Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 590

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Chapter 590
The battle had truly begun.
In fortress sieges where monsters invaded human strongholds, humans won the vast majority of the time.
Monsters with inferior intellect would never possess siege weapons or engineering techniques, and those foolish enough to clamber up the city walls would only meet volleys of arrows before piling up as corpses along the stone.
A fortress was humanity’s most solid defense, far more formidable than one might imagine.
This suppressive power of fortifications served as one of the primary reasons humans maintained their territories against monsters superior in raw strength, size, and speed alike.
Monsters could thus plunder villages and lay waste to the countryside, yet rarely did entire territories fall under their dominion. Often, the border regions between monster and human lands took shape around these strongholds.
But.
“What in the—!”
These particular adversaries, the Mimics, proved remarkably unusual. They brought captured siege towers into use, and they climbed the city walls using ladders woven from wood just as humans might.
It truly felt like facing an army of men.
“That much is only natural.”
Lorain muttered.
“A monster horde that seized thirty-nine of the forty fortresses. They would naturally have learned human siege methods.”
“Something about this feels terrifying… Ah! A ladder’s here too. They’re climbing!”
“Leave it to me!”
Eshu swung her arms with brave determination.
Her dainty curse dolls scurried forward, grasped the ladder, and descended. They halted partway down.
Decay.
The curse inscribed within the dolls’ bodies activated, and the ladder’s middle joints rotted away. The ladder collapsed, limp and useless.
“Nice work, Eshu!”
Simon too fought as he raced along the city wall.
Crack!
Snap!
The dazzling kicks sent the Mimics who had just scaled the wall flying backward.
Following his gestures, bones danced downward, tearing through the creatures’ bodies and severing the ropes that braced the ladders, sending them tumbling.
Being still in the early stages of combat, Simon refrained from deploying powerful techniques like Elite Guard or Chaos, instead relying on Combat Magic and Bone Armor.
“Corpse Explosion.”
As Simon muttered and clenched his fist, deafening blasts shook the wall at multiple points. He had sent zombies down below, incinerating vast numbers of monsters in a single detonation.
Simon nodded and glanced to his side.
“Lorain! I’m leaving the left wall to you!”
“Got it.”
Lorain rode a Skeleton Horse.
She grasped reins of pure shadow, traversed the city wall, and wielded a long spear in her free hand, cloaking it in darkness with each swing.
Every time her spear left a black trail, the throats of climbing Mimics flew free and hearts were pierced clean through.
The Skeleton Horse too showed perfect synchronization, striking Mimics with its hind legs or angling itself to give Lorain favorable positioning for her spear strikes.
“Hyah!”
Toto did not fall behind.
She traced a magic circle on the ground, then summoned several small Deathworms within it. Fixed in place, they spewed corrosive liquid, driving back the Mimics.
“Ðⴆŀº!”
“ⴆŀⴘⴝ!”
The Gahal Tribe warriors cheered at the unexpected prowess of the Necromancer School students. Fired up, they thrust their spears and loosed arrows with renewed savagery.
While not quite reaching the level of knights wielding Aura, there were plenty of strong fighters here reinforcing their bodies with Mana as they fought.
‘Our defenses seem solid for now.’
Simon gestured, and sharp bone shards impaled monsters in rapid succession.
-1-A requesting support!
-3-B is in danger too!
Hearing the communication crystal chatter, other units were in crisis.
Monsters did not attack the walls with uniform force across all sectors. Some directions faced heavy assault, others lighter pressure.
-6-D! Eleven ladders are up and it’s absolute chaos!
Defense, however, required manning every direction, so their forces were spread thin across the wall.
To mount an effective defense, strategy had to adapt.
-From now on, those I call out are designated support. Leave your assigned sectors and prioritize aiding whichever zone requests assistance.
As if thinking the same, Hector’s voice crackled through.
-Simon Polentia, Aseraz Mikel, Guinevere Venness, Chendra Glibiche.
Hector reorganized the students strongest in real combat into a mobile support unit.
Simon turned back, and Lorain gave a firm nod.
“Don’t worry. Leave this section to us.”
With Lorain guarding Toto and Eshu, Simon could rely on them. He nodded in return, billowed his winter robe, and rushed forth.
‘The nearest position first!’
They moved to the sector where Team Four was stationed.
Simon’s heart lurched. The situation here was dire—the wall was on the verge of collapse.
“Arrrgh!”
The team captain of Team Four, whom Simon had played cards with just last night, was fighting valiantly, but he was hopelessly outmatched against the flood of Mimic creatures pouring forward. The Gahal Tribe warriors were equally helpless, and one of the team members lay unconscious on the ground.
‘The fastest ones—now!’
Simon simultaneously pulled four Ghouls from his Subspace and sent them charging forward. The Mimics raised their blades toward the fallen student.
‘Focus.’
Simon’s eyes snapped wide open.
His perception expanded, and time seemed to stretch.
Four Magic Circles shimmered before his eyes like heat haze.
The moment his concentration reached its apex, Simon’s gaze hardened with intensity.
‘Rino’s Golden Line!’
The four Magic Circles hovering in mid-air split cleanly in half in his mind’s eye.
Shadow Aura poured from the Ghouls’ eye sockets and body cavities like steam from an engine as they charged across the ground at tremendous speed.
Just before the raised blade descended on the unconscious student, Simon clenched his fist.
‘Corpse Virulent Poison Explosion!’
Kwaaaaaang!
Kwaaang!
The Ghouls, having covered a hundred meters in an instant, detonated.
This wasn’t the Kabala poison he’d used in a practical assessment long ago. The wave of corpse gas that erupted first sent the surrounding Mimics flying backward.
“Ugh!”
Simon skidded across the ground and swept both arms outward from behind his back in a broad, rough motion—like spreading laundry on a line.
Swooosh!
Swooosh!
Dozens of white shards poured out like rays of light, attaching themselves firmly to the bodies of the Gahal warriors and the fallen student. Bone Armor then animated their forms, breaking through the encirclement and carrying them to safety.
“Wow!”
The Team Four captain turned his head just in time.
“The Student Council President! Simon, the president’s here!”
With one person’s arrival, the tide of battle shifted completely. Simon drew in a sharp breath and bellowed at the top of his voice.
“Garath Vel!”
The Gahal warriors’ eyes widened at the words, and they immediately raised their spears high and roared in response.
“Garath Vel!!!”
Waaaaah!
The Gahal warriors surged forward again with renewed courage, clearing the Mimics that had climbed onto the City Wall.
Simon seized the space around him and tore open a massive Subspace.
“Fire! Mages!”
Dark Blaze
Black flames poured from the Subspace, reducing the Mimics to ash.
Simon caught his breath and walked steadily toward the Team Four captain.
“What is it, Simon? Do you actually understand what they’re saying?”
To the captain’s question, Simon gave a slight shrug.
“No, I just threw it out there. After watching them for a while, it seemed like that meant ‘let’s fight.'”
“…Ugh, ow.”
At that moment, the student who had been unconscious stirred, his face contorting as he lifted his head.
“You alright?”
Simon asked as he swept his left hand horizontally. Scattered bone fragments rushed back like arrows, coalescing into the form of a Bone Spear that pierced through the monsters one after another.
The student who had been knocked out laughed softly.
“Man, that’s…that’s incredibly flashy. Anyway, thanks for the save.”
“Can you hold the line on your own from here?”
“Yeah.”
Once the monsters had been pushed back, this section of the City Wall stabilized.
Simon received word through a Communication Crystal and moved to another position.

