Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 593

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The Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius – Chapter 593
The Butcher thought that in thirty years as a professional, he’d never faced an opponent quite like this.
Whoooosh—!
Whoooosh—!
The world flooded crimson. From the rifts that yawned open, waves of monsters with burning red eyes unleashed such a relentless barrage that he couldn’t think straight.
“Ghhaaak!”
The buildings around him were already reduced to rubble. Walls pocked with holes like honeycomb, roofs tumbling through the air.
“Damn it!”
As the Butcher looked up, two flashes of light poured down at a moment he couldn’t evade. He thrust his cleaver forward in desperation.
Crack!
The torrent of light struck the massive cleaver and drove him backward, his feet plowing long furrows across the ground.
“Graaaaagh!”
A raw roar tore from his throat, and the cascading light refracted, bending away to carve across the edge of the village.
Kiiiing!
The searing flash annihilated everything in its path, etching a line across the settlement before a furnace wind erupted, and buildings and earth alike shattered and collapsed.
“Haaah! Gasp!”
Cold sweat dripped from the Butcher’s face as he lowered his cleaver.
From the darkness, a girl in a school uniform swept her hair—black as ebony—around her. Between the strands, two red eyes blazed with the ferocity of a beast.
“Ha! You Kizen bastards! Here I thought you were training students, but you’ve been forging mad weapons!”
Lorain regarded her opponent with an unblinking stare.
Apart from Combat Magic, he seemed to be weaving in strange techniques—far more troublesome than she’d anticipated.
A blood-soaked professional Necromancer, steeped long in the dark arts.
He must have trampled countless lives underfoot, accumulated endless experience and sin.
She couldn’t let this monster near her friends.
“I have a question for you.”
Lorain’s lips parted.
“Are you part of the Covenant?”
“Hahahaha!”
The man, who’d been whirling both cleavers, tightened his grip on the hilts.
“I’ve no idea what you’re saying!”
“Why are you targeting Simon?”
“What do I gain by answering?”
“Incentive.”
At her gesture behind her, that nightmare-like rift slowly began to close—like a monster shutting its jaws.
“Depending on your answer, I’ll see to it that you’re surrendered to Kizen’s headquarters on humanitarian terms.”
“That’s not incentive—!”
Thud!
The Butcher kicked a wooden plank he found on the ground, launching it upward.
“That’s coercion!”
He struck the flying plank with the flat of his cleaver. It gained tremendous speed and bounced about the ruins like a rubber ball.
Without turning, Lorain raised two fingers with cool precision. The plank shot from behind and stopped with a dull thunk, pinned cleanly between her fingertips.
“You are the active perpetrator of an assault on Kizen’s students.”
Thud.
The plank split in half and fell limply to the ground.
“If you continue to be uncooperative, I’m prepared to employ somewhat less friendly methods of persuasion.”
Lorain retrieved two strange summons from her Subspace—creatures woven from glass and chains. They collapsed lifelessly to the ground the moment they materialized.
She opened both palms and began channeling her ability into the summons.
Whirrr—!
Whirrrr!
Fueled by her ability and Dark Element, the summons slowly stirred to life.
Humanoid forms of glass bound by chains, they floated upward into the air, twin eyes—identical to Lorain’s own—blazing crimson in their chests.
“Full Volley Fire.”
The summons’ bodies opened with mechanical clicks, unleashing countless scarlet beams skyward. The rays warped and bent through the air, converging from all directions upon the Butcher at their center.
“Damn it! I’m going to need hazard pay for this!”
The Butcher’s grip tightened on his massive cleaver, and the mockery drained from his face.

