Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 427

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Episode 427
“…….”
Petria bit down hard on her lower lip.
Then her mouth twisted into a grin, the corners splitting back toward her ears.
Crack!
Crunch!
Perhaps she saw no need to keep up the pretense. Petria’s body began to transform.
Her neck stretched first—not merely stretched, but shot upward toward the sky in a dizzying surge.
“Kyaaaaaaaa!”
“Ack!”
The onlookers shrieked and bolted, their horror genuine. Even Simon had to admit it was a gruesome sight.
‘Just like that dragon-type monster I saw in the dungeon…!’
Crackcrackcrackcrackcrack!
Petria’s neck kept climbing skyward, and now azure scales were beginning to ripple across her skin.
“Openly transforming right before our—”
Shrieeeek!
Light blazed suddenly from Rette’s right hand.
“Don’t you dare finish that transformation!”
She pointed her index finger at Petria, and a concentrated beam of luminous force lanced through Petria’s chest, leaving a gaping hole.
“Petria!”
“A direct hit through the heart!”
Murmurs rippled through the crowd.
But.
Petria’s transformation did not stop. She no longer depended on a human form.
[Bow before me.]
A crushing voice resonated through the air.
Petria’s endlessly lengthening neck darkened to a deep blue as her entire body became covered in scales.
With a sickening crunch, her torso swelled in girth.
Her face elongated into a reptilian snout even as gray hair-like bristles sprouted from her skull; within her gaping maw, razor teeth sprouted. Two additional arms burst forth, and a white mane grew along her spine.
Soon Petria’s body—pierced through the chest by Rette—devolved into something else entirely: a tail.
[I am Karisa.]
A serpentine form stretched impossibly long, covered head to tail in azure scales, with eyes of burning red: a dragon looked down upon the humans below.
[I am an immortal being of a different order than you dust-specks.]
Bow.
The blue dragon repeated the command.
And with that, the bitter cold that had been holding its breath began to rage anew.
An icy gale struck the village barrier viciously. Sections of the barrier shattered, and a torrent of bitter cold poured through the breaches.
“Everyone, take shelter indoors!”
Simon shouted.
“A Dungeon Master is no ordinary monster! This place is dangerous—”
“Shelter? I won’t be deceived anymore!”
Just then, a man burst forward toward Karisa.
It was the middle-aged man from Escail who had been at odds with the Lord of Kula.
“Snow Maiden! Is it truly you, Snow Maiden? Thank the heavens, you’re alive!”
He gazed upon Karisa’s appearance with rapture, then turned to the other Escail residents and cried out.
“Look, everyone! The Snow Maiden is here with us! What have you to fear? This is her true form—the real Snow Maiden!”
Murmur, murmur!
“The Snow Maiden?”
“That… that monster…?”
Rette’s face twisted with disgust.
“We just explained she was a Dungeon Master! What nonsense is this!”
“Rette.”
Simon raised a hand to silence her.
The man was already beyond hearing, prostrating himself before Karisa.
“Great Snow Maiden!”
The mood was shifting in an unsettling direction. The murmurs of Escail’s residents grew steadily louder.
[Yes. This is how lowly mortals should crawl before the earth.]
And Karisa made no move to stop the man who knelt in homage to her.
The emboldened man rose suddenly and turned to face the villagers.
“Why should we reconcile with those Kula tyrants who drove us out? The Snow Maiden stands with us now! So long as she is our side, there is nothing to fear! Come—follow me!”
“That’s right!”
“Just let it end with us suffering at Kula’s hands? We can’t accept that!”
A handful of hot-headed Escail residents shifted toward Petria’s side.
At once, voices of protest erupted from Kula’s faction.
“How dare you wear a human face and serve a monster!”
“Come to your senses! That thing is a monster!”
The dynamic shifted in an unexpected way.
Those who sided with Petria and Escail against the rest.
And the Escail residents who’d joined Petria began to pressure the others ruthlessly, calling them traitors.
“Snow Maiden!”
The middle-aged man who’d thrown his lot in with Petria first let out a shout, his mouth splitting in an ecstatic grin.
“Please, we beg you — destroy Kula’s people, the traitors, and that unholy Saint and the outsiders!”
Shhhhhhh—
Petria approached and wrapped her long body around him in a coiling embrace.
The man spread his arms wide, drunk on the sense of wielding tremendous power. Simon and Rette cried out in alarm, but he paid them no mind.
“All of you—it’s too late now! The Snow Maiden will—!”
Crack-crunch-crunch!
Blood sprayed.
Squelch! Squelch!
With the sound of flesh being crushed, blood poured from Petria’s jaws and rained down onto the ground in torrents.
“Ugh!”
“What—why—?!”
The Escail residents who’d sided with Petria stumbled backward in shock.
[Such wretched mortals,]
Petria’s gaze turned glacial.
[daring to give me orders?]
The Blue Dragon Petria opened her maw and began to gather Frost Breath.

Simon immediately stretched out his arm, wrapping those who’d moved toward Petria in Cloud and yanking them back toward him.

