Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 502

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Episode 502
Whoooosh—
Whooosh—
Undead soldiers kept rising endlessly from the sand.
When Simon turned to look back, he saw the Coachman and Lisa inside the carriage trembling with fear.
“Erzsebet!”
Thud!
Simon kicked a sand soldier’s face and shouted.
“Protect the carriage!”
[Yes, yes~]
With a reply that seemed to come from nowhere, webs suddenly connected to the carriage and horses. In an instant, they were dragged upward through the air, lifting free from the undead soldiers’ attack range.
[Don’t worry about this side.]
“I’m counting on you!”
Crack!
Three undead soldiers were torn apart at once by Kassan’s attack beside Simon. Yet flesh was already rising again from the severed surfaces.
“Bothersome,” Kassan muttered, swinging his arm again.

“Simon, doesn’t this regenerating undead remind you of something?”
“Yes.”
Simon’s expression hardened gravely.
“The dungeon addicts who became immortal during the Gold Mine Dungeon incident.”
The fact that this was the very location where the Gold Mine Dungeon once stood only deepened his suspicion.
Slash!
This time Simon tore open an undead soldier’s chest with Bayonet.
As if time itself had been frozen, no matter how much he cut and rended them, the undead would always return to their original form moments later.
‘There are too many of them!’
It was already troublesome that they couldn’t be destroyed, and now their numbers had exceeded a hundred.
—Keeeeee!
As Simon frantically dodged a thrust spear, his foot suddenly sank deep into the sand, throwing off his balance. An undead soldier immediately rushed forward and knocked him to the ground.
“Ugh!”
The undead soldier’s jaws gaped wide as it lunged to bite at his throat.
Simon calmly twisted his body’s weight to one side, then kicked the undead soldier away and rose to his feet.
“Watch out!”
His entire body responded to Kassan’s urgent shout. A much larger, medium-sized undead specimen was driving a fist straight at Simon.
“Pion!”
Clang-clang-clang-clang!
Like the grinding of interlocking machinery, Simon’s left arm became covered in pristine white bone. He clenched his left fist and drove it forward to meet the undead’s punch.
Boom!!
The two fists collided, and a tremendous crash erupted.
Cracks spread across the medium-sized undead’s body from its fist, and it crumbled to pieces.
—Kiiiii!
Just as Simon thought he had a moment’s respite, more undead soldiers rushed in from all sides. He wiped the sweat from his brow.
“Irritating.”
Click-click-click—
Now Pion’s bones locked into place along his right leg. When Simon lifted his leg and swept the air as if treading through it, a massive wind pressure sent the undead flying in all directions.
Clang-clang-clang!
Pion’s bones locked onto his left leg as well. Bracing himself against the ground with both empowered legs and driving forward, the undead soldiers couldn’t keep pace with his speed and were knocked back.
Even as Simon tore through the enemy lines without hesitation, his body continued to be covered in Pion’s bones.
The Bone Armor of his chest protected his core, extending down his arms and legs. Pier’s Cloak settled across his back.
[Boy! Your side!]
Undead soldiers came charging from the flank, axes raised. Simon lifted his right hand.
Clang-clang-clang-clang!
The Bone Gauntlet fitted perfectly onto his right hand like a piece of a puzzle. And with a satisfying click, the Sword of Ruin—Pion’s weapon—settled into his grip.
He tightened his hold on it, braced his right leg firmly against the ground, and twisted his waist. His eyes and both arms wielding the greatsword followed the motion, and the world began to spin.
Crash-crash-crash-crash!
A straight line that pulverized everything in its path.
The medium-sized undead’s body separated at the torso and flew away, crashing to the ground. From the distance came the sound of massive bodies striking earth—thud, thud.
‘Hah.’
Simon felt something surging within him.
This overwhelming power flooding through his entire body.
And the sensation of gripping the Sword of Ruin in Pier’s hands.
‘Fighting as Pion after my second year—this is the first time.’
