Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 687

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School – Episode 687
After catching his breath, Simon parted ways with Erzsebet and descended into the Abyss that Pier controlled.
There were no enemy attacks. He admired Pier’s clean handiwork and descended comfortably, riding the Abyss’s gravity.
It wasn’t long before the bottom of the Abyss came into view.
‘Found it!’
Atop a mountain of countless destroyed Undead remains stood a tall Skeleton, shouldering a Greatsword, bearing an air of bold confidence.
He creaked as he turned his skull.
[Krhehehe! You’ve come, boy!]
“Pier!”
Pier caught Simon as he descended and set him safely on the ground.
“Where is the North God?”
[The North God wasn’t here, but you’ve arrived at just the right moment!]
Pier looked up at the gaping ceiling of the Abyss.
[Now is precisely when their counterattack is about to begin!]
Whoooooosh!
A section of the wall burst open and a massive worm-like Undead erupted forth.
It was a Deathworm, the same species that Toto—Simon’s classmate—used, but several times larger.
Simon’s face tensed as he drew forth his blade wreathed in shadow.
‘They let us reach the bottom before attacking. The same tactic as with Erzsebet.’
Uweeeeegh!
The Deathworm spewed something from its mouth, and smaller Undead—mere Zombies—rained down like a downpour.
[Wear me, boy!]
Click! Click!
Pier’s body split into multiple segments in an instant, attaching swiftly across Simon’s entire frame. Simon chuckled softly as he raised his right arm.
“I’m not getting in your way, am I?”
Snap!
The moment the Bone Gauntlet fastened onto his arm, the Sword of Ruin materialized in his hand.
[Krhehehe! How could you be! I alone cannot wield the power dwelling in the blade!]
Uuuuuung!
The blade of the pristine white Greatsword began to tint green.
[The blade recognizes only the Legion Commander! And against so many enemies, that one’s power is precisely what we need!]
“Let’s go!”
Simon drove his right foot forward with enough force to crater the ground, and swung the Greatsword twice in rapid succession.

In an instant, the world was consumed by a flood of green ink, and the writhing Undead collapsed to the ground, their bodies melting away like sludge.
The Deathworm, too, could not escape the poison and took a direct hit. It let out anguished cries as it began to dissolve.
[Krhehehe! Indeed, magnificent! You’ve fully mastered the combination technique now!]
“Let’s move!”
Simon, still wearing Pier, ran along the wall.
This was the power of a Legion Commander—his physical abilities transcended all previous limitations. His entire body felt fluid and explosive. Each time he kicked off from the wall, the landscape blurred past behind him.
Whiiiiing!
In moments, he reached the upper reaches of the Abyss.
As Simon pondered his next destination, the flutter of wings sounded, and a black feather descended.
[I report on the state of affairs, Young Master!]
It was Achemous. He bowed respectfully in midair, hand placed solemnly over his heart.
“Yes, please do.”
[The Legion has now conquered six Abysses, including the one from which you and Pier have just emerged.]
Progress: 6/10.
Four remained.
[One of them is being handled by Erzsebet.]
At the location Achemous indicated, a Cursed Feather floated in the air like a signal beacon.
It seemed Achemous had left the marker above the Abyss to avoid confusion.
[Another is in the charge of Pluto from the 2nd Legion. He was the first among the commanders to conquer an Abyss and has already moved to the next one.]
‘As expected of the 2nd Legion! Was that explosion I saw earlier coming from the next Abyss?’
A Legion Commander’s strength directly correlates with the strength of their contracted Ancient Undead.
The Grand Duke’s Ancient Undead remained, so far, stronger than the other Ancient Undead of the 7th Legion.
[Two Abysses remain. Which will you enter?]
If Simon, Pier, and Achemous each took one, every Abyss would be accounted for.
And among the four remaining, one was certain to face off against the true North God.
‘I’m on edge.’
Simon turned his head.
“Achemous. Do you have enough strength to fight?”
Achemous bowed respectfully.
[Of course. If it is your command, young master, I would burn my entire body to fight.]
“Survival comes first. Pier and I will take the right passage, so I need you to handle the left.”
[Yes!]
Achemous spread his wings.
He grasped Simon’s shoulders with both arms and kindly lowered him into one side of the Abyss. Achemous then fluttered his wings and veered away, descending into the other Abyss entrance.
‘The final battle. The North God might be waiting below.’
As he plunged into the pitch-black tunnel, Simon’s grip tightened on the hilt of the Sword of Ruin.
‘Just wait.’
In the darkness, countless eyes gleamed, as if greeting an intruder.

* * *
At that same moment, in Bilkenos.
Boom-boom-boom!
Crash!
From the fierce battles waged until now, half of Bilkenos’s urban center lay in ruins.
