Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 592

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School – Episode 592
The situation unfolded with such ferocity that one could scarcely predict a moment ahead.
One section of the City Wall crumbled, and now Mimics came pouring into the heart of the settlement itself.
“Shriek!”
The Gahel Tribe reacted first. Since that was where the women and children were hiding, the warriors defending the wall descended swiftly.
“Aah.”
Slice!
A man strolled through the enemy ranks as if taking a leisurely walk, wielding an enormous cleaver.
“More! Don’t you have any stronger ones?”
Slice!
Each time his cleaver flashed, the heads of Gahel warriors flew. He dropped his stance and gathered force into his thighs, then exploded forward in one fluid motion.
The Gahel warriors who entered the radius of his technique turned to look behind them, and their heads went sailing high into the air.
“Hahaha! The sensation is exquisite! Wouldn’t you say?”
Far off, a female student in a black uniform held the line against the avalanche of monsters. She commanded Skeletons with perfect ease.
“Found you at last. Kizen!”
He picked up several Gahel heads scattered on the ground and strode forward deliberately.
“Who could it be? Who could it be? Platinum hair, blue hair, platinum hair, blue hair.”
Muttering to himself, he caught sight of a girl with orange hair—neither of the two he sought. He clicked his tongue in disappointment.
“Oh!”
The girl noticed the Butcher too and pointed at him with one finger.
“You again!”
“Well, this is a coincidence! Was the reindeer meat to your liking?”
It was Eshu Argel.
“If you enjoyed that, how about a taste of this?”
The Butcher hurled a severed human head. As the heads landed with dull thuds at her feet, Eshu squeezed her eyes shut and screamed in terror.
“I appreciate your honesty.”
The Butcher stepped on the dark ground and charged forward.
“I won’t kill you—but I do need to taste the blade work!”
His cleaver flew toward her legs. With a sickening crunch, her legs went flying.
“Hahahaha! Hmm?”
The Butcher’s expression twisted with displeasure even as he laughed.
The sensation transmitted through the cleaver was utterly repulsive. It was nothing like cutting through flesh.
Boom!
The severed body transformed into a straw doll.
—I really thought you were a nice man!
Her voice echoed like a whisper. On the torso of the severed straw doll, a curse magic circle was inscribed.
Kabooom!
The magic circle exploded, engulfing the Butcher’s body in black smoke.
Meanwhile, the real Eshu, stationed at a safe distance, ran frantically and raised her Communication Crystal to her mouth.
“This is Eshu! This is Eshu! An intruder has breached the fortress!”
Crackle!
—Get a closer look and report.
“Spotted near the village yesterday! Suspected to be a third party, not Gahel! They just started swinging a blade at me without warning…….”
Clang!
A flying cleaver struck the Communication Crystal in her hand, and both embedded themselves in the wall. She froze with a panicked gasp.
“That was uncalled for. To subject me to such a revolting sensation.”
The Butcher advanced, his face twisted with indignation.
When he extended his arm, the great cleaver returned to his hand. Eshu’s eyes widened in disbelief.
‘I know I hit him with the Convulsion Curse…….’
The curse effect seemed to be working—her opponent’s skin bore blotchy hives from the spell.
But that was all. Slowly, the curse effect began to fade.
“Still, Kizen is different. I thought you were just playing war games, so when I threw them real heads, I figured you’d run crying. But you managed both escape and counterattack. Impressive.”
Eshu stepped backward, surveying her surroundings.
There was nowhere suitable to flee to, and her opponent was a specialist in Combat Magic with curse resistance. Even if she ran, she’d be caught.
“Why would I fear severed heads?”
Finally, she stopped moving and raised both hands before her.
“All we do at school is corpse dissection and assembly.”
“So. Cornered now, you’re thinking of standing your ground?”
“What makes you think I’m cornered?”
Crack—tap—tap—
Tap-tap-tap, tap-tap, tap-tap, tap.
The Butcher stopped in his tracks, surveying his surroundings. Across the roof and walls of the dilapidated building, across the floor itself, small white doll-like creatures materialized with soft, rhythmic bouncing.
There were too many to count.
The entire district had been blanketed in dolls.
“You’re the one who’s cornered.”
“Interesting.”
The Butcher twisted his cleaver with a whistle, baring his teeth.
“Let me taste a truly exquisite cut this time.”