* * *
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Toward the One-Eyed Gentleman, dragon scales and bone spears rained down.
The One-Eyed Gentleman stood his ground, wielding his staff with effortless grace to deflect the incoming strikes.
“Roooaaah!”
Hector charged like a buffalo, his fists wreathed in shadow aura, but the One-Eyed Gentleman retreated and dodged, bringing his staff down in a vicious arc across the young man’s head. The crack of impact sent Hector airborne, and he crashed to the ground with a thunderous slam.
The watching students fell silent, mouths agape.
“Hector is…….”
“Losing?”
The One-Eyed Gentleman adjusted his hat brim with leisurely deliberation.
Around him lay scattered the remnants of Hector’s assault—scales and bone fragments, scorch marks and the dissipating traces of curses.
“For all his claims of being the eldest of House Moor, he remains a mere student still.”
Hector pushed himself up on trembling arms, raising his torso.
“In a few years’ time, you’ll reduce me to ash with a single breath. But that is your limit for now.”
Hector planted both palms against the earth and forced himself upright with raw determination.
“And it seems that ‘dragon’ from earlier was you. After shapeshifting, you’re hardly in peak condition. Fighting me now would be unwise.”
“……You talk too much.”
Hector drew in ragged breath and settled into a fighting stance.
“Come on, then.”
By any measure, Hector was in dire straits.
Unable to bear it any longer, the nearby students began to move quietly to render aid. The Gahal warriors in the vicinity nocked their bows and readied their spears to throw.
But then.
[It seems you know Simon Polentia quite well, after all.]
The One-Eyed Gentleman summoned forth his shadow aura.
“!”
Every student and Gahal warrior around them seized their throats at once.
‘The breath—can’t—!’
Then the shadow aura pouring from the One-Eyed Gentleman’s form consumed the very air itself, darkening the world around them to pitch black.
The students and warriors lost all will to fight, collapsing to their knees. Some foamed at the mouth; others lost control of their bladders.
Overwhelming terror.
Before it, humanity was powerless. Even Hector’s face had drained of color, frozen in dread.
[Speak.]
The One-Eyed Gentleman rose into the sky, wreathed in fear and shadow, descending upon Hector. He tilted the young man’s chin upward with the tip of his staff.
[Tell me where Simon Polentia is. Do so, and you and yours shall be spared.]
“…….”
Hector’s mouth opened.
“Thank you.”
Crack!!
Without warning, Hector drove his forehead directly into the One-Eyed Gentleman’s. The older man’s brow twisted grotesquely.
“Ugh!”
Thud!
Whump!
Hector locked his arms around the One-Eyed Gentleman, binding him close.
“For coming in close.”
Scales erupted across Hector’s entire body with a rasping sound.

