Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 678

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius 678
Screeeeeeeee!
Screeeee!
Black death flies from the tip of the Grand Duke’s Bow.
Hundreds of undead vanish in a single shot, and the mountain beyond it is sheared away. The undead nests of the distant Abyss crumble as well.
Overwhelming majesty.
Each time she draws her bowstring, countless spirits are reduced to dust and scatter. She dominated entire armies standing alone.
[Come, Hate.]
At her gesture, Hate, the administrator of the 2nd Corps, appeared. The headless knight mounted her on a steed, while transforming his own body to wrap around the Gale Bow.
Shriek-shriek-shriek-shriek!
As the transformed bowstring pulled taut to its limit, the wail of a phantom spirit echoed forth.
She aimed an arrow skyward and released it. The gray clouds swirling with snowfall burst open in a perfect donut shape. Then the sky rippled with dark light, and a torrent of black arrows rained down in unison.
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!
The black rain poured down to judge the enemy. The undead were riddled with holes and crumbled like sandcastles.
“Incredible!”
“As expected!”
“We have the Grand Duke!”
Roaaaar!
The Northern Army, crawling on the ground, saw their morale shattered by the undead Kingdom Forces—but now it surged back in an instant with the Grand Duke’s solo display. She galloped on horseback, raining arrows down upon the enemy.
‘That’s… incredible.’
Simon could only stand and watch, jaw slack.
“What are you waiting for!”
General Ganiro roared.
“How long will you stand idle while the Grand Duke fights alone! Follow in the Grand Duke’s wake!”
Ohhhhhhh!
The banners of the Northern Army rippled, and soldiers charged forth with furious battle cries.
“For the liberation of the North!”
“You dogs!”
“Kill them all!”
The Northern Army, surging forward with savage momentum, began to systematically slaughter the undead Kingdom Forces. They had seized the moment.
“Grand Duke.”
General Ganiro rushed to the Grand Duke’s side.
“You have done more than enough. Allow us to take the front. You must preserve your strength for the confrontation with the North God.”
[Understood.]
Only then did the Grand Duke dismount. The bow, saddle, and armor transformed, and Hate resumed his natural form.
[Do not let up the assault.]
“Yes. Leave our rear to me, Grand Duke!”
The Northern Army moved to the front line, while the 2nd Corps and 7th Legion drove in from both flanks, pushing back the Kingdom Forces.
Having spent her strength in a single decisive burst, the Grand Duke turned to command.
[Lower the left flank guard to prepare for side attacks. Archers, fall back ten paces. The third cavalry unit is advancing too far ahead. Keep your lines.
Even as she directed the Northern Army, she simultaneously controlled the 2nd Corps with meticulous precision through Telepathy. The enemy line crumbled as the forces moved in perfect synchronization.
Simon could not fall behind.
‘Erzsebet! Fall back and lure them into your webs. Prince! Use the Crown to stop the zombies at eleven o’clock!’
[Yes, Legion Commander!]
[Got it!]
With the Grand Duke and Simon taking the lead, the new Three Siblings barrier that the North God had prepared was slowly being broken through.
However.
Screeeee—!
Screeeee!
The sky turned crimson. The undead were dyed with a reddish aura, growing steadily stronger.
[Ha ha ha ha ha!]
Simon turned his head.
Chronos, tattered from the Grand Duke’s arrows, had reappeared and was laughing. His upper body bore the form of a zombie, but below the chest he had hastily reconstructed himself with bones like a skeleton.
[You can never defeat the great North God!]
Red moons rose in succession across the sky.
As Chronos’s specialty took effect, the undead grew stronger. The undead that soldiers had cut down without difficulty now became so powerful that three or four soldiers fighting together could not overcome them.
“The zombies have become like monsters!”
“What is that!”
Chronos’s Ultra Wide-Range Curse. It strengthened their own undead while simultaneously weakening the Northern Army.
[This is the true power of the ‘firstborn.’]
Countless moons rose in the sky.
