Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 393

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Episode 393
Silaji and the Blood Heavenly Cult members found themselves trapped with no way out.
From the east came the zombies led by Prince; from the west, Erzsebet’s Corpse Spiders; from the north, Achemous’s Skull Wings. And from the south—directly ahead—came the Mummy Guard Corps commanded by Simon himself.
Whichever direction Silaji looked, there was no gap through which to escape. Her expression had grown taut.
“Golos, Gila, Anbante. Split up and lead your forces to engage the undead.”
“Yes!”
The three bishops who received the order dispersed rapidly.
“I’ll face the Legion Commander myself.”
Silaji drew up her Dark Element aura and fixed her gaze forward. Simon and the mummies he commanded were closing in.

* * *
“Zombies.”
Golos, a bishop of the Blood Heavenly Cult wielding two blood-stained crosses in both hands, was heading east.
Combat-ready believers and Blood Zombies followed in his wake.
[Hmm?]
Prince, sprinting with one hand gripping the crown upon his head, spotted him too.
[What? The Blood Heavenly Cult using crosses?]
“In the name of the Goddess Deva, I shall purge this abomination!”
Whoosh!
Golos launched himself skyward with a powerful thrust from the ground, swinging the bloodied crosses. Prince stopped in place and crossed both his arms in an X.
Crack!
The ground beneath Prince’s feet collapsed inward with a thunderous sound. Prince’s brow furrowed slightly.
[What’s he talking about? Isn’t Deva the goddess those Efnel people worship?]
“They are deceived!”
Veins bulged across Golos’s forehead.
“They are merely the entrenched powers who have distorted the Goddess’s teachings and turned them into a tool of control! We of the Blood Heavenly Cult are the true believers of the Goddess Deva!”
[Unbelievable.]
Prince thrust his crossed arms apart with force, hurling Golos backward.
[I’ve barely spoken a word and I can already tell just how twisted this fanatic’s mind is.]
“How dare a filthy undead presume to judge me!”
Golos raised the two crimson crosses again.
“The resurrection of the apostles is the Goddess’s true will!”
[I don’t care about any of that.]
Crack!
Prince raised both fists.
[But I can damn well see that you’re a twisted villain through and through!]
Boom!
The two charged toward each other. Despite their words running on completely separate tracks, the distance between them closed rapidly.
Thud! Crack! Boom!
Prince and Golos exchanged fierce blows—fists against crosses—while the ground around them churned into a swirling dust storm.
“Ugh!”
Golos staggered backward, falling back.
‘To think this raw strength exceeds even a bishop of my station!’
[Ha ha!!]
Prince’s eyes gleamed with excitement. The crown upon his head gleamed just as brightly.
Golos tensed and lowered his stance—
Crack!
Smack!
The pain came from behind. Blood Zombies had somehow latched onto his shoulders, neck, and thighs, tearing into him with their teeth.
“What?!”
[How do you like it when your own allies turn on you?]
Prince’s fist drove straight toward Golos’s face.
[Hidden card punch!]
Crack!
The impact was as perfect as it could possibly be.
His nose crunched with a sickening crunch, and blood sprayed from his nose and mouth.
Golos flew through the air at tremendous speed, spinning several times before crashing into the sand far below. Blood Zombies swarmed over his fallen form, tearing at his body.
And yet—
-Arrrrgh!
Other Blood Heavenly Cult believers were locked in combat with the Blood Zombies that should have been their own allies.
Prince watched the scene unfold, his fingers absently tracing the crown upon his head.
[Hmm, they’re falling faster than usual?]
Of course, the offensive was far from finished.
[Forward!]
A tide of Deathland’s signature jet-black zombies surged over Prince and crashed down upon Golos’s forces.