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Outside the City Wall.
“They fight well. They fight well indeed.”
The Butcher, carrying two massive cleavers across his shoulders, murmured to himself. He stood in place, gazing quietly at the City Wall.
“Remarkable how they hold on—neither breaking nor giving way. Are these really just children?”
“I told you so.”
The One-Eyed Gentleman, his partner, approached.
“Even with our hand in this, we can’t crush them with monsters alone.”
“Which is why.”
The Butcher turned to look behind him.
“I’ll play another card. This one.”
Behind them crouched a cluster of masked assassins in black, bodies low and hidden. The Butcher whistled softly and adjusted his grip on the cleaver.
“But wasn’t the plan for just you and me to go in?”
“It was, at first.”
“We don’t need these. Setting aside their skill, anyone with eyes can see they’re assassins, plain as day. If we drag this lot in and the commotion balloons……”
“There’s no need for such concerns.”
The One-Eyed Gentleman nodded. The assassins drew a potion from their belts.
“For the Covenant.”
“For the Covenant.”
Without hesitation, they uncorked the vials and poured the contents down their throats.
“Guh—!”
Thud!
Crash!
Scattered across the ground, the empty potion bottles clattered as they clutched their necks, bodies convulsing in agony. Saliva spilled from their mouths as they thrashed violently.
Crackle!
Crackle-crackle-crack!
Something wriggled beneath their skin, straining to push through.
“N-nooooo!”
“Aaaahhh!”
Burst!
Splat!
Their skin peeled away, faces twisted and warped, bodies shrinking and limbs withering into something else entirely.
“Well, I’ll be damned.”
The Butcher laughed in disbelief.
“Then.”
The One-Eyed Gentleman adjusted his hat and continued.
“Let me explain the plan.”