* * *
The boy swept through enemy lines with violent sweeps of his black uniform, and with each blur of his limbs, the Mimics launched skyward in disarray.
—Keeeee!
A Mimic circled back and hurled a kick at Simon. Without turning, Simon caught it with two fingers pressed together.
“Copying me? Sorry, but—”
Crack!
Simon’s body pivoted again, his heel sweeping across the creature’s face.
“A poor imitation is worse than useless.”
Crash-crash-crash!
The Mimic smashed through a wooden wall and fell hard. Simon lowered his leg, his gaze fixed forward.
‘Something’s wrong.’
Among all these Mimics, there were unusually strong ones mixed in.
‘Like this one!’
Simon wrapped Dark Element around his arm, blocking a blade thrusting toward his chest.
‘And it’s not trying to kill me.’
Clang!
Simon batted the sword aside. The Mimic spun three times in midair, repositioned itself, then kicked off the wall and charged again.
Simon ground his teeth and drew Dark Element into his right hand.
<Hong Peng Original – Sword Strike>
Shwaaaaaaaa!
Lines etched the air around him, and every Mimic caught at the impact point spewed green blood and collapsed. The Mimic descending from above twisted its sword to block the technique.
‘As I thought, its combat technique is different… wait?’
Simon’s eyes widened.
Red blood gushed from the upper body and shoulder of the Mimic that had just been grazed by the Sword Strike. All the other Mimics were bleeding green.
—Keeeeeee!
Without time to think further, the Mimics swarming the area surrounded Simon and charged. The red-blooded Mimic kept its distance, still hunting him.
Simon tapped the ground lightly twice with his left foot.
‘Gate Opening.’
Shrrrrrrrrrrk!
The blade of an Overlord erupted from the Subspace below, lifting Simon by his shoe sole as it thrust skyward.
Simon pierced through the straw thatch that covered the ceiling and shot onto the roof above.
And on that roof, the zombies Simon had scattered beforehand lurched about, ready.
Simon stepped on the Overlord and leapt once more into the air.
“Corpse—”
The zombies dived downward, tearing through the roof as if they’d been waiting for this moment. Simon watched from high above, clenching his fists.
“—Explosion.”
A deafening blast tore the air. The monsters around them were swept away cleanly.
Simon descended to ground level and reentered the blast zone.
Among the scattered remains of monsters, he spotted the red-blooded Mimic.
Half its body was already reverting to human form.
‘Did a monster infiltrate us by transforming?’
Simon’s expression darkened. He struggled forward.
“Wait, hold on…! I’m not done fight—”
After thrashing for a moment, the body went limp.
Simon examined its condition. It appeared a Curse had been activated inside it.
‘The Covenant.’
Simon clenched his fist so hard his knuckles whitened, then rose and began walking forward with heavy steps.
Toward a place where an unusually alien presence felt strongest.
Before Simon stood an enormous gap in space.
‘A Warp Gate!’
Simon checked that no one was nearby, then quickly reached out his arm.
“Pier!”
[I’ve been waiting!]
A Subspace opened, and Pier’s greatsword slid free. Simon seized it and swung with all his strength.
Hyaaah!
The Warp Gate slammed shut, and at last the stream of monsters pouring from beyond the fortress cut off.

