Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 682

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The Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius — Chapter 682
His throat burned raw.
His muscles screamed and cramped.
Simon was fighting at the absolute limit—his entire body pushed to the edge of collapse.
He’d lost count of how long they’d been fighting, lost track of how many Undead he’d cut down.
[Can you keep going?]
Even now, the Grand Duke—a monster possessed of preternatural stamina and willpower—still breathed steadily.
Though she’d shot down many times more Undead than Simon had slain, she kept pace with him, watching his back with concern.
How could he complain when she asked like that? Simon roared back defiantly.
“I’ll follow you even unto death!”
Through his helmet, he could almost see her smiling face.
[Hmph. Still, your eyes burn with the fire of a true warrior.]
The Abyss.
No way to tell how deep the chasm ran. They simply descended further and further, methodically eliminating the North God’s final elite forces.
-Screeeeeeech!
Simon swung the Sword of Ruin in mad arcs below him when suddenly winged serpent Undead came crashing down from behind.
‘Tch!’
He twisted at the waist to redirect his blade backward—
[Keep moving, Commander!]
Web-lines fell faster than the Undead could strike, and far above, Erzsebet whipped her arms in wide arcs.
The serpent Undead tore apart, their bodies shredding into severed meat. Simon realized her webbing was different than usual.
‘She’s woven Geheim into it!’
He glanced up and shouted.
“Thank you, Erzsebet!”
[Ohoho! I’ll be waiting for my reward once this war is over!]
The Ancient Undead fought with inspired precision. Whenever an enemy appeared, Erzsebet’s webbing carved through it; when anything remained, Achemous descended and smashed it against the cavern walls.
They pursued Simon and the Grand Duke relentlessly, determined to deliver them both to the North God’s chamber.
[Forward!]
Prince unleashed his Hidden Card Punch, sending a massive beast Undead flying. Simon and the Grand Duke finally reached the very bottom of the Abyss.
‘Ground. Solid ground.’
Simon had missed this sensation—his boots pressing flat against level earth.
[We’re nearly there now! Forward!]
“Yes!”
Simon and the Grand Duke burst ahead across the bottom of the Abyss. Her eyes blazed within her helmet.
[This is it! The North God’s chamber, passed down through legend among my ancestors. I see the marks and signs they described!]
Her voice crackled with energy and renewed strength.
There was even a tremor of emotion beneath it.
They’d truly come so far.
The endless war between the North God and the Grand Dukes of the Northern Region—a conflict spanning ages—was finally drawing to its close.
[Quicken your pace!]
“Yes!”
Once they reached the Abyss’s floor, attacks ceased. They simply had to follow the pulsing veins swelling across the cavern.
And then at last.
The converging point of all those veins. The entrance to the North God’s chamber.
“…….”
Everything glowed an angry crimson. The floor and walls writhed as if alive, and across the entire entrance hung a curtain of red membrane.
[Tread carefully. Follow me.]
The Grand Duke formed an arrow on her open palm, then snapped it sharply through the air. With a smooth whisper, it transformed into a spear, materializing in her grip.
Creak.
Creak.
The seams of her armor groaned as she stepped forward. Simon raised the Sword of Ruin and followed.
Whoosh.
She drew aside the crimson curtain and entered the chamber first.
Thud.
Her footsteps halted abruptly. Simon lunged forward, blade leading, right at her side.
But his own steps froze as well.
Both their pupils trembled, shaking uncontrollably.
“What is…… this?”

* * *
[Hahaha! Any undead that falls into Prince’s hands is nothing!]
After reducing countless undead of the North God to rubble, the Legion’s Ancient Undead were walking forward in formation.
Since they’d descended to the very depths of the Abyss, there were no more attacks to worry about, and the atmosphere had grown pleasant.
[You fought rather well yourself, 2nd Legion.]
Herseba called down from above, where a blue rabbit was hopping about below her.
[Of course! Squeak!]
It looked like nothing more than a blue rabbit on the surface, but it was the ace of the 2nd Legion and a powerful Ancient Undead.
The infamous vanguard commander known as the Enigma of the Snowy Field—Pluto.
[You all have worked so hard covering for the young master! Squeak! If we fought with our Grand Duke’s Dark Element, we’d be far stronger! Squeak-squeak!]
[Stop spouting nonsense.]
Achemous spoke with sharp, piercing eyes. Pluto laughed without concern.
[Taking a joke so seriously, squeak-squeak!]
[The young master will become far greater still. To reach this level in merely a year and a half as a Necromancer—in another year and a half, he will stand at the pinnacle…….]
[Wait a moment.]
Erzsebet’s expression stiffened slightly as she spoke.