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“Hahahaha! Exhilarating!”
Whoosh!
Grerion returned to the fortress, having spent himself outside rampaging in his Chimera form and drastically culling the monster numbers.
As he descended to a rooftop, he grasped the protruding handle at his abdomen and pulled. With a sickening squelch, the Chimera’s flesh peeled away, reforming into its original bag shape.
“Lost muscle this quickly, have I? I’ll need to rebuild.”
Grerion smacked his lips. He was noticeably leaner now than he’d been before, when his frame had been thick and imposingly muscular.
“Thank you for your hard work, Professor Grerion.”
Aaron approached him.
“As dedicated as ever.”
“Hahahaha! So, so! Nothing amiss inside the fortress?”
“No, but something feels off, sir.”
Aaron ran a hand through his tousled hair as he continued.
“Monsters from other fortresses are converging here. And there are mimics displaying unnatural phenomena we’ve never observed before. This is surely……”
“How much have you seen in your time as a professor?”
“Sir?”
Grerion plopped down on the rooftop and chuckled.
“Back in my day, we took a field class to the coast when suddenly a twenty-meter tsunami came crashing in.”
“……”
“It was when Kalos Kingdom and Baldwin Kingdom were at odds. Kalos mobilized their mages to eliminate Baldwin’s crown prince—a key figure in the anti-Kalos faction. If he’d graduated and become a cornerstone of Baldwin’s power structure, they feared the danger, so they tried to eliminate him preemptively.”
“They disguised it as a natural disaster.”
“They’ve sent a hundred assassins to students’ external lodging before. Kizen is that kind of place. It’s peaceful now, they say, but stories like these would take more than one night to tell.”
Grerion tapped his fingers deliberately.
“Remember this: Kizen is strong, but it’s not a unified organization. Within Kizen itself exist countless factions and splinters. They all bow their heads before Neftis’s power, so the institution rolls forward, but every member has different goals, different interests, different desires.”
Aaron nodded in agreement.
“Four great kingdoms and seventeen powers. The Dark Alliance was formed by forcing them together. Everyone dreams different dreams. It’s bound to fracture.”
“The Pope was clever to build an empire called the Sacred Federation on the foundation of religion. Though they have their own troubles—heresy trials and such, it seems—but in any case, what I’m trying to say is.”
Grerion rested his chin on his palm.
“Whatever happens to the students shouldn’t surprise you. Natural disasters could strike. Someone could incite the monsters to drive even more of their kind here. Assassins could come directly.”
“…….”
“We have to prepare for it, and we have to overcome it.”
Aaron nodded.
“I’ll contact headquarters. The Gahal Tribe will have a hard time, but if we could get permission for a Teleport Magic Circle to return to Kizen…….”
“When Kalos sent a hundred assassins, you mean.”
Grerion laughed coldly.
“I killed seventy of them. Students nearby killed ten. The Crown Prince killed the remaining twenty alone.”
“…….”
“Act like Kizen. Now that we’ve come here under Kizen’s name, we can’t abandon the civilians and walk away. If you want to keep your professorship, don’t take your eyes off your students. And.”
Grerion pulled out a new bag and attached it to his body.
“Trust the students you’ve taught.”

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“Gasp! Huff!”
Simon was sprinting along the City Wall in frantic haste. He’d already made rounds to two other sectors, supporting dangerous zones.
-President! I’m sorry, but could you come to Team Eleven as well?
“On my way!”
Simon spoke into his Communication Crystal, then activated another and shouted.
“Toto!”
-Got it! I can jump down anytime!
Hearing that, Simon kicked off from the City Wall and launched himself toward the fortress interior, his body plummeting rapidly downward.
Crunch-crunch-crunch-crunch-crunch!
A Deathworm erupted from the ground below and swallowed Simon whole. The creature shot across the earth at high speed.
-We’ll reach the opposite wall in five minutes.
“Thanks.”
Toto’s summon was useful in more ways than one. Aside from the smell, that is.
Simon expanded a defensive barrier of Darkness to keep the saliva from touching him, then braced himself for combat.
‘…….’
But as Simon rode the Deathworm, his expression froze.
“What was that just now?”
It wasn’t from the Deathworm.
A strange vibration was emanating from deep underground.

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