Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 681

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School, Chapter 681
All three of the Northern God’s new siblings fell.
Greyson’s performance was particularly decisive. As the third, she wrung out her final power, breaking the chains binding the Northern God’s flying undead and stripping away their control entirely.
Every flying undead of the Northern God’s army on the battlefield was freed, and now the Northern God’s forces could not stop Achemous and the Skull Wing Unit. The perfect stage for them to shine had been created.
Coupled with the coordinated assault of the Northern Forces, 2nd Legion, and 7th Legion, the siblings’ remaining forces dwindled steadily.
“They’re fleeing!”
“What the hell are you standing around for? Chase them down and slaughter every last one!”
The Northern Forces, having seized the advantage, surged forward with savage joy.
Simon left the mopping up to his subordinate officers and pressed ahead himself.
“Haah.”
At the vanguard of the battle now winding down.
Simon removed Pier’s Skull Helmet and gazed beyond the mountains.
A yawning black chasm carved into the center of the rust-colored wasteland.
There it was—the famous Abyss. The Northern God’s domain.
‘I fought wearing Pier.’
The creak of armor seams met his ear before the Grand Duke appeared at his side.
She too had removed her helmet, and her long hair fell loose, revealing a beautiful face.
In this moment, gazing down at the Abyss with eyes flickering through countless emotions, she resembled a masterwork captured by some great artisan.
“You didn’t exert yourself too much, did you? I told you to conserve strength for the confrontation with the Northern God.”
“I still have plenty of strength left.”
Simon grinned widely and flexed his arm to show her. She let out a quiet laugh.
“Then I’m relieved.”
“You’re not avoiding my eyes anymore?”
“Don’t be impertinent with your elders, little one.”
The two of them shared a soft chuckle together, gazing down into the Abyss.
“We’ve seized the advantage. The Northern God suffered no small losses in that battle, and he’ll have exhausted himself crafting these new siblings. Look.”
She traced a line across the landscape of the Abyss with her index finger.
“The undead garrisoned in the Abyss have been greatly reduced. Especially with the third falling—the liberation of all those flying undead dealt a serious blow.”
“Yes, it certainly did.”
Simon nodded and added a thought.
“What about Kronos, the firstborn? Will he be all right?”
She smiled faintly.
“I couldn’t destroy him completely while helping the general, but I did strike his core. At least he won’t make another appearance in this war.”
“That’s fortunate.”
“Indeed.”
A distant roar swept across the air.
Far below, the forces of the Northern Command and 2nd Legion had descended from the mountains and were now entering the mouth of the Abyss.
She lifted the helmet from her waist and placed it back upon her head.
‘Let us go. This is the final battle of the north. Every soldier and fallen warrior shall part the way before us.’
Simon pressed his skull helmet firmly back into place with equal resolve.
“Let’s move.”
The two legion commanders brought their fists together.
The final battle was upon them.

