Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 591

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School Chapter 591
“Stop them! Hold them back at any cost!”
“Joseph has fallen!”
“Get him out of here! He’s wearing the uniform, so he can’t be dead!”
The western City Wall had descended into chaos.
A Guardian had crashed through the fortifications, scattering the students’ attention, and in that opening, other Mimics had found their gaps and climbed onto the wall itself.
“Tiresome,” Fitzgerald muttered.
Fitzgerald brought his two arms together like flags at his sides. The six-armed Siren beside him mimicked the same motion and unfurled a Magic Circle.
Six different spells burst forth, burning and cutting and freezing the Mimics in succession.
Siren, in her Chimera form, was performing the work of six mages at once.
‘Damn it. The darkness element.’
They were reaching their limit.
It was at that very moment Fitzgerald found himself weighing the continuation of the operation against his own life.
Screeeeeeeech—!
With a grotesque cry, a massive earthworm-like creature erupted from the ground.
Fitzgerald pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
‘Toto’s Deathworm! Which means—’
A black figure stretched forth from within the Deathworm’s maw and climbed onto the wall. Simultaneously, space warped open, and a colossal Subspace tore through the air.

Whoooooosh—!
Four whirlwinds tore across the wall, grinding every monster they touched into nothing.
“You all right, Fitzgerald?”
“Yeah. Perfect timing, actually.”
Fitzgerald’s legs gave out, and he collapsed where he stood.
Simon laughed, a note of playfulness in it.
“I didn’t think your sector would give way.”
“We started defending with one person too few, which doubled the strain. The other defender got overwhelmed and passed out.”
“Who didn’t show?”
“Serne Aindark.”
“Ah…….”
Sweat dripped down Simon’s face.
“I—I know I sent her.”
“She probably got distracted and wandered off somewhere else. At least we’re alive because of it.”
“Yeah.”
Simon nodded in agreement, then turned to look back with an uneasy expression. Fitzgerald spoke.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s just—when I rode the Deathworm up just now, I felt something strange vibrating from below.”
Fitzgerald adjusted his glasses.
“If something feels off, shouldn’t you go check it out?”
“Yeah. The wall seems handled well enough, so—”
Boooom—!
But then.
A massive explosion and tremor shook the very earth. Simon’s brow furrowed.
‘Too late—!’
“The southern City Wall!”
Crash—crash—crash—!
The ground collapsed inward, and the City Wall standing upon it crumbled with it. The students who turned to witness the sight gaped in horror.
“The wall……!”
“It’s fallen!”
An intact fortification couldn’t simply crumble like that.
While Simon’s mind raced desperately for answers, Fitzgerald stood beside him drawing something in the air with his fingers, as if performing calculations.
“That direction. There’s no doubt.”
“Did you figure something out?”
“That’s where the Underground Aqueduct runs through the fortress.”
Simon turned his head back sharply.
“There was an Underground Aqueduct?”
“A fortress this large would naturally have one. I know it’s guarded by a handful of Gahel soldiers. But.”
“But?”
“It’s impossible for Mimics to make a tactical decision to infiltrate the fortress interior through the aqueduct on their own.”
Fitzgerald’s expression hardened, turning cold.
“And setting off a Mana Bomb in the Underground Aqueduct is even worse.”
Simon grabbed the Communication Crystal in haste.
“Toto! I’m heading to the site right now! Get the Deathworm to take me there!”
—S-Simon, I’m sorry!
Toto’s panicked voice crackled through.
—The Telepathic link with the Deathworm is severed!
‘What?’
Simon froze for a moment, then pushed off from the City Wall and ran.
‘What in the world is happening?’

* * *
For the students holding the line atop the City Wall, it was as if a thunderbolt had fallen from a clear sky.
The bricks supporting their footing crumbled, and the air filled with acrid gray dust.
‘…Ugh!’
A female student, who had barely caught a protruding brick at the wall’s edge just before the fall, grimaced and looked down.
Beyond the dust cloud, Mimics were flooding in with their eyes ablaze.
‘I have to get up faster…! Wait—?’
With a soft crack.
The brick she’d been clinging to came loose from its mortar. Her pupils widened with despair as her body began to plummet along with it.
Whoosh!
She snapped her eyes open again after squeezing them shut.
A bright red Skeleton loomed in her vision. It wrapped her in Bone Armor and soared back into the air.
Clatter!
Clang!
Red Skeletons flying through the sky in the same manner were rescuing the falling students.
“?!”
The rescued students looked up.
From the bony Undead Warship in the sky, countless red Skeletons were descending.
“Professor Aaron is providing support!”
“We’re saved!”
Stomp!
Clang!
Skeletons spread thick as fire ants near the collapsed wall raised their bows.
—Snarl!
—Screech!
The Mimics were flooding toward the breached wall.
The Skeletons released their bowstrings. Arrows streaked through the air in a deadly volley, and the wave of onrushing monsters crashed and recoiled.
Clatter!
Clang!
In the next moment, Skeletons poured from Aaron’s Undead Warship, dismantled into separate parts, and began filling the gaps in the collapsed wall.
“What is the Professor doing?”
“It’s a barrier! He’s connecting the bones to build a fence!”
In the blink of an eye, a makeshift wall had been erected from Skeleton bones. The archers wheeled back and unleashed another volley, and the wave of monsters was driven back once more.
It was flawless, perfect defense—as if he had known in advance that the wall would crumble.
—This is only a temporary measure. It won’t hold for long.
Aaron’s voice came through the Communication Crystals held by the students. Monsters that had pierced through the arrows were now clawing at the bone fence.
—We need a high-firepower Necromancer to defend the collapsed section.
—That would be me alone, and it will suffice.
Flutter!
A massive shadow fell across the battlefield.
A pitch-black Corpse Dragon stood glaring forward with fierce eyes.

