Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 395

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School – Chapter 395
A third form of mana born from the fusion of Darkness and Light—a power that had never existed in the world until now.
Void.
“This cannot be……!”
Silaji felt her head throb merely by witnessing it.
The fusion of Darkness and Light, forces in absolute opposition? She would sooner believe that a demon and an angel had coupled.
Centuries of pursuit, centuries of research meant to grasp the truth—all of it felt utterly negated and crumbling beneath this power that should not exist.
Her mind, trained in necromancy, fought endlessly to analyze it, yet the more she tried, the more severe the headache became, the more despair consumed her thoughts.
A blade.
She needed a blade.
Had she held a sword in her hand at that moment, she would have driven it through her own skull without hesitation.
Her temples pounded. Her organs twisted. Saliva dripped from her lips. Merely by looking, a person could feel themselves going mad.
“This cannot be!!”
That thing had to be removed from her sight at once.
In response to Silaji’s will, the Enhanced Blood Zombies surged forward in a torrent.
[Boy!]
“It’s fine, Pier.”
Simon calmly held Pier back, then brought the Void—which had taken the form of a sphere—close to his chest.
Whoooosh—
The Void then engulfed Simon and transformed into the shape of a garment.
A cloak of deep cyan light that mirrored the cosmos draped gently around Simon’s body, its edges fluttering in the wind.
Simon had now clothed himself in Void.
-Uuuuuu!
The Blood Zombies rushed forward to tear at Simon’s throat, but—
Shhhhk—
They were not permitted to draw near. Their entire bodies crumbled into black ash and scattered away.
Shhk!
Shhhk-shhhk!
In moments, all twenty zombies that had surrounded Simon had become ash and scattered to the wind.
Only silence remained, as if there had never been anything there at all.
“What in the world is that!”
Silaji brought her two hands together with a sharp clap and thrust them forward.
Countless droplets of blood flew out, creating bursts of varying sizes as they detonated in succession.
Thud-thud—
And through those crimson explosions, Simon—now clad in Void—walked forward with an expressionless face. Not a speck of damage marked his skin.
A power that transcended the very laws of the world. Something beyond all measure.
“!”
Silaji’s head bowed. His two feet were dragging toward Simon.
That was not all. Blood droplets, rocks and debris from the canyon walls, severed corpses—everything was being drawn toward Simon.
‘Gravity?’
The empty Void was hungrily pulling in all things around it. Yet everything it drew in never reached Simon—instead, it crumbled to ash and scattered away.
All things were being erased by Simon.
“This is troublesome.”
Simon murmured, then brought a finger to the Void robe he wore. At that, the gravitational force began to discriminate. The wind, sand, light, and pebbles around him were no longer pulled in.
Yet Silaji was an exception. She pressed down with all her Darkness concentrated in both legs, resisting.
“Graaaaaah!!”
Her eyes bloodshot, she raised both arms and braced them before her.
The moment when centuries of achievement would bear fruit lay before her eyes.
The Apostle Resurrection Plan was perfect.
There was nothing—not even Neftis standing at the Sacred Federation Border, nor anyone else, not even Kizen itself—that could have stopped it.
And yet!
‘Defeated by some mere child!!’
Kukunkunkunkunkunkunung!
Silaji moved her fingers and activated her specialty: Blood Stone Magic. Behind her, a red gemstone structure rose up.
<Silaji Original – Longinus>
Craaack!
The structure shattered, and a lance of purified blood shot forward.
The very Black Magic that had sealed away the Dungeon Master outside with a single strike. Yet—
Shhhwoop!
Even Longinus was drawn into the Void and disappeared.
“……!”
At that same instant, Silaji felt something violent tear through her body.
She forced her rigid head to turn, gazing to the right.
A quarter of her upper torso had been ripped away, exposing the raw crimson flesh beneath, and behind her, the Longinus she’d fired at Simon moments before was now sailing back through the air.
“Nngh!”
She staggered and collapsed.