* * *
At that same moment.
Bilkenos.
Tap. Tap.
Godric, the steward who had not joined the expeditionary force and bore sole responsibility for Bilkenos’s defense, drummed the armrest of his chair with his hooked hand.
‘I’m going to lose my mind from the anxiety.’
His expression raw with nervousness as he stared at the ceiling, he absently shoved a handful of the table’s carpet trim into his mouth and began chewing.
It would have brought him more peace of mind to march out with only one arm remaining.
‘Are we winning? We’re not losing ground, are we? What’s happened to the Kingdom Forces that went ahead? Is the Grand Duke safe? What are Romario and Kronos plotting?’
Worrying only made his temples throb and his mouth grow parched. Godric drove his forehead against the edge of the table with a thud.
‘Stay calm. Stay calm! You must defend Bilkenos flawlessly against any treachery from the Northern God. That is the duty the Grand Duke entrusted to you!’
Godric jolted to his feet.
“Who’s out there!”
“What is it now, Steward.”
A messenger responsible for Bilkenos’s defense approached with a weary expression. Godric bristled with indignation.
“Just because you’ve become a messenger doesn’t mean you can be insolent. Address me as Commander-in-Chief of Bilkenos until the Grand Duke returns!”
“Yes, yes.”
Godric clicked his tongue with a dismissive wave and sat back down.
“So the war really is ending, it seems. To think the strict discipline of the Northern Region has become such a mess.”
“But why did you summon me?”
“I don’t believe the Northern God would crumble so easily.”
Godric stretched his arm out.
“By the Grand Duke’s command, all citizens of the Northern Region have evacuated to Bilkenos! The city’s defense must not have even the smallest gap, so issue new orders to the mounted patrols to ensure there are no weaknesses in our preparations.”
The courier let out a hollow laugh.
“Sir, isn’t that the third time you’ve given that order today?”
“I mean to delve into even finer details! Whether Roxas’s wife hasn’t touched her drink today, or if the reindeer have been producing more dung than usual—report anything that differs from the norm…….”
“Sir.”
As the two men conversed, a warrior strode quickly into the office.
“An outsider has entered Bilkenos.”
“!!”
Godric’s face turned a violent crimson.
“An. Out. Sider?”
Since the Kingdom Forces incident, the people of the Northern Region had come to detest outsiders.
Of course, there was Simon, who had come as the Grand Duke’s disciple, as an exception, but outsiders like Kronos, Romario, and Earl Boldmont had always been the ones who brought calamity and sowed chaos.
And now, at this critical juncture, an outsider?
It was far too suspicious.
“Now look, the steward’s blood pressure is about to send him to his grave. Calm yourself a moment.”
The courier chuckled as he spoke.
“What’s so grave about an outsider arriving? It’s probably just a merchant or adventurer. What did they say their identity was?”
“That’s just it…….”
The warrior continued, cold sweat beading on his brow.
“They say they’re a Necromancer.”
Thump.
Thump.
Anxiety caused the veins in Godric’s forehead to pulse in rapid succession.
‘A. Necro. Man. Cer?’
The face of Kronos flickered in his mind’s eye.
“Assemble every warrior in the castle at once! I’m going myself!”

* * *
Godric moved with greater speed than ever before.
He was racing through the streets of Bilkenos with every soldier the castle could muster.
“Surely you’ve detained this Necromancer from outside? What manner of person are they?”
“Ah, well…….”
The messenger who had brought the report scratched his head.
“I didn’t lay eyes on them myself, but by what I’ve heard, even our warriors seemed hesitant. They must be a formidable Necromancer indeed.”
“Hesitant?”
The Northern people, who had been burned many times by outsiders, would surely have provoked any stranger who arrived—picked a fight with them or shown some reaction.
That tendency had only grown more pronounced after this latest Kingdom Forces crisis.
Yet they had been hesitant.
The Northern warriors were not the sort to be cowed by mere appearance alone. By the messenger’s account, this person must be formidable indeed.
‘A master of transcendent physical prowess, surely!’
Godric’s mind conjured the image of a colossal, muscle-bound man.
“Tell me more! More!”
“Ah! They say the person has wings on their back.”
“Wings?”
Godric pictured a monster—his massive frame spread with great demonic wings. Horns adorned the head, and the hands bore long talons like an eagle’s.
Without doubt, this was a being sent by the Northern God to seize Bilkenos.
“Damn it! Ride faster!”
“Yes, sir!”
Godric and his warriors tore through the streets in frantic haste.
The moment they arrived at their destination.
“?”
They spotted the outsider.
Godric felt his every imagining shatter like glass.
Purple-blue hair braided into two strands and draped down, a small frame. A round, delicate face. She wore a black school uniform top and a gray skirt.
“Ah.”
The girl who had been sitting on a wooden crate, swinging her legs back and forth, suddenly jumped down. The moment she spotted Godric and his companions, she came running toward them.
“Hello!”
She bowed politely and broke into a wide smile. Like a puppy delighted to see people, the tiny bat wings sprouting from her back fluttered eagerly.
“Those gentlemen told me to wait here, so I’ve been waiting!”
“…….”
The Northern soldiers stood there scratching their heads awkwardly, snacks in hand.
“What in the—”
The tension that had seized Godric suddenly drained away. He fixed the messenger who had brought the news with a sharp look. The warrior let out an uncomfortable laugh.
“Well, you see… the wings.”
“We’ll discuss this later.”
The girl blinked and tilted her head in confusion. Godric cleared his throat with a soft cough and spoke.
“State your identity.”
“Ah, yes! I’m Kamibarez Ursla from Kizen.”
“From Kizen?”
Godric’s eyes widened.
This small girl was a Necromancer from that infamous place?
“Yes! I finished my assignment and came to see Simon! I’m planning to go back to school with him.”
The girl fluttered her wings as she spoke. Godric felt the last of his tension evaporate, his body going limp with relief.
‘So she means the Grand Duke’s pupil.’
“Where is Simon? Is he still in class?”
Godric let out a hollow laugh.
“Class? Well, I suppose you could call it that.”