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“Hahahaha!”
The Butcher whirled his cleavers in both hands like a madman. Curse Dolls lay scattered everywhere now, as though fresh snow had fallen upon the world.
“Where are you hiding? When I catch you, you’ll know what it means to be sliced up good and proper! Haha!”
Behind a building, Eshu stood with one hand pressed to her chest, gasping for breath.
‘What kind of monster is that thing?’
There seemed to be no way to win.
She had to escape.
“Found. You.”
Her pupils trembled.
From the window of the building at her back, the Butcher’s face suddenly poked through with a “peek-a-boo” grin.
Crash!!
A house-sized Bear Doll came barreling in and smashed the Butcher’s face with brutal force.
“Ouch.”
Pinned hard against the wall, the Butcher chuckled. He didn’t seem the least bit tense.
“Cute Black Magic, I’ll give you that.”
Eshu’s Bear Doll charged at him, and the Butcher flicked his cleaver with elegant precision. The doll split into six pieces and scattered.
“Hm.”
The stuffing from inside the doll covered his body. The stuffing naturally carried curse effects too, but veins along the Butcher’s body flushed red before he shrugged the curse off entirely.
“Aaahhhhh! What is THAT?! Someone help me!”
Eshu screamed and ran. The Butcher immediately threw himself forward, bouncing off the rooftops before launching himself skyward.
“I’m sick and tired of stuffing and straw!”
His eyes flashed.
As the Butcher’s body descended in a straight line toward Eshu—
“?!”
A grey skirt fluttered across his vision, and a boot heel drove hard into his face.
Screeeech!
The Butcher’s body flew in a straight line and embedded itself in the wall.
“Gahhh!”
Beyond the collapsed building, his cry of pain rang out—the first time he’d sounded truly hurt.
“Does everyone at this school just smash everything?”
Thud.
A girl with black hair came down in front of Eshu, her skirt swirling. Eshu wailed with relief.
“Lo—Lorain!”
Lorain turned back to face her.
“Are you all right? Eshu.”
“Yes! I’m fine!”
“Eshu!”
Toto came running after them.
“I spotted you from the City Wall and came right after you on the Death Worm….”
Pop.
Toto’s face flushed red. Eshu went limp and collapsed into his arms.
“Ahhh, m—my legs are cramping. The tension just broke….”
“Toto.”
Lorain gave an order in a calm, even voice.
“Take Eshu and withdraw from this place immediately.”
“Y—yes!”
Toto gestured, and a Death Worm burst from the ground, its massive jaws yawning open. It swallowed both of them in an instant and burrowed back underground.
“Now then.”
Just then, the Butcher pulled himself up from the wreckage of the ruined building, brushing off debris.
His expression still bore no sign of real injury.
“Platinum hair, blue hair, platinum hair, blue hair. What? Neither of those fits.”
“…….”
Lorain’s expression turned cold.
“Blue hair?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’ve got business with that one, so you just go ahead and——”
A low, resonant hum filled the air.
Without hesitation, she broke the seal hanging from her chalk necklace. Her hair, dark as shadows, rippled and rose like flame.
“Then it seems I have business with you now.”
As she gestured into empty space, the air tore open like a monster’s maw, and within it blazed eyes the same crimson red as her own.
“Oh, ah.”
The Butcher, seeing this, straightened his stance uncertainly.
“……Something feels off about this.”

* * *
“Kyaahhhhh!”
“What? What was that just now!”
The students guarding the City Wall scrambled backward in panic. The inky pool below moved across the ground, sweeping its gaze over them.
‘No. Not him either.’
It was the One-Eyed Gentleman who had entered with the Butcher.
‘We’ve already caused too much commotion. I have to capture Simon Polentia before the Kizen professors find us.’
His single eye darted frantically, cataloging the faces of the black-uniformed students.
There was no sign of Simon Polentia or Serne Aindarc anywhere.
‘First, I’ll survey the entire City Wall——’
Crack!
Suddenly his face crumpled inward, and he flew through the air.
Boom-crash-crash!
The One-Eyed Gentleman tumbled pathetically across the ground within the pool.
‘What——!’
He’d been kicked with a force and speed beyond comprehension.
He rolled his eye forward. A boy stood there, hands buried in his school uniform pockets, one leg raised high, his expression utterly indifferent.
Dragon scales clung to his body in places, glistening, and from his back hung a pair of limp dragon wings.
“Who are you.”
The boy’s eyes were full of exhaustion. The One-Eyed Gentleman’s single pupil traced across the air.
‘Hector Muir. According to what I overheard, he was supposed to be the student commander. If so——’
A low growl rumbled from his throat.
The One-Eyed Gentleman lifted himself up like a puppet.
A vast aura of dark energy radiated from his body like spines. As the black-tinged shadows spread outward, the nearby students recoiled with terrified faces.
A Fear Curse.
Fear was one of the finest emotions for controlling human beings.
“An outsider targeting the students.”
Hector lowered his leg, still speaking with complete indifference. He too seemed to have grasped the One-Eyed Gentleman’s power in that instant.
[I’m looking for a blue-haired boy.]
Hector’s brow twitched.
“Blue hair?”
[Yes. Hand him over, and I’ll withdraw——]
A deafening roar.
But he could not finish his sentence.
A massive dragon’s foreleg came down without warning, smashing the One-Eyed Gentleman’s head brutally into the ground.
Crash-crack-crunch!
The surrounding area trembled, and debris from the City Wall rained down.
“Damn it. Damn it all! Everyone and their mother after Simon Polentia! Simon Polentia!!”
Hector’s eyes contorted with unbearable fury.
[Wait——!]
“I’m the one who’ll crush him!”
A deafening boom.
His other arm smashed the back of the One-Eyed Gentleman’s head into the ground.

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