The moment her Dark Element aura unraveled from her legs, gravity seized her once more, dragging her sliding toward Simon.
Simon continued his steady advance, and the distance between them shrank with each step.
“What in the name of all hells are you?!”
Silaji shrieked in desperation.
“How can such power even exist?!”
Simon did not answer.
He felt the answer wasn’t worth giving.
‘Damn it.’
Silaji, who had survived through countless ages and transgressed every boundary, felt her will to live and her ambitions grow only more obsessive.
Still bleeding profusely, she drew a magical circle on her own body with her blood, then activated it.
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!
A self-detonation of blood. Simon’s brow creased, and he halted his stride.
Beyond the vast wave of blood that erupted, Silaji—her body now visibly shrunken—scrabbled across the ground on all fours, gasping as she crawled and ran.
“Not yet! I haven’t lost yet!”
And there before her unfolded the same crimson portal that had summoned her followers before.
“The Apostle shall be resurrected!”
Shrieking like a cornered beast, Silaji hurled herself into the portal. The moment it sealed shut, the followers who had been locked in combat with the undead wore expressions of shock and confusion.
“The… the High Priestess fled!”
“Did she abandon us?”
Crack!
Prince, having just slugged a follower to the ground, twisted his face into an expression of contempt.
[Of course! I can’t fathom why you clowns kept falling for a charlatan’s tricks!]
Beside him, Erzsebet held her cheek in her palm, her eyes glazed with rapture.
[……He was just so magnificent!]
Behind her, followers hung strung up in spider webs like laundry on a line.
Bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang!
Behind the two Ancient Undead exchanging remarks, a winged undead with black feathers descended from above, kicking up clouds of dust.
[Achemous!]
He had seized the neck of Anbante, the third High Priest, with brutal force.
“Nngh!”
Anbante’s prized pair of tonfa had already been shattered to pieces.
[The core’s damaged. We’ll torture the information out of him and pinpoint where that bastard Silaji escaped to.]
Prince let out a barking laugh.
[Achemous, dead last! You’re the slowpoke here! Take a lesson from your senior!]
[But everyone—]
Erzsebet pointed toward Simon.
[What’s the Legion Commander doing over there?]
Simon began gathering the Void he wore like a garment into his right hand.
Whoooooooo!
The air around him thrummed and vibrated; the desert night swirled into a maelstrom. The entire wasteland trembled beneath the weight of such terrible power.
[L-Legion Commander?]
Simon’s attack was not yet—
‘I will find you.’
finished.
He would not let Silaji slip away like this. Simon pushed his concentration to its absolute limit and closed his eyes. Darkness consumed his vision, and there appeared the world of shadow, starlight, and emptiness that dwelt alongside that presence.
‘I will find you.’
Simon now perceived a dimension beyond space and time. His sight spun wildly, and the universe around him expanded and contracted in endless cycles.
The search did not take long.
Centered on Simon’s own position, he sifted through dust and particles again and again until he finally reached a single being.
A fragile, ominous red point in the darkness.
It was unmistakably Silaji.
“Did you think you could escape?”
Simon raised both hands before him, eyes still closed. The Void that had clung to him like garments transformed into a greatsword—his primary weapon.
Eyes closed.
Right now, in this very state where Silaji’s existence is fully realized.
‘Venda!’

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Shahade Kingdom Territory.
Blood Heaven Cult Dark Alliance Headquarters.
Few people knew that the seat of evil lay hidden within the Shahade Kingdom.
To ordinary eyes, it appeared nothing more than barren wasteland—unfit for farming or habitation. But in truth, a Barrier woven by the Blood Heaven Cult’s forbidden arts shrouded the entire headquarters.
The structure itself, a labyrinth of interconnected chambers, was the Cult’s research complex in its entirety. Screams—of test subjects and monsters alike—pierced the air from every corner, testimony to the horrors inflicted here.
And it was here, precisely here.
Whoooooooom!
A crimson portal tore open, and from within it hurled a naked man, drenched in blood.