Shrrraaaaack!
The scales bristled outward like daggers, sharp and vicious, his entire frame bristling with them as he held on.
The One-Eyed Gentleman cried out in agony. Blood sprayed forth and scattered into the sky.
[You worm!]
Keeeeeeeeing!
The One-Eyed Gentleman attempted to reassert dominion over Hector with another wave of terror.
[Useless!]
Clang! Clang!
The One-Eyed Gentleman’s sole pupil dilated sharply.
‘Dragon Fear?!’
The One-Eyed Gentleman, master of terror, found himself seized by a sensation entirely new.
Am I.
Feeling fear toward someone other than myself?
Crack!
Hector snapped his head back and smashed it forward into the One-Eyed Gentleman’s skull.
Crack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
He continued relentlessly, the One-Eyed Gentleman’s face mangling grotesquely with each blow. Then Hector unfurled his Corpse Dragon’s wings and rocketed skyward, reached the apex, twisted his body, and plummeted down.
Crack!
The One-Eyed Gentleman’s head slammed into the City Wall’s foundation, splitting the stone beneath with a resounding fracture.
“Damn bastards!”
Screech!
“I thought I’d perfected myself by the time this break ended! I couldn’t even remember the defeat I suffered at his hands!”
Snap!
“I was certain second year would be different!”
Crash!
“But he took the Student Council President position! And I’m stuck contending with him over nothing but a club chair!”
Snap!
“Every Practical Assessment! Every thoughtful gesture he makes! Every upstart who challenges him anew! It’s all infuriating! I’m sick of it!”
Smash! Crack! Snap!
“Why did you yield command to me! Simon Polentia!!”
Boom!
One section of the City Wall crumbled like a crater. Hector stood gasping, his heel still pressed against the One-Eyed Gentleman’s skull, his eyes blazing with a supernatural crimson light.
The One-Eyed Gentleman understood in an instant.
‘I’ve made a grave mistake…!’
“The one who wins in the end—”
His head tilted back like a madman’s, and between his teeth, a black mirage began to shimmer.
“Is me!”
A jet-black dragon’s breath erupted directly into the One-Eyed Gentleman, detonating in a massive explosion. Hector threw his arms wide, bellowing with all his might.
“$@!&^%@!!”
A vast wave of Dragon Fear tore through the air, and the mimics scaling the City Wall began toppling one after another. Some of the monsters even retreated entirely.
Students trained in Curses held their ground by wrapping themselves in Shadow Aura, but among the Gahal Tribe, warriors fell unconscious by the dozen.
Whoosh!
In the chaos, the One-Eyed Gentleman—now a pool of liquid darkness—descended through the smoke.
The pool flowed diagonally down the city’s wall face.
“Well now. Unintended consequences.”
The One-Eyed Gentleman’s face emerged from the shadows as he ran down the sloped wall.
His twisted expression smoothed.
“It seems I’ve touched upon the dragon’s true nature.”
From his perspective, it was thoroughly inconvenient.
He’d had no intention of making the Muir family an enemy.
He’d merely asked Simon Polentia’s location with a touch of intimidation, yet to think the boy would react so extremely.
He’d wasted strength and stamina at an inopportune moment.
!
Then the One-Eyed Gentleman’s single pupil dilated. An enormous shadow fell across his body as he moved along the wall.
Flutter!
A black Corpse Dragon reeking of decay flapped its wings, flying in parallel beside him.
‘He… he followed me this far?’
Shriek!
Hector, transformed into the Corpse Dragon, seized the One-Eyed Gentleman’s face with powerful talons.
Scrape-scrape-scrape-scrape-scrape-scrape!
And dragged him against the wall at high speed, grinding him mercilessly.
[Cursed bastard!!]
Hector’s fury still burned unextinguished.

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Inside the Fortress, a quarter of the city lay in ruins from Lorain and the Butcher’s battle. Her destructive firepower was far too overwhelming for even a small settlement to withstand.
“Hehehehe!”
The Butcher stood in the center of the devastated wasteland, sweat pouring freely down his face. His legs trembled, his arms quivered.
Yet Lorain’s breathing remained steady.
As the Butcher retreated, he had to admit his initial reasoning was flawed from the start.
‘I thought if she expended such enormous firepower so recklessly, a war of attrition would favor me.’
At merely eighteen years old, and already this powerful.
This was talent enough to dominate a continent.
‘If this continues, I’ll be the one brought down.’
But being captured by an eighteen-year-old girl here would hardly do honor to the countless powerful figures whose heads he’d claimed over the years.
So far, he’d done far more than merely evade.
Red flashes poured forth again from the rifts in space behind her, and after calculating their trajectory, he raised his cleaver and roared.
“No! My friend is in danger!”
Clang!
The red flash struck the cleaver and ricocheted backward.
The flash was headed toward the City Wall, where a female student was commanding zombies in battle against mimics. She hadn’t noticed a thing.
Boom!
Lorain gritted her teeth and summoned her supernatural ability, launching herself into the air. She reached the female student’s side just as the red flash was about to strike, raising her dagger to block it.
“Your friend beside you is in danger too!”
Crash!
A massive cleaver the Butcher had thrown was flying in the opposite direction, now aimed at the male student next to her.
Lorain grabbed the female student by the collar and forced her to duck, then launched herself forward with a surge of shadow aura.
“Haah!”
She swung her dagger, and the blade strike barely collided with the flying cleaver, deflecting it to the side.
Screech—!
She skidded down the City Wall and glanced toward where the Butcher had been standing.
He had vanished without a trace.
She quickly raised her communication crystal.
“This is Lorain! Right now I—”
—Lorain.
At that moment, the voice of a calm middle-aged man came through the crystal.
—Well done. Leave the rest to me.

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