Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 666

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Chapter 666
Shrieeeeeeeek!
Achemous, an Ancient Undead of the 7th Legion, spread a pair of wings and shot skyward.
Just beneath him, the Northern Region’s flying undead gave close pursuit.
Their beaks were twisted, eye sockets gouged into ruin, and where feathers should have been, bone joints jutted out in sparse, skeletal patches.
‘The birds of the Northern Region are absolutely grotesque.’
Whoosh!
Achemous, now blocking out the sun at maximum altitude, unfurled two additional pairs of wings—three sets in total.
The flying undead pursuing from below caught the sunlight passing through those wings full in the face.
Crack!
Crack!
The undead’s skin began to harden like basalt. The closer they drew, the worse the effect became, until not a single one could reach Achemous—they all tumbled from the sky in pathetic ruin.
‘Even among the undead, there are ranks that matter.’
And as Achemous hung in the sky, surveying the battlefield with arrogant pride—
[!]
A shadow fell across his back. A flying undead far larger than Achemous appeared from behind.
‘I let them flank me?’
The Northern Region’s Named Undead: the Night Warden.
The creature seized Achemous’s shoulders with both legs and dragged him toward the Mountain Range, slamming him into it.
But it didn’t stop there—it ground Achemous’s body against the peaks, accelerating as it went.
Eeeeeeeeeee!
A monster’s shriek tore through the air. The Night Warden’s movement faltered for an instant, and in that gap, Achemous broke free and drove his body forward in a ram.
Boom!
The Night Warden and Achemous separated, then rushed at each other from the air, colliding again and again with thunderous impacts.
The power disparity was stark. The Night Warden’s body was being torn apart instantly, yet other flying Named Undead of its caliber were already diving toward Achemous. In moments, it had become a one-against-five situation.
‘You’re having quite the time keeping the sky, Achemous.’
And watching from below—one undead in particular.
In the middle of the Northern Divine Undead formation, a female-bodied zombie shambled forward.
It was Erzsebet in disguise. She glanced around briefly, then moved her fingertips.
Twang.
Threads hung from her fingertips. No one noticed as Erzsebet threaded her way deep into enemy lines, the threads trailing behind her.
‘The plan is unfolding as intended, but there’s the matter of those two.’
She turned her head.
She could see Prince locked in combat with Third, and Simon groaning under the weight of Third’s curses and wounds alike.
‘Will those two manage to take down Third safely?’