[I will command the continent’s mightiest army — one that never knows defeat!]
Screeeeeech!
At once, arrows from the Grand Duke’s bow streaked across the heavens. Each time she shattered the Red Moon unfolded above, the reinforcement curse binding the undead dissolved with it.
[You continue to obstruct me, Grand Duke!]
Chronos unfurled another moon.
[Ha. Let’s see who prevails.]
The Grand Duke laughed, drawing her bow.
The battle between the two masters — moon conjured, moon shattered — unfolded with terrible ferocity.
[What are you doing! Second brother!]
Chronos let out a howl.
[Bring me that woman’s head at once!]
Crash!
From the ranks of the Northern Army holding the front, soldiers suddenly erupted and flew backward as though a fountain had burst.
“Hm?”
“Something comes!”
Thud-thud-thud-thud-thud!
With hoofbeats that shook the earth itself, a man with arms erupting from his throat swung his blade.
Crash!
In the wake of his stroke, thorns of slashing force erupted across the path, piercing soldiers through and dropping them where they stood.
[Kill me…… Kill me…… Kill me……!]
It was Commander Romario, now undead.
More arms burst forth across his body. Writhing and contorted like expressions of his torment, each limb flailed in agony.
[Kill me……!]
He gripped the sword in both hands and drew it downward. Black thorns — the Thorn Mountain — erupted from the ground, and the soldiers’ bodies became riddled like honeycomb.
“Gack!”
“Cough!”
Blood spilled from the soldiers’ mouths as they fell.
Boom!
Romario advanced on horseback with savage force. No one could stop him. The soldiers’ spear thrusts and arrows were caught and deflected by the hands growing across his body.
“Damn it, he’s impossibly strong!”
“The Kingdom’s commander has become one of the Three Siblings!”
Romario increased his speed. His goal lay in one direction — where the Grand Duke’s standard flew.
Toward the Grand Duke herself.
Seeing him approach, the Grand Duke ceased her harassment of Chronos and turned her bowstring toward Romario.
[Kill meeeeeee!]
Just as Romario reached her.
Clang!
A man burst in like lightning, sword raised, and his blow was so devastating that Romario and his horse were driven backward.
“Your opponent is me, Romario!”
Ganiro’s eyes blazed.
[Kill me! Kill me! Kill me!]
Romario’s thoughts raged wildly through the mental link.
“What kind of sight is this! Romario! Pathetic!”
Clang!
The two warriors clashed swords with brutal intensity.

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“Hah… hah…”
Sweat beaded on Simon’s brow as he directed the forces.
‘There are far more enemies than I anticipated!’
The Kingdom Forces that had turned undead were not all of it. The North God continued to send new reinforcements.
An endless tide of undead descended from the Mountain Range — colossal yeti zombies, skeletons. Under the influence of Chronos’s Red Moon, they had grown far more savage and swift.
Screech!
Screeeeeech!
The Grand Duke’s arrows continuously pierced Chronos’s moons and hunted the named ones, yet the enemy forces had no end.
Her dark element was not infinite. Moreover, she was shooting while simultaneously controlling the 2nd Corps.
‘Our legion has the breathing room — we need to move more aggressively.’
Simon swept his arm forward.
‘Achemous! Hold back the enemies descending from the northern Mountain Range!’
[Yes, Master!]
‘Pier, circle around and cover our rear!’
[Kehehehe! Understood, boy!]
Simon held the line against the undead pressing in from all sides, steadily tightening the Kingdom Forces’ encirclement. Even the North God seemed to grasp the battle’s significance—more troops were being dispatched from the Abyss, the very heart of his domain.
This was beginning to feel like a decisive turning point.
Most troubling was Chronos, the “eldest” of the Three Siblings—a far more formidable opponent than Simon had anticipated, one who could not be allowed to escape. He had to be eliminated here and now.
[Legion Commander! Undead are pouring in from the right!]
‘I’ll handle it!’
