Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner

Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Episode 1004

– Should we let the 7th Legion eat up to the 1st Legion?

These words from Nephthys.

Even if it meant risking conflict with the 1st Legion, Nephthys was showing a strong will to lead the 7th Legion in any way possible. After she said that, neither the admiral nor the princess said anything more about the matter.

Instead, the corps commanders gathered together and talked about various problems and conflicts occurring among the corps.

Territorial issues between legions, questions about how far obligations should be applied, and even issues with Ancient Undead.

Various discussions took place, and Nephthys appropriately mediated.

Corps commanders are basically in competition with each other. Originally, there were issues that had to be decided through small-scale local warfare, but as a common enemy called ‘death-association’ emerged, concessions were made little by little to reach an agreement.

“True, indeed! Come to think of it!”

The Ghost Princess of the 4th Legion, who was in a good mood after winning control of the nearby sea from the Admiral, smiled and put down her teacup.

“Have you all heard the news about the 6th Legion, ‘Regent’?”

“?”

Everyone’s eyes focused on her.

The princess smiled roundly.

“I think there’s a bit of a problem with that guy. “It’s a feud with the administrator or something~”

The Admiral grabbed the brim of his hat and lowered it.

“Administrators do not act against the will of the corps commander, princess. “I agree that the administrator of the 6th Corps is twisted, but the worries of an outsider are pointless.”

“I guess so.”

Commander of the 6th Corps, commonly known as ‘Regent’.

He is a corps commander whose territory includes the five archipelagoes outside the kingdom’s control and the city-state of Veln, located along the canyon.

Originally, the corps commander may have been an idol to necromancers, but he was not evaluated very well by the general public. Along with Jin of the 2nd corps, who was praised as a hero, the regent of the 6th corps was rumored to be a person of considerable character.

In particular, the ruler of Beln fell ill and tried to resign his position to the commander of the 6th Legion before he died, but he said he could not take his friend’s position and had the ruler’s young son take over the position. After that, he called himself a godfather. This was the moment when the title among people became ‘regent’.

There were many evaluations that the regent was a necromancer who worked for the people and had a perfect personality.

Nephthys also said, ‘Hmm! hmm!’ He crossed his arms and nodded.

“No need to worry! The regent was willing to take the lead in this pumpkin incident. “I’m relieved that you went there in person!”

“….”

Jin was lost in thought with a stern face. Nephthys asked, blinking her round blue eyes.

“what’s the matter? jin.”

“…it’s nothing.”

Jin clasped his hands.

“Of course I believe that the regent will win, but it’s just a coincidence. If even the regent is defeated-”

“?”

She cleared her throat and finally erased the last thought that came to mind and spoke.

“it’s nothing. “At that time, I will take action myself.”

* * *

During Simon’s vacation, the Dark Alliance faced two major disasters.

The first disaster was the Belle Heights incident.

The second disaster was the pumpkin incident.

Simon and the 7th Legion resolved the Belheights incident, where the king and his wife of Shahed were kidnapped by a gang.

And a ‘dungeon’ suddenly appeared in Robesk, the breadbasket of the Dresden Kingdom, and the Pumpkin Incident devastated the surrounding area due to an abnormal phenomenon caused by this dungeon.

Bell Heights was blocked by a physical barrier called the ‘gray wall’, but in the Pumpkin incident, there was no such barrier, so people were quick to respond.

The first expedition, a platoon of 20 necromancers, set out for the dungeon and did not return.

The second expedition, a professional team of 100 elite necromancers, mercenaries, dungeon experts, and scholars, five times that number, departed, and they also failed to return.

There was a rumor going around among people that the scale of the dungeon might be bigger than expected or that the dungeon lord who controls the dungeon might be powerful.

However, the Kingdom of Dresden, which is a party, is already in a situation where its administrative and military power is paralyzed as it is busy resolving other crises around it. In the end, we had to wait until the Dark Alliance and, by extension, Keygen made their move.

Right then.

-My friend Barmero, the leader of the second expedition, is trapped in the dungeon! I myself will come and rescue him.

The active-duty corps commander and ‘regent’ himself came forward.

As expected, people praised him, saying that the regent was their only hope, and powerful people from all over the world who were impressed by this gathered like a cloud and formed the largest ‘expedition’ ever.

The third expedition consisted of as many as 500 troops led by the regent of the 6th Legion. All of these people were necromancers who controlled the darkness, and among them, famous high-ranking necromancers and war experts also joined. It was truly a luxurious army.

And after 10 days.

The dungeon, which was expected to be completed within three days since the regent entered in person, was still not resolved, and the residents who were waiting were anxious and afraid.

