Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 505

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Chapter 505
Through the rift in space torn open by the Sword of Ruin, Simon hurled himself without hesitation.
Thud.
The echo of his feet striking stone floor rippled outward. Moisture hung in the air—heavy, thick—mingling with the reek of mold and alchemical reagents.
He stood in a cavern. Black, crimson, and brown swirled together in chaotic disarray.
The floor beneath him was solid, and along the walls jutted irregular stalactites. Somewhere in the distance, he heard water trickling.
“This is…….”
The secret base of the Gyeolsa.
Yet it was far more than just an enclosed space.
“It’s a dungeon, isn’t it?”
[Khehehe! Indeed, you perceive correctly!]
Kassan, Serne, Lorain, and General Amin filed in after Simon, their eyes wide as they surveyed the surroundings.
“Kassan. This really is…….”
“Yes.”
Kassan exhaled quietly.
“It appears to be the Gold Mine Dungeon—that legendary place said to have existed in Taradus decades ago.”
“So those adventurers back then didn’t actually destroy it after all.”
“It seems not. The Gyeolsa must have seized it and converted it into their own laboratory.”
Lorain raised her arm sharply.
“Simon, look there.”
Where she pointed, water flowed in a steady stream.
Or rather—
“It’s all blood.”
Splash, splash, splash, splash, splash!
A watery torrent of blood welled up and flowed through the dungeon like a river. Corpses drifted past on the current. The sight alone made his stomach turn.
‘…….’
As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, more details emerged.
The dungeon was vast. Human corpses hung suspended from the ceiling while colossal experimental apparatus churned, wringing what remained of already-dead bodies. Cadavers impaled on stakes, bodies burning in flames—wherever his gaze fell, it was hell itself.
The thought that all the townspeople of Taradus dragged here had died in such fashion made his nausea intensify.
‘How could the same species as us commit such atrocities……!’
[Boy!]
Pier’s voice echoed in his mind.
[Steady yourself! They come!]
Tap, tap, tap, tap—
The darkness before them churned. A tide of undead soldiers poured toward them.
Their numbers dwarfed the horde he’d fought outside the dungeon. And further back, he spotted grotesque mid-sized chimeras—hybrid creatures formed from warped amalgams of beast and flesh.
Whoosh!
Lorain was the first to move. With a crimson dagger in hand, she slashed through empty air, and the leading undead soldiers crumpled in two, crashing to the floor.
But from the severed edges, chunks of flesh writhed and knit themselves back together.
“Just as I thought—they’re the same undead we fought outside.”
Each and every one of these approaching soldiers was part of the Immortal Army. Simon nodded.
“And their regeneration looks much faster here than it was outside.”
Everyone shifted into combat stance. Simon unfolded the map he’d received from General Amin.
“The plan has changed. We’ll need to commit our full strength from the start, so I’m reassigning roles now.”
Simon turned his head.
“Serne, slip down the side passage and you’ll find stairs leading upward. The captive townspeople should be imprisoned there. I need you to free them.”
Prisoner liberation was not a task that could be solved by brute force alone.
Among the current party, Serne specialized in mental manipulation—she was best suited to accomplish this.
Serne shrugged her shoulders.
“Yes, yes~ It’s a trivial task, but since we agreed to collaborate for two coupons, I’ve no choice but to oblige.”
“It’s not trivial—lives are at stake. This is important. I’m counting on you.”
“Understood.”
Serne winked and walked away, her pale auburn hair streaming behind her. Scattered feathers around her transformed into summoned Feathered Soldiers that formed her escort.
“Kassan, go to the experimental chamber on Basement Level 2 and retrieve the sword. I suspect the Gyeolsa’s ability to sustain this dungeon is tied to that blade.”
“Understood.”
“We’ll go with you as far as Basement Level 2.”
Recovering the sword might be the key to destroying this dungeon and the Immortal Army alike.
Simon returned the Socket Necklace containing the sword’s avatar to Kassan.
“And Lorain—you and I will push through to Basement Level 3, find Nirrti, and locate the dungeon’s master.”
“Understood.”
“And finally, General Amin…….”
Simon glanced back over his shoulder. Amin’s wounds hadn’t fully healed yet, so Simon had meant to ask him to hold the line against the soldiers the Gyeolsa would send. But then——
That was when——
‘?!’
Beyond the yawning chasm of the dungeon, massive creatures loomed over the allied encampment where the military tents stood pitched.
Simon spun around and rushed outside the dungeon.
Boom—boom—
Battle was raging outside the dungeon too.
Ten colossal undead, each larger than the tallest buildings of any major city, trampled through the canvas tents with bone-chilling shrieks, crushing both the Ganes Guild’s rogues and the regular soldiers beneath their massive forms.
The sheer power of those creatures was evident even from a distance—the oppressive weight of dark aura that radiated from them left no doubt.
“These too are the Gyeolsa’s……!”
[No.]
Pier’s voice was heavy and grave.
[Something’s wrong here. I can feel it—those are undead of the Magnus 5th Legion!]
“Magnus?”
The unexpected name hit Simon like a hammer, draining the color from his face.
“Why would he be in Taradus……!”
If those were undead of Magnus’s Legion, no ordinary soldiers could hold them back. Ancient Undead might be among them.
Risa and her brother were in one of those tents. The old coachman too.
‘If this continues, total annihilation.’
Cold sweat trickled down Simon’s temples.
‘What do I do? Fight Magnus’s Legion today, then face the Gyeolsa again at midnight tomorrow?’
“I’ll go.”
At that moment, Lorain emerged from the dungeon to stand beside Simon.
“You stick to the plan and deal with the Gyeolsa.”