Under the Grand Duke’s orders to conserve his strength, Simon had refrained from donning Pier and instead focused entirely on command and coordination.
Yet the urge to do something himself was becoming unbearable. Simon dashed forward personally and activated a Magic Circle.

Whoosh!
Whoosh!
A teal-tinged Dark Element surged skyward, settling into the Skeleton that Simon had drawn from his Subspace. His sword rippled with fluorescent light, and a teal Cloak billowed behind him.
‘Forward!’
With a Crown pressed firmly upon his head, Simon led his Guard directly into the throng, cutting down the pressing tide of undead.
Whether Chronos was shifting his Curses continuously or through some other means, the undead’s effects kept changing—their bones and flesh hardening one moment, their speed accelerating to inhuman extremes the next.
Yet with each effect that took hold, the Grand Duke’s Arrows struck true, dropping the Red Moon and neutralizing the enchantment.
[You never know when to yield, do you, Grand Duke!]
Chronos’s voice echoed from the distance.
[Our youngest, the third! You alone remain! Has the moment finally arrived?]
“!”
Simon froze at those words.
That was when he realized the third sibling had not yet appeared.
‘Think. If the eldest is Chronos and the second is Romario, then who is the third?’
Simon bit his lip and scanned the field urgently.
Among the Kingdom Forces—who could possibly be the third?
As he swept his gaze across the battlefield, a familiar face caught his eye.
‘Of course!’
Earl Boldmont.
The man, now a Zombie, shambled forward with a vacant, hollow stare. Simon gritted his teeth and charged.
‘Follow me!’
There was a strong possibility that Earl Boldmont was the third sibling. Whatever abilities he possessed, Simon had to eliminate him before he could fully deploy them.
Simon surged forward, his Guard close behind.
With each flash of teal sword-light, Zombies’ heads flew from their shoulders.
-Screeeee!
-Shrieeeek!
As if to protect the third, the Zombies rushed at Simon in unison, forming a barrier before him—
Shiiing!
Fluorescent blade light carved through the air countless times, and the Zombies fell to scattered meat.
Simon wedged through the gap and leapt. Mid-air, he twisted the Guard’s blade in his grip.
Slice!
He cut. The Zombie that was once Boldmont’s head flew high into the sky.
‘Farewell, Earl Boldmont.’
Simon offered a silent prayer as he landed.
Thud.
Roll-roll-roll.
The head of the Zombie-fied Earl Boldmont tumbled across the ground.
And then a thought struck him.
‘That was… too easy.’
Boldmont had been—
Just an ordinary Zombie.
Not the third at all.
[Aha-ha.]
Tap.
That instant, Simon felt a hand settle on his shoulder.
He had sensed nothing—no presence, no warning. Dread flooded through him as he spun around.
‘!’
[It’s been a long time, Simon.]
The undead before him was a face he knew.
Long hair, pallid skin, her body crisscrossed with gashes.
A tall woman zombie.
She smiled, lips parted in a vacant grin.
Whoosh!
Simon swung his sword, but she leaped effortlessly over it. His arm trembled from the shock of missing.
“How is this possible……? What are you doing here?”
Simon cried out.
“Greyson!”
Greyson, the milkmaid, smiled that same hollow smile.
[Hehehehe.]
She opened her arms wide.
Fwup-fwup-fwup-fwup-fwup!
Fwup-fwup-fwup-fwup-fwup!
Countless undead birds began to take flight from behind her back.
[I’m sorry. It seems I was the third one after all.]
“……!”
Simon staggered as though struck in the back of the head with a sledgehammer, momentarily unable to think. Then, with effort, he collected himself.
‘Stay calm.’
He drew slow, steady breaths, clawing back his composure.
‘Greyson was in the Kingdom Forces.’
What was done could not be undone. The question now was how to respond to what came next.
‘Pier.’
[What is it, boy?]
Simon raised his sword before him, sharpening his focus.
‘Is there any way to bring the three of them into the Legion as undead?’

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