Rette then leapt skyward without hesitation, her feet pushing hard off the ground. At the same instant, the breath was unleashed.
Kwaaaaaaaa!
A biting cold poured down. The defensive magic Rette had deployed met the breath head-on.
Shards of ice bounced off her holy shield and fell like hail.
Kahahaha!
Petria strode through the village with a booming laugh. As her thick, long body swept across the ground, the fragile buildings crumbled like sandcastles.
“What are you doing?!”
Simon ran forward and shouted. He’d already asked the Lord of Kula to evacuate the people.
“They were the ones who served you!”
[Now they are nothing but useless mortals.]
The blue dragon’s eyes flashed.
Just as the people of Mizena had tried to take revenge using the dungeon’s anomaly and Petria herself,
so too had Petria merely used the humans.
Tens of years ago, when the Space Distortion first appeared, Petria was cast onto the continent in a severely weakened state along with the dungeon.
And then, quite conveniently, sorcerers from Mizena who’d fled into the Snowy Mountain after being driven out by Kula discovered the dungeon, entered it of their own accord, and offered their service to Petria.
Mizena created the Snow Maiden Legend to hide the dungeon, and provided Petria with human flesh through ritual sacrifice, as well as monsters from beyond the Snowy Mountain.
As time passed, Petria’s power grew ever more complete, and the bitter cold she commanded became ever more fierce.
A few more years of endurance and she could have ruled the world in full strength—but then an unexpected variable had intervened: outsiders.
[The time has accelerated, but it matters not! I am the being destined to rule this world!]
Petria’s jaw gaped wide.
[I will kill every last one of you who knows the secret, and remake this world in eternal winter!]
Rette landed after deflecting the breath and looked toward Simon, shouting.
“There’s no talking to something like that! We need to bring it down—!”
Her words were cut short.
Whisssshh!
Petria’s tail shot up through a crack in the ground, then lashed out like a whip toward Rette.

In an instant, golden structures rose up to block Rette’s path. With a crack, Petria’s tail struck the building and pulled back.
“Rette! Are you all right?”
Simon rushed over, speaking urgently.
In his hand was a single staff.
[Been a while since I made an appearance! Hehehehe!]
Hearing Herseba’s cry, Rette’s eyes widened.
“……A talking staff?”
“I’ll explain later. Let’s focus on the fight for now!”
The power based on darkness had limited applications, but with everyone around taking shelter in the buildings to escape the bitter cold, it was worth trying.
Crash!
Simon brought Herseba down against the ground.

The earth itself transformed into golden light and lifted into the air.
As Simon gripped Herseba firmly and swung with all his might, the ground shattered into countless fragments that rained down upon Petria.
[How pathetic!]
The moment Petria roared, every golden fragment froze solid and fell to the ground.
[Mortals! You are destined to perish one day — why do you thrash about against your fate? I shall take everything……!]
Bang!!
Something struck Petria’s head. When Simon looked up, a pure white trajectory cutting through the vast sky was drawn before him.
“Damn.”
Rette stood with her index and middle fingers pressed together, her palm turned skyward.
She had just summoned a Meteor.
“Don’t disrespect a Saint. You bastards.”
Boom-boom-boom!
Struck by a tremendous impact to the head, Petria crashed into the village.
The meteor that had struck Petria moments earlier continued flying far into the distance before plummeting into the slope of another mountain.
Watching a brilliant light burst forth from that distant place like a rising sun, Simon found himself doubting his own eyes.
[What……!]
Petria rose with a groan, pushing herself up.
[Why does a mere mortal possess the power of an immortal!]
Rette lowered her fingers.
Crash-crash-crash-crash-crash!
Petria’s body was struck once more by a small comet falling from the sky and driven into the ground.
The village buildings were destroyed even more thoroughly than Petria’s initial rampage had left them.
“Seems your ears are clogged. Let me say it again.”
Rette’s eyes held the symbol of a star more vivid than ever before.
“Don’t mess with me. Reptile.”
Watching this unfold, Simon let out a hollow laugh.
‘I always thought if Rette became a Saint, she’d be legendary… but this is something else.’
[Kid. I’m scared of that woman.]
Herseba quietly added her own comment.
Crunch-crunch-crunch-crunch!
Then ice pillars erupted from various places throughout the village in rapid succession.
Simon and Rette froze. Villagers trying to flee were trapped within those pillars of ice.
[Wrapped in magical force and frozen solid.]
Petria rose again, her massive frame lifting from the ground. Remarkably, she was standing even after taking two direct hits from the meteors.
[Should you use that technique on the village again, innocent mortals will be caught in the crossfire. Won’t they?]
Rette bit her lip.
As the Saint of Stars, her Authority possessed formidable destructive power and range, but that overwhelming strength was precisely the problem.
It made fighting in a situation where allies and civilians had to be protected impractical.
Then—
“Rette! I have a good idea. When I give the signal, run to me and grab my hand no matter what!”
“……What are you scheming?”
As Rette narrowed her brows and asked, Simon grinned wickedly.
“You’ll see once it happens!”
Petria unleashed a torrent of Frost Breath. Simon and Rette both kicked off the ground simultaneously, scattering left and right.
Tap-tap-tap-tap-tap!
Running at full speed, Simon lightly touched the empty buildings around him with Herseba in hand.