“Kuh-hack! Cough! Cough!”
The moment he stumbled through the gateway, clots of blood poured from his mouth in a torrent.
“An intruder! We’ve been breached!”
Word of the portal’s opening spread instantly through the headquarters. Researchers in white coats rushed toward the scene.
“What is… what is this vagrant?”
“Archbishop Silaji!”
Murmurs rippled through the gathered crowd.
The researchers stared in shock. The figure before them bore no resemblance to one who had built the foundations of the Blood Heaven Cult across centuries—he was gaunt, disheveled, a ghost of his former self.
A senior researcher rushed forward urgently.
“Why have you returned? The Blood Portal is meant to open only for the Apostle’s Resurrection…”
“Where is he? Where is the Master?”
Silaji shouted, as though the question burned with desperate urgency.
“Yes, yes… the Master hasn’t visited the headquarters for over two years now.”
“Damn it!”
Silaji staggered to her feet, blood dripping from her lips.
“We must take action immediately!”
“Pardon?”
“I saw it with my own eyes! Darkness and Light! Darkness and Light combined!”
The researchers’ expressions shifted to bewilderment as the Archbishop’s cry echoed with nearly unhinged fervor.
“What do you mean by that…?”
Grab!
Silaji seized the senior researcher by both shoulders and thrust her face close.
“They’ve merged!”
Blood sprayed from her lips, speckling the researcher’s face in droplets. He recoiled in horror, thrashing against her grip.
“Ugh! W-why are you—!”
“They’ve merged! The two of them!”
“L-let me go!”
Thud!
Silaji hurled the researcher aside and bolted forward.
She ran on.
What had transpired in that desert defied belief—yet it was real.
And now it had become the enemy of the Blood Heaven Cult. Countermeasures had to be devised, and swiftly.
Bang!
As Silaji burst from the research facility’s doors into the open air, her expression hardened like stone.
“Archbishop!”
The other researchers came tumbling after her.
“Ah!”
“The sky…!”
Crack…
Craaack…
The sky was fracturing. A deep, greenish-blue radiance enveloped the entire space.
Silaji’s face drained of color. Materials and components from the research facility were being drawn upward, suspended by an invisible force.
That verdant power… it could be nothing else…!
[Did you think you could escape?]
A voice like thunder pierced her mind, and Silaji collapsed, writhing.
“Ah. Aaaah. Aaaaaaah!”
“Archbishop!”
The researchers rushed toward her in panic.
“Hide me! I said hide me!”
It was at that moment Silaji thrashed in desperation.
At the same instant.
In the same time frame.
Crack!
Simon, who remained in the world of sand, had shaped the Void into a greatsword and was drawing it back.
‘Wherever you hide, wherever you run — it makes no difference.’
The air around him trembled, and the desert night roared into motion. The entire space vibrated under the force of an incomprehensible power.
Simon, acutely aware of Silaji’s position, took up the stance to cut backward with the greatsword he’d forged from the Void.
Space itself warped around him as its center.
[Across dimensions—]
His waist turned, his arms moved. He poured every ounce of strength and will into the cut, feeling the grave weight of the blade driven by centrifugal force.
[The sensation of cleaving through—!!]
Shraaaaaaaaaaang!
As the Void greatsword was unleashed, it left behind a long mark across empty space like a galactic scar.
And that blade strike, precise and true—
“!”
Crossed through two dimensions.
The continent.
Past Shahade Kingdom Territory.
To finally carve through the entirety of the Blood Heavenly Cult headquarters.
Shraaaaaaaaaaang!
And passed beyond.
“Ah……!”
Silaji’s head flew from his shoulders, his eyes wide with disbelief.
The last sight those eyes held was the azure void-blade, as if it had split the world itself in two.
Thump!
Simon, lowering the Void, wiped his mouth with his sleeve and opened his eyes.
‘I told you it doesn’t matter where you are.’
A colossal scar of fractured space appeared in the desert sky.

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