[Kehehehe! So that’s how it is!]
Above all, Pier’s remnant consciousness felt stronger than it usually did, and he savored that sensation.
[But we mustn’t lower our guard yet, boy!]
From the lower bodies of the medium-sized Undead Soldiers, now only half-remaining after Simon’s blade work, flesh began crawling upward once more.
Simon bounded across the heads of the surrounding Undead Soldiers and brought the Sword of Ruin down directly on the massive creature.
Shwiiing!
The blade bisected its form with precision, and the medium-sized Undead Soldier turned black as pitch and crumbled, settling to the ground in dust.
‘As expected.’
The Sword of Ruin’s blade carried an effect that blocked regeneration and healing. Even these immortal Undead could be completely annihilated if struck directly with the greatsword.
But the problem was that Undead Soldiers continued pouring forth even as they fought.
They crawled up the web that Erzsebet guarded, and Kassan was buried so completely beneath them that he was barely visible.
Shwack!
Shwack!
Simon moved across the battlefield swinging the Sword of Ruin, yet new Undead were spawning faster than he could cut them down.
And then—
[Boy! Multiple humans approaching from the ten o’clock direction!]
It was disaster piled upon disaster. In the direction Pier indicated, dust rose in a cloudy haze as a mounted column of cavalry thundered toward them.
“Yoyo-yoyo-yoyo!”
They bore banners emblazoned with the Black Wolf sigil.
Making that strange sound as they charged, they could only be thieves of the Ganes Guild.
‘Of all the timing!’
The worst-case scenario he’d imagined.
With Concordia already on them, now he had to contend with the Ganes Guild as well.
At this rate, the Coachman in the carriage, Lisa, and even Kassan would all be in danger.
‘Ugh!’
Simon cut through the Undead Soldiers without hesitation, pressing forward.
The cavalry of the Ganes Guild kicked up dust and closed the distance in moments. The ground trembled beneath hoofbeats, and the sharp snorts of the horses rang out clear.
Thwack!
Simon gripped the greatsword firmly and planted himself before them, his arm angled to his side as he lowered his stance.
‘I’ll cleave through their vanguard before they reach us—!’
Drift—
But then, just as Simon prepared his slash, a single white feather drifted down and settled gently on his shoulder.
[Miss me?]
‘!’
Simon’s eyes widened, and he immediately halted his blade.
Whoooosh-whoooosh-whoooosh-whoooosh!
In the next instant, hundreds of mounted warriors swept past Simon, charging directly into the Undead Soldiers.
Crack!
Thud!
They ignored Simon and Kassan entirely, hacking down only the Undead Soldiers.
Undead heads flew from the sweep of their blades. Slingshotted around in wide arcs, they burst like rotten melons against the skulls of the Undead.
-Whirrrrr!
The horses’ rough neighing and thundering hoofbeats nearly burst Simon’s ears. He spun around in shock.
[You missed me, didn’t you?]
And among this cavalry of thieves, there was only one woman.
Astride a striking white horse, legs splayed to one side as she led the thieving band, a girl offered him a subtle smile with her eyes.
“Serne!”
Simon’s mouth fell open.
“What’s happened? Why are you with the Ganes Guild—!”
[It’s nothing so great.]
Her voice came from the feather on his shoulder.
[I simply decided to take that guild for myself.]
Crack! Thud!
Watching the thieves pulverize the Undead Soldiers, Simon let out a breathless laugh.
‘As if that’s something you can just decide and acquire.’
Still, thanks to her intervention, he could catch his breath.
Simon pushed off the ground and rushed in to join the fray, cleaving through the Undead that tried to regenerate, rendering them incapable of revival with the Sword of Ruin.
“Hm~ Huh~”
And Serne, perched at the head of the cavalry column, was absorbed in filing her nails. Feathers swirled around her, fighting in her stead, while the horse she rode was being steered by a feather lodged in the back of its skull.
“My queen! We’ve just broken through the enemy lines!”
