Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 664

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius — Chapter 664
The greatest barrier protecting the Northern God.
Named Undead, called the living horror.
Collectively known as the Three Brothers.
The moment the Three Brothers’ positions were roughly identified, the Northern Region moved with urgency.
-We shall move once preparations are complete.
War was prepared in silence. Warriors abstained from drink, checked their weapons, and throughout the day fell into deep, restorative sleep. Supplies were quietly transported in wagons disguised as ordinary merchant carts.
The Grand Duke, however, unleashed her Gale Arrows ceaselessly as always. Though she was their greatest strength and the one who most needed to conserve her power, it was paramount that the Northern God sensed no suspicion.
This war hinged entirely on one condition: it had to be a surprise attack.
The cunning Northern God was wary of the Grand Duke’s arrows, and if he judged something amiss from her usual patterns, he might catch wind of the deception.
Simon too redoubled his efforts in Legion Commander training.
-Fool. Focus more on your mental communication!
With battle approaching, the Grand Duke’s training intensity climbed. Simon learned to sense more threads of telepathy from her, and to master the art of focusing on more undead simultaneously.
Commanding a legion was indeed vastly different from handling ordinary summoned undead.
‘The very manner of mental contact is different.’
The legion’s undead moved through Simon’s Dark Element, and their cores were also constructed from his Dark Element. To use an analogy, it felt like they were one body—intimately close.
When touching the telepathy of undead, there was no awkward distance that arose from a living being approaching the dead, that unavoidable estrangement.
It required no great strain, and it did not tax his mental reserves as heavily.
-Do not obsess over individual units. Think of yourself as moving a great swarm!
The Grand Duke’s teachings were difficult, yet strangely, in actual combat her words always proved true. The moment Simon applied her guidance in battle, it became truly his own.
‘There’s nothing for it but to train hard and grow familiar with it.’
And so, as he accelerated his training, time passed.
The day of war arrived.
Clop-clop-clop!
In the early dawn while the townspeople still slept, the sound of hoofbeats echoed through the Inner Castle of Bilkenos. This time, no horn blast announced the sortie.
“May you return safely, Grand Duke.”
“Who worries about whom?”
The Northern Region divided into two armies.
The regular forces, primarily led by General Ganiro—the warrior contingent.
And the undead forces of the 2nd Legion, commanded by the Grand Duke.
Currently, warriors were scattered across the Northern Region under the guise of various duties. The moment General Ganiro’s morale surged and he advanced northward, the dispersed forces would converge in succession, forming a great host.
The Grand Duke’s legion operated likewise. Once she began her advance, all undead of the 2nd Legion within range of her telepathy would converge.
“Then.”
The Grand Duke turned to look back.
“I entrust Bilkenos to you.”
Simon, who had come to see her off, placed his hand over his heart.
“Leave it to me! I’ll protect this place no matter what, so don’t worry—focus on the battle ahead.”
“Good.”
She nodded once and donned her helmet. The atmosphere shifted instantly, and a savage gleam flashed in her gaze.
Immediately, the rough sound of horse hooves rang out as the 2nd Legion advanced.
‘All right, then let me make my move.’

* * *
The General would face the First Brother; the Grand Duke would face the Second.
The problem was the Third.
Once the Northern Region committed its full strength to war at Frost Field, it was a foregone conclusion that the Third Brother would invade the now-empty Northern territories.
The fundamental duty and obligation of every Northern Grand Duke throughout history was not “the slaying of the Northern God”—it was “the protection of the Northern Region.”
The Northern God knew this as well, so he could send the Third Brother to Bilkenos to pressure the Grand Duke into returning home. The Third’s advance was fundamentally a show of force.
But this time, the Grand Duke would not return to defend her home. The Northern Region had hidden reinforcements waiting: Simon and the 7th Legion.
[Commander! We’ve arrived at the destination.]
“Good. Thanks for guiding us, Erzsebet.”
Simon did not remain in Bilkenos; he headed out.
His destination was the Secret Encampment. What had once been a human village, it seemed, had become ruins through war.
Simon set up his tent there and released his legion-type undead around the perimeter.
[I’ll be going out!]
Erzsebet departed with her Corpse Spiders to set up barriers and webs.
[Young master. I’ve brought them.]
Achemous flew into the encampment with wings fluttering. Behind him came the Named Undead that Simon had acquired since arriving in the Northern Region.
Especially the Gourmet and the One-Eyed One—those were so enormous that rather than storing them in a colossal Subspace, he had stationed them in the mountains of the Northern Region to wait.
