Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 685

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The Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Episode 685
The Grand Duke had departed for Bilkenos, and the Northern Military followed suit, beginning their retreat.
In the meantime, Simon gathered the remaining forces of the 7th Legion, slipped away through back routes, and established a position behind the mountain range.
Erzsebet wove a flawless barrier, and they waited there in absolute silence, like a mouse playing dead. All reconnaissance was carried out solely through Corpse Spiders.
Then it came.
[Commander!]
Erzsebet brought new intelligence.
[The Northern God’s undead forces have finally mobilized! They’re converging on the retreating Northern Military!]
Simon nodded.
“Good. The timing is perfect to strike now.”
While the Northern God’s forces concentrated on the Northern Military, the 7th Legion would traverse the mountain range and reach the “true Abyss” where the Northern God dwelt in one swift push — that was the core of the plan.
Simon turned his head.
“I’m counting on you, Herseba.”
Herseba appeared from the sky, tumbling through the air in a somersault.
[Leave it to me, little one!]
Sand flowed from her staff and transformed into the shape of a woman. She extended her arms, and Simon extended his.
Their palms met, and both closed their eyes.
Thump—
The moment his consciousness touched Herseba’s, he felt a pulse of shadow and darkness.
The emotions of her reflective mind poured in like waves.
Longing.
Yearning.
An aching tenderness.
Simon affirmed every feeling within her.
‘Go, Herseba.’
And through their mental connection, he added his own imagination as well.
The fragments of memory she had spoken of — he recalled them more vividly, so she could manifest them anew.
Crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack!
Over the snowy mountain plains that spread like blank paper, golden sand scattered down like sesame seeds, covering everything. It undulated in waves, and soon rooftops began rising up from countless points across the landscape.
[Ho.]
[Magnificent! Sand Lady!]
The Ancient Undead nearby gasped in awe. A smile played at the corners of Simon’s mouth.
‘Expansion of the Sand World.’
Herseba’s authority — the Sand World — is typically manifested only after inviting others into her dungeon.
But now she was genuinely expanding her ability in reality to the level of the Sand World itself.
Crack-crack-crack-crack!
A desert city built of sand unfurled in the heart of the Frost Field where blizzards howled.
Once the city reached a certain scale, the sand metropolis began to tilt away, trying to ascend into the air.
Simon ran forward, grabbed one of the building roofs, and shouted with exhilaration.
“Now! Everyone, climb aboard!”
The undead surged forward as if they’d been waiting for this very moment. Soon the remaining forces of the Legion clambered onto the sand city, and it rose gently into the air.
“Erzsebet!”
[I’ve got it!]
She, hanging from the very edge of the city, clenched her fists. The webbing that formed the barrier shifted, sticking smoothly to the underside of the sand island.
The bottom of the island transformed like a mirror, taking on the color of the sky above.
This was a kind of “camouflage” function that Erzsebet favored using. Looking down from below would make it difficult to discern clearly.
Of course, if the Northern God had flying undead scouts, they would have been spotted immediately, but right now the Northern God had no flying undead.
Before Grayson joined the 7th Legion, Simon had severed control over every flying undead within her sphere of influence and set them free.
‘Thank you for this, Grayson.’
Simon silently offered his gratitude and extended his arm.
“Take off, Herseba!”
[Away we go!]
Herseba began moving the city.
The sheer snowy mountains stretched below like a cliff face. On foot, the journey might take days, but this flying fortress would reach the Northern God’s location in less than half a day.
[Everyone, be careful. The weight we can bear is cutting it close!]
At Herseba’s warning, the undead who had been moving about immediately fell silent. Sand was indeed continuing to fall from below.
“Alright. All the commanders, gather.”
Simon clapped his hands together.
“Combat will break out the moment we reach the Abyss, so let’s divide up the assignments.”
[Divide them up?]
Prince approached with a tilted head.
Hop! Hop!
Pluto, the blue rabbit of the 2nd Legion, bounded over and landed on Simon’s shoulder with a soft thump.
[Got it! You saw ten Abysses in those memories, right? Hop hop!]
“That’s right.”
Pier chuckled. “Keh heh heh!”
[Only one of them is probably real!]
“Yes. The Northern God likely hoped the attacker would give up and retreat, but I intend to search through all ten of them until I find the true one.”
Simon’s lips curved upward.
“I’ll make sure he understands exactly who he’s made an enemy of.”
At those words, a fierce resolve blazed through the minds of all the Ancient Undead.