[Something seems to have gone wrong in the North God’s chamber.]
[Let’s go!]
Prince bolted forward first, and the Ancient Undead rushed after him. They too passed through the crimson membrane and entered the North God’s chamber.
Passing Simon and the Grand Duke, who stood motionless where they were, they witnessed the sight that lay ahead.
[Ah!]
The North God’s chamber.
Where the North God should have been was a “massive mass of flesh.” It lay limp and slack.
A corpse that did not move.
The skin hung slack and discolored, suggesting it had been still for quite some time.
[What is this.]
Prince’s voice trembled.
[The North God…… is already dead?]
The Grand Duke barely steadied herself and removed her helmet. She then stepped forward, dropped to one knee, and examined it carefully in detail.
“This husk is indeed the North God. Exactly as our ancestors described it.”
Her voice quivered slightly.
“If the North God is already dead, then what have we been fighting all this time?”
‘……Grand Duke.’
Simon thought this was the first time he’d ever seen the Grand Duke so shaken.
And of course it was.
Everything she had believed to be true, all the facts and assumptions she’d held, had just been stripped away entirely.
[I’ll examine it myself!]
Splash!
Pier separated from Simon’s body and walked forward.
[Back off, Jane.]
From the 2nd Legion, Hate stepped out. The two caretakers slowly circled around the motionless North God, examining it carefully.
[Hmm!]
Pier wore a meaningful smile.
[This certainly appears to have been the North God, but the most crucial thing is missing!]
“The most crucial thing?”
[The Core.]
Hate, now headless, rose up and spoke in her stead.
It was only now that he realized—being a female-form Undead, her voice was distinctly feminine.
[Only the Undead Core has disappeared. There’s no sign of it being shattered or destroyed.]
[Krhehe! Exactly that!]
Pier folded his arms and looked at the Grand Duke.
[So don’t get too downhearted just from looking at a husk, woman! The Northern Forces have definitely been fighting the North God all this time.]
The Grand Duke rose silently to her feet.
“Don’t be ridiculous. Who said anything about being downhearted?”
[Krhehehehe!]
Simon fell into thought.
In this situation, two main possibilities came to mind.
First: the North God had relocated its dwelling to lure everyone into a trap.
Second: someone had stolen the North God’s Core and was using the North God’s power to attack the Northern Region.
As for the second possibility, he couldn’t even determine whether such a thing was realistically possible. It seemed closer to fantasy.
The most plausible was the first scenario, but.
[The North God deliberately moving locations doesn’t make sense either!]
Pier spoke thus, running his own hand across the walls of the North God’s chamber.
[The North God is an Undead with a body fixed to its nest! It must have been in this place for at least a thousand years! Yet it abandoned such a well-established nest to lay a trap for the Northern Forces, whose arrival time is uncertain? The pieces don’t fit! It would be better to use those resources to create more Undead troops.]
“Then what?”
[There must have been some unavoidable circumstance forcing it to relocate. Only the North God knows the reason.]
Erzsebet shrugged her shoulders.
[Well, regardless of that, where exactly is the North God now?]
[…….]
“…….”
That was a question no one could answer.
The North God’s true location after moving.
It was certain the creature was somewhere in the Frost Field, at least, but they couldn’t comb through this vast expanse thoroughly.
“Pier, is there any way to extract information from that North God’s shell?”
At Simon’s question, Pier scratched his own skull.
[Khe-khe-khe! That’s impossible with a husk that has no core! The other Undead are only under its control, so we can’t glean anything from them!]
This time, Hate spoke.
[To get information, we’d need to capture one of the hive entities directly connected to the main body. Jin.]
“Then the triplets, perhaps.”
Prince sprang to his feet.
[That Chronos creature or whatever is still out there! That bastard speaks well and seems sharp! We need to chase it down and capture it right now!]
[But do you know where it fled to?]
Just as everyone fell into contemplation, Simon raised his hand.
“I’m sensing Grayson calling me through Mental Communication. One moment, please.”
[Oh! The third one’s already recovered?]
Simon opened the Subspace.
Through the Mental Communication link, Grayson’s condition still seemed far from good.
That was only natural. Having undergone the process of being converted from the North God’s Undead to Simon’s Undead through Legionization, the entire body must have endured the shock of being remade from scratch. Recovery would take considerable time.
But then.
Screee—
An Undead raven Simon had never seen before fluttered out of the Subspace.
It descended to the ground and pattered along, then upon catching sight of Simon, flapped its wings and landed on his shoulder.
“Did Grayson send you?”
Simon asked this, establishing Mental Communication with the raven.
At that instant.
‘!’
A certain “vision” began to materialize in his mind.