“Hello, everyone.”
A gourmet and a one-eyed creature approached. Despite their grotesque appearance, they bowed and fawned before Simon, the Legion Commander.
In the Northern Region, such large undead were ordered not to attack humans; they were kept outside and deployed as needed—a convenient arrangement.
The encampment swiftly swarmed with undead of every description. The Ancient Undead in charge of control moved about busily.
‘All of this is my strength.’
Simon gazed around with fresh wonder, surveying his surroundings anew.
No matter how formidable the Named Undead of the Northern God proved to be, with forces like these, he had every reason to believe in victory.
[But here’s the thing.]
Prince drifted back after controlling the zombies, approaching with a casual gait.
[Is the Northern God who controls Frost Field really all that impressive?]
“Of course. He’s a legendary existence—there are even proverbs about him.”
[Then later, when we capture him, who gets to keep him?]
Simon scratched the side of his head and laughed.
“According to the treaty, whoever captures him first gets—”
[Lack of ambition! Boy!]
Pier, who had been listening quietly, suddenly broke in.
[The Northern God must belong to us unconditionally! Yes, we’re joining forces with the 2nd Legion now, but later—consider them competitors!]
Thud!
He drove the Sword of Ruin he held to the ground, grinning darkly.
[After the Deathland, Frost Field too will belong entirely to the 7th Legion!]
“…Ha ha.”
Simon shrugged his shoulders.
“It feels a bit premature to discuss such things at this stage.”
There was no need to count victory before the battle or argue over possession of the Northern God.
The Three Brothers remained. For now, he could only give his all to the task at hand.
[Commander!]
Erzsebet returned and reported what the Corpse Spiders had learned.
[A group of undead forces is approaching.]
“The Third Brother?”
[No, it’s the usual assault pattern.]
Simon turned his head.
“Who wants to go?”
Prince, Achemous—both volunteers—and Herseba, who had been drooping with exhaustion, quickly raised their sandy hands.
“Erzsebet, what kind of monsters?”
[Zombies. Mostly the corpses of Snow Goblins. There appears to be a Named one as well.]
Snow Goblins were relatively small creatures.
They had no means to attack from the air.
Simon approached Achemous.
“I think a swift aerial strike and withdrawal would work best. Achemous, let’s go handle this together.”
[It would be my honor, young master!]
Prince clicked his tongue in disappointment, and Herseba’s sandy form simply dissolved away.
The moment Simon settled into Achemous’s broad embrace, black wings unfurled and they soared into the sky.
Whoosh-whoosh!
Whoosh-whoosh!
Simultaneously, every Skull Wing in the encampment took flight. The sky turned pitch black as feathers drifted lazily down.
“Let’s go!”

* * *
Considerable time had passed since Simon arrived at the encampment.
As undead forces poured into each village, Simon dispatched troops to contain them while carefully preserving his strength and waiting.
Then, at a certain moment, the undead attacks ceased entirely.
This phenomenon meant only one thing.
[Khehehehe! Looks like a battle’s started up above! The Northern God must have his hands full!]
This moment marked a critical juncture.
Simon asked Erzsebet’s Corpse Spider unit to intensify their reconnaissance efforts. And before long—
[Commander! The Third Brother is leading a massive force this way!]
As expected.
Simon ordered Pier to move the troops into position, then decided to conduct reconnaissance himself with Achemous.
He wanted to observe the enemy’s movements with his own eyes.
[We depart, young master!]
Achemous lifted Simon and flew low, keeping to the shadows.
Past a handful of villages, the Snowy Mountain came into view.
There, at last.
Grrrrrowwwwl!
Shrieeeeeeeeek!
A tide of pitch-black Undead surged forward in formation—a motley assortment of creatures, among them several Named Undead of considerable rank.
And then.
[Young master.]
“Yes, I see it too.”
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Simon had spotted the Third Brother among the Three Brothers.
He’d never laid eyes on him before, yet Simon recognized him at once—unmistakably the Third.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
A colossal figure on two legs.
It bounded forward with its elbows locked against its ribs, swinging its thighs in careless, exaggerated strides. Its gums gaped bare and horrible, its ears stood up in sharp peaks, and its undead flesh bore countless sunken, cratered wounds across its frame.
It resembled a human—more specifically, a beast-man.
‘Ugh.’
A wave of wrongness and inexplicable revulsion crawled down Simon’s spine.
The creature charged heedlessly, trampling its own allied Undead beneath its feet as though they were nothing. It waddled with legs pressed together as if fighting an impossible urge, then suddenly careened forward, kicking down trees in its path with violent, random kicks.