Karak, the bandit captain who had become her faithful slave, called out. She filed her nails without looking up and spoke carelessly.
“Go around and charge again.”
“Yes!”
The cavalry wheeled about and prepared for another charge. The previous assault had left more than half the Undead Soldiers shattered and mangled beyond recognition.
Just as the Ganes Guild was about to launch another charge—
“Y-Your Majesty! They’re coming!”
“?”
From the opposite direction, silhouetted against the sunset, a mounted regiment came thundering toward them, raising clouds of dust.
The banners of Tarados’s garrison were visible, fluttering in the wind.
“The lord’s soldiers of Tarados!”
“Hmm—”
Serne decided to set aside the Undead for now and deal with these newcomers first. She reorganized the bandits’ formation and barked out a charge order toward Tarados’s troops.
The bandit captain Karak roared.
“Better still! Now’s the chance to sweep away those lord’s soldiers I never liked anyway!”
“For our glorious queen!”
Battle-horses bred from monsters reared again and again as they galloped forward. Tarados’s garrison soldiers held their own charge relentlessly.
The distance between the two forces narrowed rapidly.
…….
Then Serne’s eyes flickered with recognition.
She had locked eyes with someone at the head of Tarados’s garrison.
“How tedious~”
She let out a soft laugh.
“Even coming all this way, I still get tangled up with them.”
So muttering, Serne raised her arm and signaled.
Tarados’s side raised a signal flag in response.
The two forces, about to collide head-on, simultaneously wheeled their mounts—
Crash-crash-crash-crash-crash-crash-crash-crash!
And descended together upon the Undead Soldiers in the center.
Thud!
Bang!
Crunch!
Simon quickly dodged to the side. Cavalry from both forces crisscrossed left and right, pounding the Undead Soldiers to pieces.
‘……ha, what in the world is happening?’
Serne was one thing, but now the garrison soldiers were helping Simon too.
Simon turned his head.
Leading Tarados’s garrison was a knight in plate armor, and beside him a girl in a Kizen School Uniform with crimson eyes.
No doubt about it.
‘Lorain!’
Mounted on her horse, she wielded two scarlet-stained daggers. Undead Soldiers in the distance split open with sharp cracks.
Serne kept pace, sending feathers skyward before transforming them into Dark Flare, unleashing a torrent of flames.
Watching the immortal army collapse in an instant, Simon hid Pier’s armor and gripped the Sword of Ruin in his right hand alone.
“Simon! What’s the situation here?”
Kassan approached and asked. Simon shrugged.
“It seems Serne has taken over the Ganes Guild, and Lorain the garrison troops.”
“……Why did they come to Tarados?”
“We’ll have to go ask them now.”
Two people who had appeared with powerful reinforcements at exactly the right moment.
Two difficult factions had turned into allies.
‘This is insane.’
Simon turned his head with a wry smile.
Now the only enemy remaining was Concordia.

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Boom!
Nirti, the Tarados division commander of Concordia, slammed her fist against the armrest of her chair.
“That doesn’t make any sense!!”
She shouted.
“Are you sure you got this right? The Ganes Guild and Tarados’s regular army—all of them fallen to a bunch of students? Mere students?”
“Y-yes, that is correct.”
The man from Concordia lowered his head.
“Black Wolf Ganes has vanished without a trace, and General Amin appears to have already sided with Kizen…….”
She pressed her trembling hand to her brow.
“How is this possible? He’s only a second-year, not a third-year?”
“Even so, we’ve just received the full roster of all members.”
The man bowed again and unfolded the documents in his hands.
“Kassan Edvalt, undefeated for two years. Serne Aindarke, the official heir to the Ivory Tower. Lorain Arkbold, daughter of Neftis. And.”
His voice caught.
“Kizen Student Council President Simon Polentia.”
Nirti’s expression went blank as if she’d been struck on the back of the head with a hammer.
A hollow laugh escaped her lips.
“……What is this? Did they come to hunt dragons?”

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