Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 690

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School Chapter 690
From the sky, the Grand Duke’s final strike, guided by Simon’s lure, was descending.
Sparks flashed simultaneously in Simon’s and Gyros’s eyes.
‘Move!’
‘Move!’
Simon manipulated Pier’s Bone Armor with meticulous control, pressing his and Gyros’s bodies together even more firmly.
Gyros tried to wrench himself free, but the Bone Armor left him struggling to move.
‘Bone burrowed all the way into the exoskeleton!’
Crack—crack—crack!
In the next instant, an entire section of the Abyss wall collapsed, and the Grand Duke’s Black Arrow revealed its ferocious form.
The target: the back of Simon’s hand, which rested against Gyros’s Core.
If the arrow flew true, it would pierce not only his hand but Gyros’s Core as well.
With no choice left, Gyros threw both arms up in desperation.
Crash—!
He barely caught the Black Arrow.
[Graaah!]
The skin of Gyros’s hands was being flayed away by the arrow’s tremendous force. His legs, planted against the ground, slid steadily backward.
Click, click!
Seizing the moment, Simon manipulated the Bone Armor to reach for the Sword of Ruin that had fallen to the ground. Gyros’s cyan eyes caught the movement instantly.
‘Block it!’
Rumble—rumble—rumble!
Tendrils of the Northern God erupted from the floor, seizing the Sword of Ruin and holding it fast. At the same time, other tendrils made contact with Gyros’s own back.
Crunch!
Crunch!
Gyros’s back, shoulders, and arms swelled as they were reinforced by the Northern God’s power. Yet more tendrils wrapped around his sliding body, supporting him.
[Graaaah! Wait—!]
Still gripping the Grand Duke’s arrow aimed at his Core, Gyros screamed.
[The moment this arrow’s power wanes, I will end you all!]
Bang—bang—bang—bang—bang—bang—bang—bang—bang!
The arrow surged forward with violent tremors, and Gyros’s arms holding it shattered and regenerated over and over.
[Gyros. I have something to say.]
At that moment, Pier’s skull rose above Gyros’s shoulder. Gyros’s eyes rolled toward it.
[Pier…!]
[Yona never abandoned you. The Legion was dissolved due to certain circumstances, and the contract with you—and all Ancient Undead—was broken. You must have known.]
Though he’d tried not to engage, the moment Yona’s name was mentioned, Gyros’s eyes flickered.
[The contract is irrelevant! Yona gave me orders, and I followed them to the end! But what of Yona? To me…!]
[Gyros.]
Pier spoke flatly.
[Yona came to the Northern Region.]
Gyros’s expression froze.
[What… did you say?]