* * *
The Abyss.
“Raaaaaaagh!”
Simon, clad in Pier’s armor, wielded the Sword of Ruin in a frenzy, cutting down elite undead. His entire body was drenched black and red with enemy blood.
This was the Abyss.
From this endlessly gaping chasm, countless undead poured forth without end.
[Legion Commander! We’ve carved a path! Go now!]
‘Thank you! Erzsebet!’
Every soldier of the Northern Forces was fighting desperately in their position.
While the Ancient Undead engaged the Named ones of the North, Simon and the Grand Duke descended straight into the Abyss.
At first, Simon had thought that falling through the gaping hole would get him to the bottom quickly, but he was wrong. The gravity inside the Abyss differed from the outside world. The fall took considerable time, and during that interval, enemy attacks continued to rain down.
Running along the walls proved to be the faster method.
“Huff! Huff! Hrgh!”
Simon’s eyes bulged as his arms trembled violently. His muscles screamed in agony, and his mouth had gone bone-dry.
Yet.
‘I cannot stop even if I die!’
The Northern God lay below.
While all the soldiers and the deceased bought time however they could, he had to decide the battle. Simon gritted his teeth and swung the greatsword toward the swarm of undead pouring down like a dark tide.
Whoooosh!
The undead split in half, and through the gap, the Grand Duke drove forward.
[Hmm.]
The Grand Duke unleashed arrows from slightly behind. Black arcs whistled through the air, piercing the heads of massive undead one after another.
Keeeeen!
She then fired another arrow skyward.
The arrow didn’t travel far before it dispersed, transforming into Arrow Rain that pierced the undead pouring from the Abyss.
‘What remarkable control……!’
The dense rain of arrows struck nothing—neither Simon, the Grand Duke, nor the legion undead around them took a single hit.
As Simon marveled, his eyes suddenly snapped wide.
The Named undead that directly guarded the Northern God were converging on the Grand Duke’s flank.
“Grand Duke! On your side——!”
[This is your final lesson! Arrogant fool!]
As she swept her arm, the Phantom Dullahans galloping across the cliff face on their Command Horses swept down like meteors to intercept them.
[Do not separate combat from command! Execute both as one motion!]
“Yes!”
Simon brought his arm down as well. The Skull Wing units seized the worm-like undead and slammed it against the wall, and Simon finished it with a swing of the Sword of Ruin.
[Can you keep up until the very end!]
She unleashed a torrent of arrows into the Abyss, her voice cutting through the darkness.
“I’ll follow you no matter what!”
Simon swung the Sword of Ruin with every ounce of strength he possessed.
The two of them had now reached the very depths of the Abyss.

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