* * *
Crash!
Crash!
Every time a teal thread sliced through the air, Blood Zombie heads flew and tumbled like dumplings.
Though a handful of fanatics quickly raised their bladed weapons to block her advance, the thread cut straight through their steel and pressed onward.
“Kuh!”
There was Gila—the second bishop of the Blood Heavenly Cult, commanding the western theater of the battle.
She leaped skyward to evade the thread, her breath ragged, her tongue piercing glinting as her lungs heaved.
[What are you doing, human?]
Erzsebet sneered.
[Will you simply let your subordinates die like this?]
“Ghck!”
Gila had her hands full with Erzsebet alone, and in that moment Corpse Spiders descended upon the fanatics.
Erzsebet raised her right arm skyward, palm open, and silken strands erupted from her fingers like laundry lines stretching taut through the air. The Corpse Spiders shot their own webbing to connect, then launched themselves into pendulum arcs, their fangs driving deep into the fanatics’ throats.
Wet thuds—one after another—and the fanatics crumpled.
“Wretched monsters!”
Gila triggered a Magic Circle.
Blood erupted from the piercings covering her entire body—including her tongue—spraying across the sand in a crimson flood.
“Arise!”
She dropped eight Blood Golem Cores from her Subspace onto the ground.
Slorp, slorp, slorp!
The pooled blood gathered around each core and swelled like balloons taking shape.
[Oh?]
“This is my true power.”
Eight Blood Golems rose around Gila, now tethered to her will.
“Connected to eight Blood Golems, I am invincible. No damage, no wound can touch me—all regenerate.”
One of the Blood Golems seized an ally fanatic and drained their blood. The shoulder wound Gila had taken from Erzsebet moments before knitted itself shut.
“No one alive can break through my defense—!”
Slip. Slip. Slip.
Teal flashes erupted around the Blood Golems from all angles, and thin lines scored across all eight of their bodies.
[How pathetic.]
Erzsebet flicked both arms, and with a sound like shattering glass, every golem crumbled to dust.
“…Ah!”
Erzsebet’s lips twisted into a cruel smile.
[Curious, isn’t it? The Blood Golems my master learned in Kizen were never this fragile—mere toys in quantity, but toys nonetheless.]
Tick.
Tick-tick.
Now countless thin lines began scoring across Gila’s body.
[And the nature of Blood Golems:]
Erzsebet’s smile turned vicious.
[They share all damage with their caster. Is that not so?]
“N-no!”
As scratches erupted across her entire frame, Gila clawed at her own head in desperation.
“No—!”
A spray of crimson blood exploded outward.
What remained of Gila—now little more than mangled meat—lay still.
Erzsebet flicked her hands clean with disdain.
“Barely worth soiling my hands. My darlings, leave not a single one of our master’s enemies. Annihilate them all!”
-Kree-kree-kree!
The swarm of Corpse Spiders descended upon the Blood Heavenly Cult fanatics like hawks circling prey.

* * *
The northern desert was alive with the cries of strange beasts.
The Seventh Legion’s newest Undead—Skull Wings.
The Harpy was a half-human, half-bird monster as its base, with a skull and skeletal frame for its face and upper body, and thin, delicate bird bones from the waist down.
As an Undead, the Dark Element that emanated from the Skull Wing’s core flowed almost entirely toward its wings.
Its entire form was skeletal, yet sparse feathers crafted from Dark Element clung to it—a peculiar sight. With these, it prowled the skies at great speed, then seized earthly prey between its talons.
“Ahhhhh!”
It would drop prey from dizzying heights or tear open throats with its fangs.
“Watch out for the falling feathers!”
“Damn this Undead nuisance!”
And as the Skull Wings flew, feathers naturally shed from them—each laden with Curses of deadly potency to all living things.
Plague.
Burning.
Agony.
Multiple Curses dwelt within them at random.
Those ensnared by a Skull Wing and wrapped in its feathers would thrash in extreme torment until death claimed them.
“They keep coming from above!”
“Fire the Blood Flow Arrows!”
The Blood Zombies, lacking aerial capability, proved nearly useless.
They simply stood about until plucked from the earth by Skull Wings, and most of the Blood Heavenly Cult’s followers had their minds fractured by Blood Core side effects and substance abuse. Proper countermeasures were impossible.
And at the highest point in the sky.
The Ancient Undead Achemous hovered overhead with folded arms, surveying the enemy below.
He bore wings of a deep blue-black, crafted from Simon’s Dark Element, fluttering with serene grandeur.
[I’ve built a nest, yet our numbers are still too few, I’m afraid.]
For Achemous, who had only recently begun mass-producing Undead, his forces were necessarily smaller than those of Prince or Erzsebet. He deployed each Skull Wing with utmost care, as if rationing elite troops.
And yet.
[Already ten lost.]
A ponytailed man wielding tonfa in both hands—Anbante, a high priest of the Blood Heavenly Cult.
He was formidable.
He had destroyed double-digit Skull Wings alone. Those struck by his bullets lay scattered across the ground.
“When are you coming down? Legion Commander Undead.”
The man leveled his tonfa at the sky in provocation. Achemous shot upward with an expressionless face.
Then.
Shrieeeeeeeeeek!
Like a black comet, he descended to earth in mere seconds and collided with Anbante.
Boom!
A deafening impact sent sand fountaining skyward.
As the sand settled with a whoosh, Achemous’s foot and Anbante’s tonfa stood locked in a taut contest of strength, like a twisted game of tug-of-war.
“I am not like Golos or Gila.”
Click!
Anbante leveled his other tonfa toward Achemous.
Ratatatat!
Bullets erupted from the holes along the tonfa—each one a Blood Bullet, a projectile wrought entirely of blood.
Achemous shielded his body with his wings and fell back.
[Hmm.]
His expression twisted. The feathers of wings that had boasted strength beyond steel now had gaps where several were missing.
“I don’t care about the Blood Heavenly Cult or any of that. I’m just a merc from the Neutral Lands, and I got scouted because I’m damn strong.”
Anbante shrugged and continued.
“You look strong too. How about we both take it easy and call it even?”
[……Easy?]
Grrrrrrrrrrrrr!
Vast quantities of Dark Element began flowing from Achemous’s form.
[There is no ease! I have sworn to burn this body, my thoughts, and my very soul for Young Master! And!]
The usually stoic, composed expression of Achemous twisted into something monstrous, his mouth splitting grotesquely wide.
[How dare you insult the wings Young Master bestowed upon me!!]
Keeeeeeeeeeeeek!
An Area Sound Curse erupted outward. Followers spewed blood from their ears and collapsed; Blood Zombies tumbled backward en masse.
[I will slaughter you, human!!]
“Oh, no…….”
Anbante’s expression shifted to one of regret.
Achemous charged at him, trailing Dark Element like a billowing curtain.