Whoooosh!
Hector, transformed into a dragon, opened his jaws and unleashed a torrent of flame.
The Mimics clinging to the fence melted away in an instant under the searing heat.

* * *
The entrance to the Underground Aqueduct.
“Dhhgh!”
“Rrtsk!?”
The Gahel sentries stood about in shocked confusion, exchanging nervous glances.
Though tremendous booming sounds had erupted in succession here as well, they had no idea what was happening outside. They could only guess that somewhere in the Underground Aqueduct had collapsed.
“Hello there, Gahel friends.”
Then.
A man’s voice cut through the darkness of the aqueduct. The Gahel sentries flinched, raising their spears defensively.
Flash!
Light streaked in a straight line, and a man wielding two massive cleavers crossed stood suddenly at their backs.
“Too slow.”
The sentries’ heads flew high into the air. Their torsos, robbed of the strength to stand, crumpled like severed puppet strings.
“No, too slow! Come on, move faster, would you?”
The Butcher hollered irritably, hoisting one of his cleavers onto his shoulder.
“I get that it takes time to adapt to a monster’s body! At this rate, the war will be over before we even arrive!”
His partner, the One-Eyed Gentleman, came sprinting through the aqueduct, followed by a band of assassins transformed into Mimics.
“Have you considered that perhaps you’re simply too fast?”
The One-Eyed Gentleman adjusted his wide-brimmed hat as he spoke.
“Let me remind you: we came to quietly secure Simon in the chaos, not to massacre. Minimize casualties among the students, if you would. This could get very messy otherwise.”
“I must’ve heard that three hundred times by now!”
The Butcher scratched at his ear.
“Well then, shall we move?”
“Wait—”
Splash! Splash!
The Butcher dashed forward, his work apron billowing as he splashed through the pooled water. The moment he broke free from the aqueduct, the first sight that greeted him was.
“Huh?”
Gahel warriors frantically moving arrows and weapons about. It seemed they’d emerged into some kind of storage room.
They caught sight of the man who’d just climbed up from the aqueduct and immediately raised their weapons.
“[Foreign speech]!”
“[Foreign speech]!”
“What are they saying.”
The Butcher’s mouth split into a grin.
Flash!
The heads of the two Gahel warriors wielding spears flew skyward in an instant.
“Nobody said anything about not carving up Gahel.”
The Butcher dropped into an unnaturally low stance and spun his entire body.
Whack!
Whack-crack!
His cleaver danced with reflected light, and Gahel heads went flying or torsos split clean in half.
“Hah!”
He caught the cleaver mid-air and drove it down with tremendous force. A charging Gahel warrior’s body cleaved in two, his halves splitting left and right.
“[Foreign speech]!”
Warriors stationed outside the storage came running at the commotion.
They immediately grabbed their bows, nocked arrows, imbued them with mana, and fired at the Butcher.
“Ho.”
The Butcher lowered his body, both cleavers crossed. The two arrows that came flying slid along the slanted blade-face he’d angled before him, and with a sharp cry he shook his arms.
The arrows’ trajectory bent, and their shafts buried themselves in the chests of two warriors who’d been trying to catch him from behind.
“Did you really think I didn’t notice you playing dead?”
The Butcher laughed maniacally and charged forward.
“[Foreign speech]!”
A muscular warrior leaped in and hurled a mana-infused polearm. The Butcher grinned wickedly and moved his cleaver.
Ripp-ripp-ripp-ripp-rip!
The blade’s edge moved with precise, rapid strokes up and down, and the incoming polearm was sliced into neat chunks like a carrot.
The Butcher spun his body and caught the evenly-sectioned pieces of the polearm on the flat of his opposite blade, then swung with all his might.
Thud! Crack! Boom!
The splintered pieces shot in all directions, striking the walls and snapping as they buried themselves in the warriors’ heads and skulls. They vomited blood and fell.
“Whoosh.”
The Butcher twirled one cleaver to reset his grip, then slung it back onto his shoulder out of habit.
His gaze turned toward the window.
Through the shattered opening, a massive creature breathed flame, incinerating monsters in its path.
“Wow, is that a dragon? These Kizen bastards really don’t mess around with scale!”
“All this already, then?”
The One-Eyed Gentleman appeared, leaning on his cane.
“Let me say this once more…….”
“Secure the blue-haired one and eliminate the platinum blonde. Understood?”
He bolted from the room.
“So we’re free to do as we like until we find those two?”
The One-Eyed Gentleman watched the Butcher disappear in an instant, then let out a long, heavy sigh.
“I knew bringing him in was a mistake.”
Muttering to himself, he traced his staff through the air. Complex magical circles bloomed one after another before he lowered the staff and spoke an incantation.
A low hum reverberated through the space.
The air tore open, and from the rift poured a torrent of mimics that had been waiting outside the fortress.
“There’s no avoiding it now. Go forth, all of you.”
The assassins transformed into mimics rushed out with the creatures, indistinguishable from the rest.
The moment monsters erupted from the main garrison, startled cries rang out from the students and Gahel warriors stationed outside.
“Catastrophe can no longer be averted.”
He raised his staff.
The One-Eyed Gentleman’s form sank into a pool of shadow, leaving only the faint outline of his passage across the floor as he moved forward.

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