* * *
Two weeks prior.
The night Neftis had persuaded Simon to go to the Kalos Northern Region.
-Fine, so you called me out separately.
Neftis had quietly summoned Pier outside the Ruins.
-Is there more to say beyond what we discussed yesterday?
-Yes, you know already. Remember when you went north with Richard back then?
-I do.
Pier thought Neftis was in considerable haste.
She was an inscrutable woman. He wanted to clearly understand her intention in sending Simon north.
And there was one thing he could guess.
-I’ll ask directly, woman.
Pier didn’t waste words.
-Is Gyros alive?
At that, Neftis tilted her head.
-Hmm?
-I thought your plan was to send the boy to the Kalos Northern Region to have him retrieve Gyros.
She blinked her large eyes.
—Gyros is an Ancient Undead from the 7th Legion, isn’t he? Didn’t he die fighting the Northern God? I honestly have no idea.
—We cannot entirely rule out the possibility that he remains in the Northern Region.
Pier crossed his arms and continued.
—That righteous one might still be guarding the north, insisting he must obey his orders.
—Wow.
Neftis opened his mouth in delight.
—Richard told me something like that once!
—……!
—Years after the Legion was disbanded, Richard went north.
Yes, that was true.
Richard had gone to the Northern Region.
And at the most dangerous time—when every necromancer was hunting for news of Richard’s fate with wide, desperate eyes.
—Richard said that Gyros might be waiting for him in the north. Naturally, I tried to stop him! An Ancient Undead freed from a contract wouldn’t keep obeying its commander’s orders, would it? I told him as much, but Richard took the risk anyway and left.
Neftis brushed back his silver hair, his expression clouded with regret.
—Only years later did he report back with his findings.
Richard had traveled north as a wandering vagabond, but the Northern Region was caught in war. The Northern God still stood firm, raining attacks on Bilkenos more fiercely than before.
Richard ventured beyond Bilkenos to the Frost Field, but found no trace of Gyros there either. The main base of the Snow Ghost Squad that he had commanded lay empty.
Richard had no choice but to turn back, convinced that Gyros was dead.
[Listen, Gyros!]
Pier’s eyes flared.
[Richard—no, Yona has not forgotten you, even after the Legion was disbanded!]
Gyros’s eyes trembled wildly.
Crack!
The arm holding the Grand Duke’s arrow suddenly lost its strength. The arrow came to rest just in front of Simon’s hand.
[Kuh! Do you think I’d believe such a worn-out lie!]
[Krhehe! The one whispering falsehoods is the Northern God that’s been murmuring inside your head! He hid the fact that Yona came north so skillfully!]
Right on cue, a dark voice emerged from Gyros’s telepathic call.
—Pay no heed to the enemy’s words, Gyros. Yona abandoned you.
Gyros’s pupils grew clouded.
—The easiest way to summon Yona again stands right before you. Kill his son!
Gyros slowly lowered his gaze to the blue-haired boy clinging desperately to him, holding his ground.
“I told you before—I can’t replace my father.”
The boy laughed with bold confidence.
“Let me prove it.”
The boy, smiling like Yona, closed his eyes and drew forth his darkness.
It was not merely to redirect the arrow that he held such a grueling position, his hand pressed against his core.
Keeeeeeeee!
Simon’s darkness came flooding into Gyros’s core like an unstoppable tide.
[You! Legionization in this situation……!]
For a moment, Gyros nearly lost his grip, but he desperately seized the Grand Duke’s arrow. The slightest break in concentration, and this accursed arrow would pierce past Simon’s hand straight into his own core.
Grrrrrrrrr!
Within Gyros’s core, Simon’s darkness and the Northern God’s darkness clashed, tangled together in combat.
In that instant, Gyros felt a strange familiarity with this teal-blue darkness flowing into his body. There was no resistance to it whatsoever.
‘This is enough.’
Simon paused his legionization and cried out.
[Obey me! My father’s Ancient Undead!]
[!]
Simon’s Absolute Command.
Gyros’s knees nearly buckled. An overwhelming authority seemed to press down upon his shoulders.
‘This is it.’
Yona’s son.
A new command, layered over the order that had become a curse binding him to guard the north.
Gyros’s clouded eyes gradually began to clear.
The dark voice grew fainter, echoing like a fading whisper, and vitality returned to his reddened vision.
Tighten.
Strength flowed back into Gyros’s arm.
Now he felt the Grand Duke’s arrow’s output gradually weakening with time. With one hand, Gyros released the arrow and seized Simon by the back of his neck.
‘Ah!’
Simon’s pupils shook.
‘He could hold it with just one hand……!’
Then he hurled Simon aside. As Simon tumbled away from Gyros, the Grand Duke’s arrow trembled and tried to follow him.
But.
Crack!
Gyros threw himself directly into the arrow’s path.
Waaaaaagh!
A tremendous explosion erupted in a blaze of light. Simon’s body tumbled across the ground.
His entire frame screamed with pain as he lifted his head.
‘…!’
Through the smoke, he could see a gaping wound torn through Gyros’s form.
The arrow vanished, having shattered the wall in its wake.
[I cannot allow Yona’s son to be wounded.]
Gyros laughed, black blood spilling from his lips. Simon scrambled to his feet in alarm.
“Gyros!”
[And Yona’s final command.]
He closed his eyes.
[I must protect the Northern Region. And the greatest threat to the Northern Region is the Northern God himself. Which means, by that command, I must—]
His body swayed.
[Destroy myself.]
Thud!
Gyros, a vast cavity torn through his form, collapsed to the ground.
“Gyros!”
Simon rushed toward him. He felt his own Dark Element dimming steadily.
Gyros lifted his head with difficulty.
[Forgive me, Yona’s son. And—]
His arm reached toward the sky.
[Yona. I am sorry I could not fulfill your command…]
Thwup—
His words cut short, and his arm fell to the ground.
Gyros’s body was fading to white.
“Stay with me! Gyros!”
[Boy!]
Then Pier drew near.
[Keep calm! It is not too late!]
Pier laid Gyros on his back, then swung the Sword of Ruin, splitting his body open. Immediately, he thrust his arm into the gap.
Crunch!
He withdrew something from within.
Gyros’s Core.
The Core bore slight damage from the Grand Duke’s arrow, but black energy still flowed through it.
“What are you going to do with that?”
[Now we resort to our final gambit!]
Pier strode forward, pointing ahead.
To the far end of the Northern God’s Chamber.
There stood the true Northern God, smaller than what Simon had seen in the old Abyss, yet alive and moving.
The Northern God’s eyes rolled, fixing on Simon and Pier.
[Gyros believed he had destroyed the Northern God and become the new one himself.]
Pier’s lips curled upward.
[But from beginning to end, he was nothing but a puppet in that creature’s grasp.]
The laugh carried a bitter edge.
Whoooosh!
In a final death throes, the Northern God raised tentacles from the floor on all sides. But Pier simply swung the Sword of Ruin once, and they vanished.
[Now comes the moment when a true Northern God shall be born, boy!]
Pier turned to Simon, his eyes gleaming with intensity, and pressed Gyros’s Core toward him.
[Seat a ‘new Northern God’ who obeys you in this place, and become the King of the North!]
“…”
Simon stared at Gyros’s Core for a long moment, then, as if having made his choice, took it and stepped toward the Northern God.
“Gladly.”
[A human! A human! How dare a mere human—!]
Then from the Northern God’s flesh came words, twisted and grotesque in the continental tongue.
[We are the deceased! We have become complete only through death! The living, fragile and wavering, can never comprehend us, never accept us!]
The Northern God thrashed, shaking its mass wildly.
[You there, Ancient Undead! Pier, wasn’t it? Why does a perfect being like you bow to a living child? Take my power! If we combine our strength, we can reduce this world to death…… Gaaahhk!]
Crack-crack-crack!
The snow-white Sword of Ruin tore through the Northern God’s body.
“Silence.”
Simon muttered the words with cold eyes.
In his hand opposite the one gripping the sword, Gyros’s Core gleamed with an eerie light.
“This won’t nearly pay for your sins, but I suspect it’s going to hurt quite a bit.”
Simon tightened his grip on the hilt.
Black blood sprayed in all directions.

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