Though physically inferior, the ‘Fourth’ wielded Dark Magic of extraordinary and devastating power—harder to overcome than any of the Three Brothers.
Many residents lay wounded or dead, and some had been claimed by the Fourth’s Dark Magic, rising as zombies and skeletons to turn on their own people.
The sky burned red.
The city blazed, and Night Market Street, once vibrant, ran with blood.
Boom—! Boom—!
At last the Fourth breached Bilkenos’s City Wall and pressed inward. Magic circles bloomed in the air, and with each activation, black fire consumed the city indiscriminately.
The Fourth continued walking.
His destination was the Grand Duke’s Castle at the center of Bilkenos. Deep beneath it lay a shelter where many Northerners were hiding.
If the Fourth reached that place, it would be catastrophe.
“Hah… hah!”
A Northerner clutched at the wound in his chest, gasping for breath. Beside him were his family. A small daughter clung to him.
The family remained perfectly still, their terrified eyes fixed on the Fourth.
A giant with a face bloated like a balloon. The enormous thing, larger than a house, moved with slow deliberate steps, then—
Snap.
—stared directly at where the family huddled.
“We’ve been found—!”
Black fire came streaking like a lance of light.
The man sensed his end and moved to enfold his wife and daughter in his arms.
“Run.”
Whoooosh—!
A brilliant scarlet vortex of blood crashed against the black flames and scattered them.
The figure who emerged, blocking the Fourth’s Dark Magic head-on, was a beautiful girl with hair in two twin braids of violet hue.
She wore a black Kizen Uniform, and across her shoulders rippled a Cloak of Blood.
Her eyes burned red, fangs glinting at the corners of her mouth. Breathing heavily from prolonged battle, she showed signs of exhaustion.
‘That’s her—the famous vampire of Bilkenos!’
She had become legendary among the Northerners, and they had even given her a nickname.
Shhh—
But something was wrong with the girl’s state. Her crimson eyes were fixed on the blood that had splattered on the man’s neck.
“…”
The world spun, blood at its center. Her throat burned with an agonizing thirst that screamed into her mind. The girl approached him with entranced, dreamlike steps.
“Are… are you alright?”
When his wife spoke, the girl suddenly snapped back to awareness and clapped a hand over her own mouth.
She bent forward and remained still for a moment, then spoke in a strained voice.
“Go… quickly.”
At her gesture, a carpet woven of blood swept the family away to safety.
‘I’m starving for blood. Everything’s spinning. My throat is burning.’
She had nearly torn out an innocent throat. It was a side effect of unlocking Ursula’s Power.
Kamibarez turned to face the Fourth.
The Fourth, too, regarded this strongest being in all of Bilkenos with caution.
‘I have to fight. For the Northerners. For Simon.’
Throughout the special training period, she had practiced with unrelenting intensity.
I never imagined I’d have to use this technique in real combat.
‘I have to fight!’
She opened a Subspace and pulled out the last blood pack the Northerners had provided, tearing it open and drinking.
As blood flooded her system, her blurred vision gradually sharpened and her mind cleared.
Growwwwwl—!
Fourth had finished preparing the attack. Using Gravity Dark Magic, he lifted the nearby buildings and then unleashed a curse upon them.
Rose thorns burst from the doors, and sickly spore mushrooms sprouted haphazardly across the wooden walls. When Fourth snapped his fingers, the contaminated structures came crashing down toward Kamibarez all at once.
She lowered her stance.
‘Simon must be fighting somewhere in the North right now too.’
Her Cloak of Blood fluttered as Kamibarez charged straight ahead.
‘Stay strong! I’ll do my very best!’
Crash crash crash crash crash!
The contaminated building materials came flying at her in succession, but Kamibarez immediately deployed Dark Magic. A blood whirlwind rose up and swept away the cascading structures.
“I’m sending it back!”
She stretched out her arm, and the blood whirlwind reversed direction, hurling the contaminated materials back the way they came.
The two streams of debris collided from opposite sides, and the girl in the Cloak of Blood slipped through the gap.
Thud! Thud!
Even as dizziness made her whimper, she didn’t stop. She planted her feet in the blood pooling on the ground and ran at a terrifying speed.
“Don’t let Kamibarez fight alone!”
“Advance!”
Northerners hidden throughout the alleys poured out in unison.
The planned assault.
Everyone had been waiting for the moment Fourth crossed over the City Wall.
“Fire!”
Arrows laden with the Dark Element rained down from the rooftops. Fourth unfurled a Dark shield as large as himself to block them, then sent the Undead he’d raised from the dead Northerners toward them.
“Don’t meet the Undead’s gaze! It clouds your mind!”
Godric, the butler on horseback with only one hook-hand remaining, thrust his arm forward and shouted.
“Our target is Fourth! Keep your eyes forward and advance!”