-The regent went there himself, but the strange phenomenon hasn’t stopped!

-It’s only been 10 days! Let’s be patient and wait! It could be a type of dungeon that takes a long time!

-The Kingdom of Dresden even had thoughts of abandoning the area.

-If we lose that fertile granary, many people will go hungry! The world is already scary, but if there is a food shortage, it will be the end!

In the midst of people’s stories going back and forth.

The center of the pumpkin incident.

Tentative name Dungeon C-556.

Coo coo coo coo coo coo!

“Get back! “Go away!”

It was a living hell.

A strange space, a dungeon with unidentified scrap metal floating around. This was not a dungeon with complex structures or laws.

However, there was a powerful ‘dungeon lord’ here that would be recorded in the history of the continent.

“come!”

A huge arm came down from the sky, and dozens of expedition members were literally erased.

A monster floating in the sky with clouds swirling around it.

The entire sky of the dungeon was covered with clouds, so when you look up from the ground, only two blue eyes are visible.

Every time it created wind or waved its giant arms across the ground, countless people lost their lives.

Of the 500 members of the third expedition, 200 were destroyed in just one day.

“Dark magic can’t reach you!”

“Aim for the timing when the dungeon owner comes down!”

The power of all kinds of curses and black magic used by necromancers was greatly reduced as they flew into the sky. Even though he had the ability to fly, that dungeon owner could control the atmosphere at will.

The inside and outside of the dungeon are blocked.

A completely separate space.

If you pass on information to the outside world, you can bring in a force suitable to deal with that dungeon lord, but unless you destroy the dungeon lord, you cannot provide information to people outside.

The most despairing fact of all is:

“regent! “Where on earth is the regent?”

“I can’t see it! “Since yesterday!”

“Isn’t it possible that the regent was harmed?”

“Say something that makes sense!”

The regent, who was the commander-in-chief, in charge of most of the flight forces, and the spiritual leader of this expedition, was no longer visible.

The expedition’s morale was bound to plummet.

* * *

….

…onetime.

There was a time when I thought of myself as the protagonist of my life.

The background, capabilities, and mindset were sufficient.

I was well prepared, and I thought I could dominate this school someday.

Until I met that guy.

-Good job Hector!

-Of course it’s the Moore family! What is special case number 1? It was a bubble!

When I took my first curse class at Kizen, many people cheered me on.

And the guy who showed up with special number 1 without any background and received attention from those around him.

He received nine Exhausts, and completed just one Exhaust, almost bringing me to my knees.

Fortunately, the fight was a victory for me as I completed 10 Exhausts.

And virtually.

That victory was like the last victory I got from that guy.

-That’s enough now, right?

After losing my first summons class, a class where I made a skeleton and competed against it, defeating it became my primary task and life’s goal.

There was a time when I was uplifted by the appearance of a proper ‘enemy’.

He even went out of his way to block those who hindered his growth.

In fact, competing with him made me stronger, and there were times when I was grateful for his existence.

But there was a reason why it was broken.

-Looks like you’re trying to overcome the dragon’s magic.

This was when the enemy even learned ‘dragon magic’.

-I’m thinking of using that cunning and arrogant talent to scratch my bottom, but it’s no use. This is a completely different area from talent.

I was confident.

My own territory that I have built up over decades. The essence of the family.

I was confident that even my opponent would not be able to conquer this area, and I gave him advice, overcome with a sense of superiority and pride that I felt for the first time.

but.

-Are you willing to deal with this body? A human imitating a dragon. That’s funny.

The moment when the enemy comes face to face with the ‘Bone Dragon’ created with dragon magic.

All the pride I had, even my last foundation, collapsed.

Even saying I felt a wall was not enough.

The Moore family’s power to transform into a sea dragon was not enough to deal with an opponent who had a real ‘dragon’.

Now the opponent has flown too high into the sky.

‘I want to become stronger. Any dirty means and methods are fine. We need a stronger force than we have now.’

That’s how I decided.

Vacation had begun, and I went to my father to ask for advice. We need a way to become stronger by any means possible.

When my father heard that, he slapped me.

Indiscriminate assault continued.

-You bastard.

My father’s cold gaze turned.

-A guy who will use any means necessary is disqualified for asking his father how to become stronger. Why didn’t you think of killing me, the head of the family, and taking away the Moore family’s best dragon parts!

He remained silent for a moment and then spoke honestly.

-I thought about that too.

At those words, my father’s sword stopped.

-But I didn’t. Even if you bring back your father’s parts, this is an opponent you will not be able to defeat in the end.

My father sat down and thought about it.

I thought about it for a long time.