* * *
“We’re under attack from behind!”
“Damn it! They keep pouring down from the mountains!”
The Northern Military, retreating toward Bilkenos, found themselves confronted by a vast tide of undead sent by the Northern God.
Before they could even mourn their defeat, the relentless waves of the Northern God’s undead kept crashing down without end.
“It’s over now.”
One soldier muttered in despair.
They had achieved nothing in the Abyss, which they’d believed would be the final decisive battle.
Without the Grand Duke to guide them, and supplies dwindling to nothing, they were utterly lost.
“How did we even make it this far?”
“Are we going to end up like the Kingdom forces?”
As the situation darkened and despair settled like a suffocating fog, a voice cut through.
“Get a hold of yourselves!”
Crackle-crack-crack-crack-crack!
Black lightning erupted as General Ganiro, leading from the front, roared out his command. Each time his blade cut through the air, the Northern God’s undead burned to ash.
“Draw your weapons! Raise your heads! Where is the pride of the North?”
Yet once morale has been shattered, it is not easily restored.
The Northern Military were known for their abundant combat experience and their unique passion and burning determination. When that spirit was broken, they became helpless.
Ganiro sighed deeply.
‘The Grand Duke could awaken the soldiers with merely a gesture. Where lies the distance between her and me?’
But the wavering lasted only a moment. Ganiro recalled the Grand Duke’s voice.
—There must be no more sacrifices.
Retreat always came with a price.
It was natural that the Northern God would strike at their heels during withdrawal. He always had, and the Grand Duke was well aware of it.
Yet despite this, she had insisted that there must be no sacrifices.
She had always been that way—striving with all her strength to save even those beyond her reach.
The arrows of the gale wind had proven it, and the 2nd Legion undead who covered vast territory had proven it too.
The Grand Duke did not use us as pawns to be sacrificed. Even in the worst circumstances, Jin Arskalter sought ways to save her people—that was who she was.
“Trust the Grand Duke!”
Ganiro leaped skyward. His blade crackled with dark aura, sending sparks scattering wildly.
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!
As he brought the blade down, black lightning fell upon the heart of the undead formation. The brilliant flash caused the soldiers to look up and see Ganiro.
“A miracle is about to happen!”
Ganiro raised his lightning-charged blade high above his head.
“There is a way for all of us to survive. Trust the Grand Duke and strike at the enemy before you!”
“General! What are you saying now—”
Then it happened.
As if by some impossible magic, every undead ceased their assault.
“?!”
The Northern God’s undead, who had been locked in combat, suddenly turned and began to retreat.
“The Northern God’s undead are withdrawing!”
“…We’re alive!”
Relief flooded through the ranks as exhausted soldiers collapsed to the ground everywhere.
Ganiro’s lips spread into a wide grin.
‘Just as I thought!’
The Northern God was recalling his forces.
Someone was attacking the Northern God.
If that was the case, there was only one thing left to do.
“Chase down the ones who are running!”
Ganiro surged ahead as he shouted.
“Wait, aren’t they retreating?”
“Hound them to the bitter end! We are not a defeated army!”
Ganiro bellowed until his voice cracked.
“Now! The Northern God’s head is within reach! Our role is crucial!”

* * *
After crossing several snowy mountains, Simon’s 7th Legion, riding atop the sand city, finally arrived at the Abyss.
It matched the landscape Grayson had shown them.
The terrain stained crimson, dotted with ten gaping holes.
[The defenses are completely stripped, Legion Commander!]
Erzsebet cried out, wringing her hands together.
With the main forces chasing the Northern Military, the central garrison lay vulnerable. Pier let out a low, rattling laugh.
[The Northern God is definitely here! I can feel a truly terrible flow of dark power.]
Simon nodded as he listened to the commanders’ reports.
“All right, let’s go in all at once. It’ll be grueling, but I’m counting on you, Herseba!”
[Understood!]
Herseba activated her Authority once more, and the enormous sand city scattered into six currents.
Pier’s skeleton battalion.
Erzsebet’s corpse spider battalion.
Prince’s zombie battalion.
Achemous’s skull wing battalion.
Pluto and the remnant forces of the 2nd Legion.
And finally, Simon and the Legion’s named undead.
Six battalions in total.
“You need to descend to the deepest reaches of each Abyss and confirm whether the Northern God is there. Once you’ve confirmed, return and move on to the next Abyss. Whichever unit finds the Northern God first sends a signal.”
[Understood!]
Simon was truly prepared to search through every Abyss. He raised his fingertips and pointed toward the enemy position.
[Advance.]
The six sand fortresses split apart and collapsed downward into the Abysses. All the Legion’s forces descended into the holes.
“Herseba! Come here!”
Simon reached out his arm as he fell. Herseba, looking somewhat exhausted, descended through the air and landed in his grasp.
“Sorry, but can you fight a little longer?”
[What? I’m exhausted to death!]
“I know. But—”
The Northern God’s undead poured forth from the black chasm. Simon swung his staff.
“This is the final battle in the Northern Territory. We have to push ourselves to our absolute limits!”

As Simon swung Herseba against the Abyss wall, it transformed to gold, and from a small passage that formed within it, mummies came cascading out.
“Forward, mummies!”
Simon and his mummy battalion, along with the named undead they had claimed throughout the Northern Territory, surged forth with battle cries. “The Gourmand” raked worm-like undead with its claws, while “One-Eye” pressed down on undead with its massive arms.
“Hah!”
Simon did not yield, swinging his staff. The mummies connected through his will unleashed their bandages in unison.
Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh!
The Northern God’s undead that surged forward were bound by bandages and slammed against the wall. Any undead that evaded the mummy assault, Simon met head-on as he leaped to intercept.

Crack!
He shattered an undead’s face with combat magic, pivoted his body, and raised his arm.
Bones aligned sharply along his right forearm.

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat!
Bone bullets erupted from the muzzle, drilling successive holes through the undead’s body.
With his right hand, he wielded the techniques learned at the school. With his left, he commanded Herseba’s Authority. He opened a Subspace with his right hand, swung Herseba with his left to control the mummies, sent their bandages through the Subspace to pull out zombies, and hurled them forward.
Simon ceased his handgun barrage and clenched his spread palm into a fist.

Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-crash!
Tearing through the billowing dust cloud that erupted before him, Simon dashed forward fiercely, drumming his staff rapidly against the wall.
Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh-whoosh!
A golden slide materialized on the wall. Simon planted his feet and slid rapidly downward.
[Little one! Massive undead forces on the front line!]
“Roger.”
The Northern God was now committing his troops in earnest. Their numbers were considerable, and the dark aura radiating from them spoke of elite soldiers.
‘This is going to be quite the test.’
Simon reached back with his right hand. A golden flag materialized from his Subspace, settling smoothly into his grip.
‘The Grand Duke’s flag.’
With the flag at the fore, Simon’s eyes sharpened.
‘Is this the moment to use it?’

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