The few remaining cavalry of the North charged fiercely toward Fourth. He drew a Magic Circle in his palm and pressed it against the ground.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!
The tiles on the ground turned pitch black and shot upward. War horses were thrown by the rising stones and tumbled to the ground.
“Kyaaahhh!”
A young Knight leaped down from a rooftop, raising his blade.
“Don’t underestimate the North!”
The sword he swung transformed into a Sword Aura in mid-air and slashed at Fourth’s leg. Blood sprayed from the wound.
“Now! Little vampire!”
“Yes!”
Kamibarez, who had caught up from behind, activated the Dark Magic Circle she’d unfolded in mid-air.
Massive Hemorrhage – Overflow
Whoooooosh—!
Black blood gushed like a fountain from Fourth’s leg. He furrowed his brow and tried to stop the hemorrhage, but it was useless.
Black blood poured forth along with the Dark Element, and the leg began to wither and twist as if necrotic.
“Excellent! We have him—!”
Snap!
Fourth severed his own leg.
Because Fourth had been extraordinarily cautious with his body until now, the soldiers were momentarily stunned. He fell forward and unfurled Dark Magic from the ground.
“Be careful!”
Kamibarez shouted, but she was too late. A whip made of Dark Element burst from the Magic Circle and lashed the Knight. He coughed blood and flew backward, slamming against a distant building wall.
“Cough! Urgh!”
“Knight sir!”
The Knight stretched out his arm.
“Don’t worry about me! Keep going, Kami!”
Kamibarez clenched her teeth and threw herself forward.
Fourth contaminated the surrounding debris once more and hurled it at her, while Kamibarez spread a barrier of blood to withstand it.
Whoosh!
Fourth combined the contaminated debris into the shape of a tower and brought it crashing down from above. This time Kamibarez couldn’t react in time, but—
Boom!
Godric leaped up, stepping on the Dark Element, and grabbed Kamibarez by the collar, yanking her to the side.
“C-Commander?”
“Go! Please protect the people!”
Crash!
“Please……!”
His body slammed into the pillar and vanished in the explosive cloud of dust that erupted. Sparks flickered across Kamibarez’s crimson eyes.
“Aaaaaaaah!”
She bounded skyward in a single leap, rising above the Fourth’s head. Every drop of blood in her body—even the blood woven into her cloak—she drew toward her center.
Kamibarez Original – Red Typhoon
As she swept both arms downward, a massive torrent of blood descended upon the Fourth with a vicious roar. The Fourth threw both arms wide, unleashing a Defensive Magic Circle.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The two forces collided, and Bilkenos trembled.
But new magic circles began linking throughout the Fourth’s defensive barrier.
Screeeeeee!
The effect of the defensive magic circle shifted, and Kamibarez’s whirlwind began to slow, inch by inch.
The pupils of Kamibarez, still descending as she poured dark magic downward, wavered.
‘He’s seized control of my dark magic!’
Her crimson vortex turned black, spinning in the opposite direction.
Gack! Grrack!
A magic circle bloomed at the Fourth’s lips, and his voice spilled out.
[Father told me to show restraint, but I simply cannot help myself!]
The Fourth raised both arms above his head.
The whirlwind stolen from Kamibarez swelled, growing denser as the black element’s concentration increased.
[Farewell, you pathetic humans! I shall erase you all with this vampire’s magic that protected you!]
Kamibarez, her strength utterly spent, could not resist and tumbled helplessly toward the ground.
“Catch it, Kamibarez!”
Whoosh!
Something flew toward her from behind. Suddenly a glimmer crossed her eyes, and without turning to look, she thrust out her arm and caught it with bold certainty.
Spin—
It was a flag, thrown from far away by the cavalry officer.
Just before plummeting from the sky, she spun her body once in the air.
“Haaaaaaah!”
Thud!
Then she wrung out her last shred of black element and hurled the flag. The Fourth, still struggling to control Kamibarez’s dark magic, could not block it and was forced to let it strike his chest.
Swish—
The flag struck the Fourth’s chest, leaving a black mark. But it could not pierce his skin and bounced away, rolling across the ground.
[Hm.]
Laughter spilled from the Fourth’s lips.
[Hahahaha! Useless, you foolish humans! The legion commander who protected you stands in the Frost Field! Now it ends……!]
Screeeeeeeeeee!
[What……?]
The Fourth’s head snapped around.
Suddenly the sky darkened as if bruised, turning black as pitch. All the Northerners who had fallen lurched to their feet at once.
“That……!”
“Could it be……!”
The Fourth’s mouth fell open.
[Impossible! This is impossible! That man was surely in the Frost Field……!]
Screeeeeeeee!
The Northern victory’s symbol.
A black arrow soared across the distant peaks, flying over the mountains in an instant—
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
It lodged itself directly in the center of the Fourth’s chest.

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