“But——!”
“Remember what your client said? Once the Gyeolsa completes their experiment, the entire continent falls into crisis. We don’t have time to spare.”
“I will assist as well.”
General Amin emerged from the dungeon, his voice steady.
“These soldiers came with me—I take responsibility for them. I will command them and ensure not a single one of these creatures breaches the dungeon entrance!”
Simon bit his lip. His heart ached with worry, but he had no choice now but to trust Lorain and Amin.
“Stay safe, General Amin. And you too, Lorain.”
“Simon?”
A low, rumbling growl erupted from deep within her throat.
Her crimson eyes flickered with fierce light as an immense dark aura surged around her. Her black hair whipped like flames in the wind.
“You haven’t forgotten whose daughter I am, have you?”
Simon shuddered at the sheer force of her presence and nodded with absolute conviction.
“Sorry for the unnecessary worry. See you later!”
Simon turned and reentered the Gold Mine Dungeon.
By now, undead soldiers had advanced to the very threshold of the entrance.
Kassan eliminated the faster vanguard with his ranged claw attacks, but they kept regenerating.
“Simon!”
“Yes. We’re done talking.”
Simon walked forward and positioned himself before Kassan. He raised his hand above his head.
“From now on, we hold nothing back. We unleash the full might of the Legion.”
Clank!
Pier’s skull transformed into the shape of a helmet and settled firmly into Simon’s grip. As he pressed it down upon his head, sickly green power flickered from the empty eye sockets.
Clank!
Clink-clink-clink!
Pier’s bones snapped to Simon’s body like iron to a magnet. Simon drew his arm back and tore open space as if ripping through fabric itself.
A colossal subspace yawned open, and from its depths, countless spirits of the 7th Legion began to claw their way out.
-Aaaahhhhh!
-Shreeeek!
Skeletons, zombies, Corpse Spiders, Skull Wings, and every manner of undead creature Pier had collected over centuries.
More than a thousand undead poured forth like a tidal wave, in mere moments matching and exceeding the numbers of the Gyeolsa’s Immortal Army.
[My lady, it has been far too long since we marched forth alongside the Legion Commander.]
“I’m counting on you, Erzsebet.”
Erzsebet, commander of the spider unit, took her place among them.
Thunder crack!
Black lightning fell upon a zombie, and a crowned youth in formal dress stepped forward through the smoke, his coat tails trailing behind him.
Hey, hey, Simon! You’ve got the stage ready for the Hidden Card to make its entrance, right?
The one throwing jabs into empty air with a giddy laugh was Prince, commander of the zombie contingent.
“Of course. I’ve laid out the whole field.”
Simon and Prince bumped fists lightly.
The charge was ready. As a final gesture, Simon drew in a sharp breath.
[Der König ist Zurück—!!]
Lyrics poured from Simon’s mouth. A funeral song rippled across the entire legion, and the eyes of the undead gleamed with a deep blue light.
-Waaaaaaaaaahhhhh!!
Enormous corpses, their morale at fever pitch, let out a violent howl—and Erzsebet and Prince spun to stare at him in shock.
[Commander?]
[What—what did you do?]
Simon simply smiled.
Everything I learned in Kizen has become my strength. My experience as a legion commander melts into my growth in Kizen.
He thrust his greatsword forward and shouted.
[All forces—]
The legion’s corpses crouched and planted their hands on the ground, trembling as though ready to surge forward at any moment.
[Follow me.]
Simon charged ahead, his voice carrying Absolute Command.
Erzsebet, Prince, and Kassan followed in his wake, and every undead warrior advanced with Simon.
-Kyaaaaaaaaah!
-Kiiiiii!
Thousands of undead legions and the Immortal Army collided head-on. Simon, standing at the vanguard, swung the Sword of Ruin with terrible force.
Schreeeeeeeech!
A long line carved straight across the battlefield, and every Immortal soldier touched by it was cleaved in half. Before they could regenerate, the legion’s zombies rushed forward, snapping and tearing.
-Kiriririk!
-Kiri!
Corpse Spiders spun webs across the ceiling and launched themselves into the air, spraying poison, silk, and nets in relentless volleys.
Fwuff!
Skull Wings came swooping down, scattering cursed feathers, seizing Immortal soldiers in their grasp, and hurling them into the river of blood.
[Keep pushing!]
Simon cried out.
[Der König von Undead fiel hier nieder——!!]
Borrowing the power of the funeral song, a far stronger, wide-ranging Absolute Command seeped into the legion’s undead.
The legion’s corpses surged forward like a spear, their strength and speed heightened, their formations shattering the Immortal soldiers’ lines.
The Immortal soldiers, crumbling and mid-recovery, were neutralized by mere trampling. Even among undead armies, the quality gap was staggering.
[Khrh khrh! We broke through, boy!]
The legion tore through the Immortal soldiers’ encirclement in an instant. Simon’s group and the undead poured forth like a flood.
Ahead lay the passage leading down to Basement Level 1.
“Unbelievable.”
Kassan swung his arms at the front, letting out a hollow laugh.
“Is this the true power of a legion.”
[We cannot lose!]
Erzsebet spread her web through the air, and the Immortal soldiers flying overhead were shredded by the silk, their fragments scattering like snow.
[Hidden Card Punch!]
Prince ran along the web and drove his fist forward; wind pressure sent the Immortal army flying in all directions.
Simon, at the very front, swung the Sword of Ruin in rapid succession, quickening his pace. In the distance—deeper in the dungeon—the stairs descending to the lower levels came into view.
Deep blue sparks danced constantly in his pupils.
‘I’m going down. Nirrti.’

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