It was an extraordinarily blurred image, like a black-and-white film.
‘Where is this……?’
The landscape of the Abyss unfolded before his eyes in a single glance.
More precisely, this was a view from the perspective of a bird in flight.
Flutter!
As the field of vision shifted, the bird appeared to be still soaring through the sky. The sound of rough headwinds was audible.
‘The Abyss—where we are now.’
The Abyss was teeming with Undead. This seemed to be a moment before the Northern Forces and the 7th Legion had arrived.
‘Wait? How far are we going?’
The bird flew from this Abyss onward, far to the north.
After crossing several mountain ranges,
‘!’
Another Abyss came into view.
Simon doubted his own eyes.
In this new Abyss, which appeared to be where the North God had relocated, there were ten holes bored through it.
‘Is that the real one.’
Crack!
Click!
The vision shifted.
Once more, a bird’s-eye view of the sky near the old Abyss—and in the distance, humans could be seen just beginning to climb the mountain range.
‘Ah, that’s us!’
The Northern Forces were visible, and the 7th Legion as well.
Simon could see the Grand Duke and himself from afar.
It was a relatively recent memory, not long past.
Flutter—
The bird revealed the Northern Forces’ position, then resumed its flight.
And after a long journey southwest,
it descended.
A snowy field, white and desolate.
The bird alighted on a solitary tree standing there.
‘Why is it showing me this place?’
Simon pondered this as he observed through the bird’s eyes.
Thud!
‘Awk!’
A massive arm suddenly burst forth and seized the bird. In the same moment, the tree was wrenched from the ground, the earth heaved violently, and a colossal form erupted from beneath the snow.
Simon felt cold sweat run down his spine.
‘That’s…!’
A giant.
An undead giant—one of the triplets Simon had faced before, or something nearly identical to them.
Gulp—
The giant stuffed the bird into its mouth, and Simon’s vision cut to black. A nauseating crunching sound accompanied a terrible sensation that coursed through his body.
And moments later,
the perspective shifted to a bird positioned much farther away.
The giant had devoured the bird and retreated into the snow, but the way the snow on the ground rippled allowed him to roughly guess the direction of its movement.
And the direction the giant was heading
‘No, it can’t be!’
The vision ended.
Simon’s surroundings came back into focus—the Grand Duke and her Ancient Undead surrounded him.
“Insolent wretch! What did you see?”
The Grand Duke spoke with evident anxiety.
Simon caught his breath, composed himself slightly, and spoke.
“I’ve located a new Abyss. And,”
“And?”
Simon looked toward the Grand Duke, his voice tense.
“One of the triplet entities—an undead like the others—is heading toward Bilkenos.”
Every face in the chamber went rigid.

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“Go on, try this too, outsider girl.”
“Thank you so much!”
This was Bilkenos.
Kamibarez, who had by now settled into the Northern Region’s ways, sat contentedly on a chair and nibbled at her snack.
Though northerners typically harbored deep suspicion of outsiders, something was different with her.
It wasn’t simply a matter of her outward appearance.
They say that a purely good-hearted person radiates such a presence even in silence. Those northerners who had exchanged just a few words with her found their wariness melting away without them realizing it.
“This is so delicious!”
She fluttered her wings with delight as she savored the snack.
“Thank you! Everyone here is so kind!”
“We’re glad it suits your taste!”
The warriors, who had been tense until her verdict came, finally broke into applause.
Those burly, muscular warriors were fumbling over each movement made by this small girl, whose stature barely reached their chests.
Kamibarez swung her legs back and forth as she gazed up at the sky.
‘I hope Simon comes back soon.’
Since her special training had ended early, she could have returned to Kizen quickly, but she’d decided to stop by the Northern Region first and go back with Simon.
Her superiors had granted permission, and when the blizzard briefly let up, they opened a Teleport Magic Circle to the Northern Region for her.
Bilkenos itself was unreachable due to the storm, so Kamibarez had arrived at a nearby town and rented merchants’ carts to reach here.
She’d even bought local specialties as gifts for Simon from the region where she’d attended her special training.
“If you have nowhere to stay, come into the castle.”
Godric, the steward, spoke with arms crossed.
“It’s a state of emergency, so the inns will be full. We’ve set up shelters inside the castle—you can stay there.”
“Thank you so much!”
Whiiiiing—
Her purple hair swayed in the wind. She hopped down from her seat after finishing her sandwich, then tilted her head, sniffing the air.
“What’s wrong?”
“There.”
She reached out her hand.
“Is that one of the common monsters of the Northern Region?”
At the far end of the Bilkenos City Wall.
“!!”
A single colossal face loomed above the rampart, glaring down at them with eyes that burned like furnaces.

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