this current promotion exam incident—the mastermind behind it all was not Walter.
It was Silaji, the very first professor Simon had met.
Simon’s fists clenched hard.
“Why would you do this? They’re your disciples. You even cherished Kamibarez!”
“I did cherish her. Kamibarez with her rare Ursula Blood, and you with your SM-1 Blood—all of you are precious. But.”
He smiled.
“For the purpose of the Apostle’s Descent, you are nothing. Every 1st Year student will become a sacrifice for this great achievement. We needed numerous fresh, vibrant cores and hearts.”
A chill raced down Simon’s spine, and his face hardened.
“Sacrifices?”
“Those statues you saw outside—that’s what the sacrifices look like. They’ve completed their hearts’ offering.”
Simon recalled Merin’s petrified form, and those of Toto and Hector.
Under the shock that flooded his mind, both body and thought froze solid.
“Then you—!”
“You are a most sensible student.”
Walter—no.
Silaji, wearing Walter’s form through some terrible dark magic, cut off Simon’s words.
“You’re restraining even that seething rage, buying time for the professors outside to breach this place.”
“…….”
“It won’t work.”
His finger pointed to the Blood Circle spread open above them.
“That Blood Circle is my masterpiece, created through hundreds of years of research. No living being can break through it. Not Bahil, not Jane, not even Neftis herself.”
Simon could sense that his words were true.
Neftis had dispatched Silaji, an authority on Blood Magic, precisely to destroy that Blood Circle blocking the dungeon’s entrance.
But by cruel irony, that very Blood Circle was created by Silaji herself.
‘…Wait. She just said hundreds of years of research.’
Simon studied the body Silaji occupied and continued speaking.
“Just how long have you been committing these horrors?”
“A foolish question. Do you count how many meals you’ve eaten? I have existed for a very long time. I am a monster just like your idol, Neftis.”
He opened his palm.
“My name is Silaji Bisabar. I am an immortal Necromancer who pursues truth, and—”
His eyes flashed.
“The Archbishop of the Blood Heavenly Cult.”
Whoosh!
The Blood Circle blazed with brilliance, and the red light all around intensified further. Simon desperately gripped his Greatsword tighter, fighting to suppress his boiling blood.
“This is a separate space. No intrusion from outside is possible. All 1st Year students have become ‘sacrifices.’ Now you are the sole hope.”
Crack!
Simon raised the Sword of Ruin high above his head.
‘My opponent is Professor Kizen.’
Watching Silaji stand motionless, emanating darkness without a flicker of hesitation, sweat began to pour down the hand gripping his sword hilt.
‘And simultaneously, the Archbishop of the Blood Heavenly Cult. Even wearing Pier’s Bone Armor, can I win?’
A direct confrontation was dangerous.
There was only one way forward.
Simon’s eyes darted sideways. There, impaled on Silaji’s red spear, hung the slumped form of the Dungeon Master.
She hadn’t killed it—she’d sealed it away.
‘If I kill the Dungeon Master, this dungeon collapses. I can summon the professors outside!’
If he could draw either Jane or Bahil in, that would be ideal. Having formulated his strategy, Simon gathered all his strength into his right leg.
Crack!
A fissure split the ground beneath his feet. He kicked off hard against the earth and charged forward.
‘Draw all of Silaji’s attention to me!’
Silaji watched him expressionlessly, her hands unmoving, no magical circle taking form.
‘What is she plotting?’
In that moment of uncertainty, Simon’s eyes caught something.
Tiny droplets of blood hung suspended in the empty air.
Without hesitation, Simon slammed on the brakes and hurled himself away from his position.
Boom!
The minute blood droplets erupted into a Blood Explosion large enough to swallow one or two people whole.
“Hmm.”
Something flickered in Silaji’s eyes.
“……You evaded that? You’ve encountered this technique before.”
There was no point in hiding it.
Simon circled rapidly toward the side where no droplets hung, shouting as he moved.
“The Sacred Express Train attack by the Blood Heavenly Cult in the Sacred Federation!!”
His white greatsword descended toward Silaji’s back.
“I was the one who defeated the Blood Heavenly Cult bishop there! Archbishop!”
At that instant, the blood droplets floating before Silaji pivoted sharply backward. They detonated in rapid succession, and the resulting blood flow pushed Simon’s greatsword back.
“Clever. Using both strength and words to keep my attention fixed on you.”
Silaji’s head turned.
“While your partner sneaks around preparing something from behind.”
[Ah!]
Herseba, who had been stealthily approaching the sealed Dungeon Master, gave a startled gasp.
“Run, Herseba!”
Blood chains surged from all directions, reaching to seize her. She screamed and shot upward into the air.
Boom!
Meanwhile, Simon’s greatsword and Silaji’s blood droplets collided once more. This blood flow magic, where offense and defense occurred simultaneously, remained formidable.
‘I can’t break through because of the Blood Explosion!’
“That darkness emanating from the Bone Armor you wear. And a strength far beyond what a student should possess.”
Silaji let a leisurely smile cross her face.
“There’s only one Necromancer who can freely command an uncontrollable Ancient Undead. Isn’t that right? Legion Commander of the 7th Legion of Betrayal.”
“…….”
Simon exhaled roughly and let out a bitter laugh.