Simon, watching from above, swallowed hard.
‘This battle might be far harder than I thought.’
[Young master.]
Achemous pointed ahead.
[Humans—I see humans over there.]
“!”
It was true.
Down the mountainside in the distance, several Northern warriors were charging down the slope at a reckless sprint.
“It’s the Third! That’s definitely the Third, isn’t it?”
“Certain of it! He’s going after Bilkenos for sure!”
Among them rode a cavalry soldier, the Northern banner snapping proudly in the wind. Simon’s face went ashen.
‘What is this madness? The Grand Duke should have issued a stand-down order across the entire Northern Region.’
He wanted to dash down and stop them, but the distance was too great. And the Third, spotting them now, bounded toward them with earth-shaking thuds.
“All you have to do is plant the flag on his head!”
The cavalry soldier raised the banner high.
“Then the Grand Duke will finish him off, and we’ll be the heroes who saved Bilkenos!”
“Go!”
The invasion had been kept in strictest secrecy; the warriors not folded into the assault force had no idea the Grand Duke had ever entered the Frost Field.
Simon moved to rush down and rescue them—
Shrieeeeek!
The Third was faster. Its jaws gaped wide, and the air around it warped as a violet-tinged Dark Beam surged upward.
Simon cried out in urgent warning.
“Get out of there!”
Craaaaaaaaaaaack!
The Dark Beam poured from the Third’s maw, sweeping across the mountainside. Stone and earth were cleaved clean; dust exploded skyward in a massive plume.
“Ghaaaack!”
“Ughhhh!”
More than half the warriors vanished in that single blast—leaving not even a trace behind.
The cavalry soldier who barely survived drove his flag into the ground and pushed his upper body upright.
“What in the—— Ah!”
A massive head descended through the smoke and dust.
Screeeeeech!
Snatch!
The giant’s index and middle fingers clamped around the soldier’s legs. His body was yanked skyward dozens of stories in a single motion.
“Damn it all! Let go!”
The soldier thrashed, waving his flag wildly about. The Third watched with flushed, bloated features, then uprooted a nearby tree and laid it flat against the ground.
Then.
Whoosh!
It brought the soldier crashing down against the tree.
Splat!
Flesh and blood sprayed outward in all directions.
Splat! Crack! Crack!
Blood sprayed as the knight’s body in his grip twisted into a grotesque mass, sagging like seaweed. The Third Brother lifted the timber painted red with gore and, with a satisfied smile, thrust it through the tangled mass of hair clinging to the skull.
Screeeee!
He shrieked with contentment. Every warrior who witnessed it lost the will to fight, collapsing one after another.
“P-please… spare us…!”
Thud!
Simon flew toward the rescue mounted on Achemous, but he was already too late.
Despite his massive frame, the Third Brother moved with terrible grace, toying with the warriors before slaughtering them. He devoured their skulls or tore away limbs to adorn himself.
[Young master!]
Flap!
Achemous ceased his flight and descended onto a nearby mountain peak.
[You must regain yourself!]
“Yes. I know.”
Simon pressed a trembling hand to his forehead. He exhaled slowly and forced himself back to composure.
“If that thing reaches Bilkenos, it will be catastrophic.”
[What will you do?]
“Move into position and prepare an ambush.”
Simon’s face hardened as he spoke.
“Not a single undead gets past—not even one.”
Kiiiiing!
Simon’s gaze snapped forward.
The Third Brother’s jaw gaped as he mumbled something incoherent. A violet dark aura seeped from his mouth, painting letters in the air.
There was no doubt.
‘Rune Language!’
The undead was inscribing a Black Magic Circle with Rune Language. Did it actually understand the principles of magic?
Simon’s face was taut with alarm as he watched ahead.
Click-click-click—
The massive eyeball rotated a full one hundred eighty degrees, focusing precisely on the spot where Simon stood.
‘!’
Goosebumps erupted across Simon’s entire body.
It felt like serpents writhing down his spine.
[Danger, young master!]
In the same instant Achemous shielded Simon, something detonated with a sound like shattering glass.
‘Hack!’
For a moment, a high-pitched ringing screamed through his ears. Fortunately, Achemous bore the brunt of the blast.
“A-are you all right, Achemous?”
[Yes, I am unharmed.]
Simon looked past the smoke. The Third Brother was laughing—a grating, keening sound.
Simon’s mouth twisted.
‘All right then. Let’s try this.’

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