* * *
[Damn it!]
Prince spat curses through gritted teeth, wiping away the dark blood that dripped down his forehead with the back of his opposite hand.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Third—the commander of this army and one of the three brothers—was fixated on Prince.
Hehehehe—
Third spotted Prince and let loose a hideous laugh, then launched forward in a grotesque, reckless leap, soles of his feet pointing skyward.
[There!]
Prince drove his loaded fist outward, sending a Shockwave, but Third instantly flipped through the air to dodge.
But Prince had been waiting for him to do exactly that. He spun his body in a smooth rotation and fired another Shockwave from his opposite fist.
‘There’s no way he dodges this……!’
Wrenching—
Third’s spine bent in an unnatural arch, his buttocks slamming against his own back. Prince’s Shockwave missed by a hair’s breadth.
[How is that even possible?!]
Then, spring-like, Third’s spine snapped back, and he drove his skull down on Prince’s head like a hammer.
Crash!!
The elemental compatibility was terrible.
Nine lives, formidable endurance, and straightforward, honest power—that was Prince’s nature. Against an opponent like this, one so unconventional and unpredictable, the matchup was absolutely the worst.
[Simon!]
Then Prince’s voice rang out, his head half-driven into the earth, dark essence dripping from his mouth, even as both his arms held Third’s head in place.
[Now!]
Simon, distracted by commanding his legion, immediately thrust his arm toward Prince at the call. The Magic Circle he had prepared activated, and brilliant light erupted from Prince’s body.
‘The timing is perfect!’
Now it was possible. He could feel it.
‘A corpse…!’
Splinter!
But Third struck instantly, driving a finger through Prince’s chest. Prince let out a strangled sound and vanished.
The Corpse Explosion fizzled out, and Simon himself staggered backward from the recoil of Dark Backlash.
-Clang clang clang clang clang!
Again Prince disappeared, leaving only another zombie’s corpse in his wake.
Third snarled and hurled the zombie aside, scanning the area nervously as if waiting for Prince to emerge once more.
“Prince!”
Simon laid his hand on the zombie’s body and summoned Prince again.
“You need to conserve yourself for the battle with Northern Divine Undead later! Fight more carefully for a while longer!”
[Tch!]
Prince returned and drove off the ground, charging forward.
[Then get the explosion timing right!]
He flew like a shaft of light, this time striking Third square in the head. Third’s massive frame tumbled across the ground and crashed down.
[The moment I latch onto him, blow him up! Got it?]
“Got it!”
Tap.
Simon extended his arm in advance, focusing intently on Prince.
[Boy! Behind you!]
“!”
Distracted by Prince, Simon didn’t notice the Named Undead called Executioner charging at him with bared claws.
Screeeech!
Pier immediately separated from Simon’s body and wielded the Sword of Ruin himself. The Executioner was cleaved cleanly in two along the blade’s arc and fell.
[The Curse is growing stronger by the moment.]
It was a mistake the Simon of old would never have made.
Dark blotches had begun to spread across his skin, and shadows darkened the hollows beneath his eyes. Fever burned through him, and his breathing had grown ragged.
[We fight separately this time! I’ll protect you—you focus on command, boy!]
“Thank you!”
Pier launched forward, the Sword of Ruin slung across his body, and swiftly cut down every Named that advanced on Simon.
Simon turned his attention back to Prince with relief.
‘If it comes to this, Prince has to take down Third!’
He prepared the Corpse Explosion Magic Circle once more and waited for his moment.
And he recalled the Grand Duke’s words.
-It seems not all the conditions have been met yet.
Conditions.
The conditions for using Corpse Explosion with Prince.
The question of will seemed to be resolved—Prince had now said he would use Corpse Explosion of his own accord to defeat Third.
But that alone wasn’t enough.
[Now!]
Prince leaped and clung to Third’s back.
[Explode!]
The timing was the best yet. Simon immediately manifested the Magic Circle and began to slowly clench his fist.
‘Corpse…!’
Trembling—
But the fist wouldn’t clench. The flow of Darkness through the Magic Circle felt uncertain. This wasn’t the same as before.
Something in the ‘conditions’ was still wrong.
Boom!
Third realized Prince was on his back and launched skyward. His spine formed joints and twisted, his body bending inward before stretching into a lance-like shape.
Like a living spear itself. Prince, clinging to his back, suddenly found himself attached to the point.
Crash!
Third’s body struck the ground, and a hole tore through Prince’s.
‘!’
Then.
Will aligned, Darkness spiraled, the Magic Circle manifested, and the fist that chased the moment clenched.
‘Corpse Explosion!’
Squeeze!
This time the spell activated properly—
—but it was too slow.
Prince’s life gave out first, and he vanished.
‘What a waste!’
It had been so close that Simon shuddered with regret.
But then.
Leap!
Third’s reaction was extraordinary.
Springing backward to widen the distance between himself and Prince, he shook violently, performed a shambling dance in place, and staggered backward. He crashed his back against the rock wall, stumbled over his own feet.
—Krrrrrrgh!
As if he’d grasped something and been seized by terror.
Third, trembling uncontrollably, suddenly widened his eyes and turned his gaze.
He was staring directly at Simon, who had been about to trigger Prince’s Corpse Explosion.
—Krrriing!
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
Third came rushing forward at terrifying speed, his mouth gaping wide.
Simon hastily attempted to summon Prince into one of the zombies he’d prepared on the ground. Instantly, Third’s violet beam poured down upon him.
[You fool!]
With a crack of black lightning, Prince materialized and immediately seized Simon by the waist, hurling both their bodies aside. The beam swept past, reducing all the nearby undead to dust.
“Gasp.”
They’d escaped by the narrowest margin. Simon gasped for breath, looking down at Prince.
“Prince, answer me honestly.”
[What?!]
“Are you scared of doing the Corpse Explosion?”
Prince, still cradling Simon as he kicked away the Northern Divine Undead around them and ran, flinched, then let out a loud squawk.
[I-I could never be scared! I’m the 7th Legion’s one and only Hidden Card!]
So he was scared.
Simon smiled slightly.
“Then I’ll ask you something else. Right after Third killed you—what did you feel?”
[Wh-what does that matter right now!]
“It’s the real problem. Tell me the truth this time.”
Prince clenched his lips, fell silent for a moment, then answered.
[I was furious.]
His voice carried raw emotion.
[When he pierced me through, I was maddened with rage! In the moment of death, I was no hero, no Hidden Card, no Ace! Just a pathetic extra! As I watched the laughter of the thing ending my breath, I had one thought!]
His mouth opened wide.
[Even if it cost me my life, I wanted to obliterate him!]
At last, Simon laughed aloud.
“Now I understand. Pier!”
Whoosh!
Pier’s Bone Armor latched onto Simon’s body, which hung across Prince’s shoulders.
Their strength reversed. Now it was Simon who hoisted Prince up in turn.
[What are you doing!]
Prince thrashed about. Simon spread his arms toward the approaching Third and triggered the Corpse Explosion spell in advance.
‘Corpse…!’
Screeeee!
Light rippled across Prince’s body, which Simon carried on his shoulder. The instant Simon detonated the Corpse Explosion, he hurled Prince forward with all his might.
Boom!
Prince’s body flew toward Third like a shot from a discus thrower, and Third thrust out a single finger to receive him.
Squelch!
Prince’s abdomen was impaled on Third’s finger, stopping his momentum. Black Element streamed out like blood.
[Ngh!]
Grab!
Grab!
Prince seized Third’s finger while black blood poured from him.
[So this is what it was?]
Screeeee!
Prince’s light blazed to its maximum intensity.
Simon clenched his fist hard.
‘Detonate!’
A blinding flash consumed everything. A ringing screech filled his ears; Simon thought for a moment he’d gone blind.
Then came the massive cloud and the explosion.
Trees were uprooted and sent flying, the ground was torn open, and boulders the size of mountains rocketed skyward. The undead crouched and wailed.
“Ugh!”
[Duck, boy!]
Pier burst apart into scattered skeletal fragments, seized Simon’s body, and forced him down. At the same moment, he draped his cloak over them both.
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat!
The sound of debris raining down like madness filled the air. Simon lay prone, his eyes blank and fixed ahead.
‘Ah.’
A deep, resonant roar tore through the sky.
A tremor ran through his entire body, uncontrollable and violent.
Beyond the terrain that had collapsed entirely, a towering mushroom cloud of dust and wind surged upward in a billowing column.
“……Is this Corpse Explosion?”
The destructive force rivaled that of a tactical weapon dropped by the Dark Alliance itself.
[This is a Legion, boy!]
Pier’s satisfied laughter echoed through the canyon with ringing force.

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