The Archbishop of the Blood Heavenly Cult and the Legion Commander of Betrayal.
Now that they both knew each other’s true identities, their fates could lead only to mutual destruction.
“If you’re a Legion Commander, then I suppose I need to become more serious as well.”
Snap!
Silaji flicked her finger. The sealed Dungeon Master’s body was drawn into the red spear piercing through its chest. The red spear then transformed into a magical circle and fixed itself to the nearby stone wall.
“A seal that no one can undo unless they kill me. And.”
Silaji tucked her elbow against her side and opened her palm.
Rumble, rumble, rumble!
More than a thousand crimson droplets poured forth, filling the space around them with a deep red hue. Each and every one carried the effect of a Blood Explosion.
As Silaji swept her arm, all thousand blood droplets came hurtling toward him at once.
Scrape!
A tearing sound erupted from between Simon’s teeth.
‘With all my strength!’
He stamped his right foot against the ground. Simultaneously, he angled his greatsword blade vertically, then rotated it to present its flat side.
‘Not a sword strike—a Sword Wind!’
Simon twisted his body and released a battle cry.
Deuterentz channeled the rotational force generated by his power directly into the blade.
Kwaaaaaaaaa—!
He swung.
Wind pressure erupted violently along the greatsword’s arc, hurling every cascading droplet in the opposite direction.
Silaji responded instantly. The droplets, driven back by the wind pressure, clustered together rapidly before transforming into two colossal blood spheres, each ten meters in diameter.
Their cores burned crimson, their edges rippling with black—and both came crashing down upon Simon.
[Dodge, boy!]
Simon hung suspended in the recoil of his swing, so Pier seized his legs directly.
As Simon launched himself skyward, the blood spheres struck. Detonation.
“……Ah!”
A blood-wrath that could topple mountains itself.
The earth fractured. The air boiled. A distant ridge, far removed, crumbled from the shockwave.
“Nngh!”
Simon, having escaped by the narrowest margin, staggered and dropped to one knee.
[Boy! One more comes!]
Fwooosh!
The second sphere tore through a crimson wind, descending toward the ground.
‘Space itself—’
Recoil still wracked his body, but he had to expend every ounce of strength. Simon gritted his teeth and twisted his frame.
‘Cutting Sense!!’
Zzzzzzzzzzzip!
The Sword of Ruin carved a long, jagged scar across the sky, and the blood sphere within split with a crack before detonating.
The sphere split, but its outer shell—not the core—scattered into smaller droplets that rained down on Simon.
‘Fragments—!’
[Little one!!]
Herseba rushed to the front, shielding Simon. At the same moment—
Kerploooom!
The droplets detonated in unison, engulfing Simon’s body.
An explosion no longer describable as merely human blood—it transcended such categories.
Silaji watched the terrain-altering Blood Explosion with perfect composure.
As the dust settled, Simon’s form emerged—surrounded by golden architecture and the body of the Overlord.
The Overlord shrieked and fractured, and through the cracks, Simon’s eyes appeared.
The Overlord had taken catastrophic damage. Simon retrieved all the blades and rose to his feet.
Fwoosh.
Then he drew Herseba and gripped her in his left hand—the one not wrapped in Pier’s Bone Armor. The moment he lifted her, a golden cloak began forming around Simon’s body.
“Herseba.”
Simon spoke gravely.
“I’m going to use the Third Authority. Is that all right?”
[Absolutely not!]
Herseba shrieked.
[I nearly vanished completely during that Duel Evaluation thing! I don’t ever want to use it again! You said you’d seal it for a while!]
“But if we don’t, we’re both finished.”
[……Ugh.]
Clap. Clap. Clap.
Applause rang out. Simon’s scowl deepened as he turned to see Silaji, laughing, clapping her hands.
“Impressive. It would be a shame to kill you, no matter how many times I see it.”
She lowered her hands.
“I’ll erase everything you’ve done up to now. Come with me.”
“……What?”
“Walter’s position has opened up. Join me as my disciple—and as an Archbishop of the Blood Heavenly Cult. Just overlook this one incident, and your life will be…….”
Silaji’s words trailed off.
Simon was laughing aloud.
It was a hollow, mirthless sound.
Then, as the laughter died into something glacial, Simon’s arm fell.
“……I’m going to be sick.”
The atrocities of the Blood Heavenly Cult that Simon already knew of were beyond counting.
They lured citizens of the Sacred Federation into unstable Core Opening Surgery, and those who failed they transformed into Blood Zombies after horrific experiments.
They kidnapped passengers from the Sacred Express Train.
They attempted to sacrifice innocent Kizen students as sacrifices to Black Magic.
They shattered the peace between the Dark Alliance and the Sacred Federation, intent on igniting a vast war that would slaughter countless more.
At least the Saint Phlema, the primary architect of the Saint Incident, had her own convictions—loyalty to the goddess and the Sacred Federation.
But the Blood Heavenly Cult. Silaji.
“I’m not particularly fond of binary morality.”
Steel rang.
Simon hoisted both the Sword of Ruin and Herseba simultaneously as he spoke.
“You are the most terrible evil on this continent. Silaji Bisabar.”
Silaji let out a thin, metallic laugh.
“I think so too.”

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