* * *
“Charge.”
Screee-screee-screee-screee!
Simon led thousands of mummies straight into Silaji’s main encampment.
The momentum of the Ancient Undead that Herseba had summoned was formidable; if they could simply drag out the battle, victory would be theirs—but unfortunately, Herseba didn’t have the reserves to sustain a prolonged engagement.
Through Legionization she’d bought only a little time before the Barrier shattered; her power would soon be depleted.
And the moment the Barrier fell, all their advantage would evaporate.
Unlike the Blood Heavenly Cult zealots who had crossed through the Portal directly, the Ancient Undead were only temporary summons manifested through Herseba’s ability. When her space collapsed, the other Undead would scatter.
That’s why Simon had made his decision.
-Screee-screee-screee!
-Screee-screee!
To strike at Silaji directly.
“Rise.”
The magical circle drawn at Simon’s waist flared brilliantly. A cyan-green flash erupted upward, settling into the bodies of the mummies surrounding him.
The bandages shifted to a cyan-green hue, and light blazed in their eye sockets.
<Simon Original – Mummy Guard Corps>
He’d succeeded in elevating ten mummies to the status of his personal guard.
Those mummies who had become his direct subordinates pressed tight against his sides.
“Break through!”
Simon’s voice rang out.
“Stop them.”
Silaji sent the zealots and Blood Zombies surging forward. In moments, the two forces collided and a vast melee erupted.
Zombies and mummies tore at one another while the zealots unleashed Blood Flow Magic in torrents.
“Take down the Necromancer first!”
The Blood Heavenly Cult fanatics targeted Simon from above.
But then—
Whirrrrr!
Emerald-green bandages flew down, slashing through them or sending them flying.
The mummies elevated to the Guard Corps—granted the name of those who must protect their Legion Commander—were extraordinarily formidable.
-Screee-screee-screee!
In their wake, the ordinary mummies reached Silaji.
Silaji still seemed to be suffering from the agony in his heart, his expression twisted as he clutched at his left chest.
“Tch.”
As he thrust out his arm, countless blood droplets erupted forward, detonating in a cascade across the frontline. Despite the technique’s drain on his lifeblood, he wielded it without restraint.
Boom-boom-crash!
Thud!
Shredded mummies, drenched in gore, crumpled to the sand, and still more poured forward, trampling the corpses beneath them.
“Nuisances.”
Just as Silaji prepared to unleash a greater spell—
Whirrrrr!
Bandages erupted from the ground, tearing past Silaji’s legs.
“!”
His leg fell away onto the sandy earth. A Guard Corps mummy, now revealed from beneath the ground, radiated a sinister malevolence from its hollow eyes.
“How does it feel to fall victim to a technique you taught me?”
As the blood explosions cleared, Simon appeared, the Sword of Ruin raised high. Silaji’s mouth twisted into a savage grin.
“Indeed—have I truly raised such a monster?”
Silaji’s severed right leg rapidly filled with blood, forming a temporary limb.
Simon soared upward with all his strength and brought the greatsword crashing down. Silaji conjured a Blood Sword and thrust it upward to meet him.
Claaaang!
The blades of the two men collided in midair, sending out a tremendous shockwave.
Their eyes met across the crossing swords, gleaming with intensity.

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