Crash!
As he brought Herseba down against the ground, the aurified buildings shot skyward and flew toward Petria.
[Pathetic tricks!]
Petria’s elongated form moved with such force that it created a tempest with every gesture.
As he blasted the rubble of buildings aside, Simon drew ever closer to Petria.
Crack.
Petria pressed her tail against the ground.
Whoooooosh!
She swept it like a broom. Buildings nearby split in two, and Simon rocketed skyward to dodge the tail.
[Got you!]
Petria lunged forward as if she’d been waiting for this, swallowing Simon mid-air in a single gulp before slamming her head into the ground.
“Simon!!”
Rette cried out in shock. Squelching sounds came from Petria’s mouth.
Aaaaaagh!
Yet Petria yanked her head up from the earth, shaking it in agony. Blood streamed between her gums and teeth.
“Never wise to swallow first and ask questions later.”
Simon was already sliding free from the dragon’s maw. He watched the blood-drenched blade of the Overlord’s Blade slip back into his Subspace.
Then he slid down Petria’s neck and trained Herseba on her.
‘Third Authority!’
Whoooooosh!
Golden sand began to swirl around Simon and Petria.
Simon stretched out his free hand in the opposite direction.
“Now, Rette!”
Thud!
Rette too launched herself toward Simon with all her strength.
[Curse you all!]
At the same moment the blue dragon unleashed a roar of fury.
Flash!
The three beings vanished, buried in the sand.

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“……Ugh.”
Rette, who had been sitting on the floor, opened her eyes as silence settled around her. She felt granules shifting beneath her legs.
‘Sand?’
And before her stood Simon’s back, his robes billowing.
He turned to look at her and asked.
“How is it?”
The surroundings had changed entirely.
From a snowy mountain battered by bitter cold to a nighttime desert where nothing but sand stretched in all directions.
Rette stood up hesitantly.
“How did this… happen?”
“We’ve been locked with Petria in another dungeon.”
Just as he said, on the far side Petria shook her head and looked around bewildered.
[Such insolence from a mere mote of existence!]
“Well then.”
Simon clapped his hands once.
“Let the counterattack begin.”
Rumble-rumble-rumble!
Rumble-rumble-rumble!
Rette gasped and stepped backward.
From the barren desert around them, countless golden structures began rising from the sand.
Screech-screech-screech!
And from within them, the city’s inhabitants—mummies—began crawling out one by one.
‘Herseba! Can you summon the Ancient Undead from the dungeons here for a moment?’
[Of course I can! But those friends are in another dungeon right now, so they’re dimensionally quite far away. Calling them all here would drain quite a bit of power.]
If Herseba’s power depleted, the dungeon’s duration would shrink.
How many to summon was the critical question.
Of course, there was no need to call all four.
‘Since Rette is here, just one would be enough.’
[Which one?]
Simon smiled.
‘Pier, please.’
The instant those words left his mouth, a chill flowed through the air, and the surroundings shifted to austere gray tiles and walls.
Herseba had recreated Pier’s Ruins.
And at the center of the altar stood a tall skeleton draped in a cloak, laughing.
[Krhkrhkrh, boy! Summoning me in the midst of all this!]
“Sorry, Pier. How’s the dungeon conquest progressing?”
[Proceeding smoothly enough! Well, we can discuss that matter later.]
Simon approached and took Pier’s hand. With a rattling sound, Pier’s body disassembled into hundreds of parts, attaching themselves to Simon’s frame in the form of Bone Armor.
Pier’s skull descended like a helm onto his head, the cloak billowed across his shoulders, and the Sword of Ruin settled into his right hand.
[I’ve no idea what scheme you’re hatching!]
Petria’s mouth gaped wide as she unleashed a Frost Breath.
[Perish!]
A deadly chill advanced, dyeing the air blue.
Simon crouched low, angling the greatsword before him.
‘Through space itself—’
He drove his legs hard into the earth, his shoulders and arms following through in sequence.
Finally his waist twisted, and the pale blade tore through the air in a sweeping arc.
‘The sensation of cutting through!’
Shreeeeeeee!
The pure white slash cleaved the Frost Breath cleanly in two.
And Rette observed the sight from a distance away. Ice fragments descended across the golden city.
‘……So this is the power of the Dark Alliance’s Legion Commander—said to rival the Saint herself.’
This was her first glimpse of Simon’s Pion transformation as well. She bit her lip slightly.
Snap.
In the next instant, she flicked her finger and a vast holy subspace opened. From within, something white surged skyward, cradling Rette in its embrace.
“What—”
Simon’s eyes widened.
“Lan! When did you grow so large?”
Rette’s primary summon.
The White Dragon Lan roared with Rette perched upon its head.
“I’ll not fall short of you, not by a measure!”
Rette smiled sharply, looking down upon Simon.
“This is what I sought.”
As Rette reached her hand toward the heavens, the stars shimmered bright.
As Simon thrust his arm toward the earth, a legion of undead mummies shrieked with the voices of the departed.
[You wretches……!]
Petria stumbled backward, wavering.
[Are you truly mortal?!]

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