Then he silently grabbed a newspaper and handed it to me.

〈Regent of the 6th Legion, recruiting an expeditionary force to attack the dungeon of the Pumpkin Incident.〉

〈Anyone who can save the world is good. Strong people flocking in like a cloud.〉

After reading that article, I looked at my father.

My father just looked out the window in silence.

There was no conversation, but that was enough.

After bowing deeply and saying goodbye to his father, he headed to where the regent’s expedition team was located.

After completing all his preparations and even hiding his identity as a Kizen student, he joined the expedition as a necromancer hired by the Moore family.

In fact, it was a long time ago. I myself thought it was an unrealistic plan.

Because the ‘regent’ was an active corps commander and was strong. I just came in thinking that I would go crazy with anxiety if I stayed still, so I had to do something.

But after entering the dungeon.

“….”

Two unexpected things happened.

First, the ‘Dungeon Lord’ was so incredibly strong that it was difficult to find a precedent in history.

Second, the scene I had to create with my own hands

was now unfolding before my eyes like a dream.

-Now, you…!

The regent, commander of the 6th Corps, had collapsed.

Blood is flowing in the abdomen.

-Who are you? Are you a member of the expedition team? Cough! Cough! My eyes are blurry and I can’t see very well.

It is a serious serious injury.

He said he can fight more, but it looks like he won’t survive.

Or maybe it was my ugly desires that made it look that way.

If you take him to the people, there is a slight chance that he can be saved. Who knows if we will stand a chance of victory if we retreat again, reorganize our forces, and fight together when the next expedition corps comes.

But contrary to that thought, the body does not move. The regent saw that and smiled faintly, as if he sensed something.

-Yes, I was already wrong. Beware of the snake’s tongue.

Fuuuuuck!

I plunged a spike-shaped artifact taken from subspace into his chest.

-Wow!

The artifact activates and the regent’s eyes become blurry.

This is an artifact that robs others of their rationality and turns them into a kind of vegetable state while retaining their jet blackness.

To put it more simply:

‘Replacement of Corps Commander’. It is an artifact invented for that purpose.

[Necromancers are so foolish.]

Then I hear a whisper.

What was invisible becomes visible.

A black flower bloomed from the regent’s abdomen, and its shape gradually lengthened to take on the shape of a pitch-black snake.

[He thinks that if he just kills the corps commander, he can become the new corps commander. There is no way. That’s me, the manager-]

“I need to be recognized. Know.”

Hector said, his blood dripping.

“I am Hector Moore of the Moore family. I have confidence. “I will do anything.”

[Whatever?]

The snake’s tongue stuck out and wrapped around Hector’s neck once.

[anything? Anything really? Anything?]

Wow!

My throat feels tight.

I’m out of breath.

[Oh oh. I can see it. Your memories.]

The snake’s tongue sweeps across my forehead.

He is forcibly pulling out memories from his mind.

[Simon Pollentia? [It’s an interesting name.]

The moment I heard that name.

My heart is pounding.

The blood vessels in the eyes become dilated.

[He surpasses Simon Pollentia. The person who wants to become a corps commander has such trivial ambitions.]

The hand gradually expands from the snake’s body and grabs the entire body.

[But the ‘resolution’ to achieve that ambition is real. Do you like it. [You said you could do anything, right?]

The corners of the snake’s mouth were torn apart.

[Eat the regent.]

After that, I don’t know what happened.

I don’t even know what I’m doing.

A man named Simon Pollentia flipped a switch.

It just moved.

Blood splattered.

[Excellent.]

The snake’s voice echoes.

[Do you know what the regent was like when he was young? He was a great man. Also called ‘gwanggaek’. He was a man with great ambition, a passionate heart, and a man who would attack any strong enemy without any hesitation. It was the manly choice I made. But what about now?]

There was anger in the snake’s voice.

[Aging. Aging is always a problem for humans. No matter how legendary you are when you are young, as you age, you are nothing more than a piece of sagging flesh. His heart no longer burns. I don’t get upset over failure, nor do I cheer over success. When life approaches death, it acknowledges its limitations and tries to give what it has to people. I remember the smile on his face when, despite the opportunity to gain more power, he gave it up to the value of friendship and earned the dishonorable nickname ‘Regent’.] I opened my eyes

.

There was no regent who had fallen before my eyes.

[How disgusting it was. It’s different for you, right?]

At that time, I heard a scream in my ear.

“Ugh, ugh! “Aaaah!”

My gaze returned.

A man was sitting down in the distance, pointing at Hector with a trembling hand.

“you you! no way…! The regent…!”

Pudddeuk!

As the snake moved, jet black coiled around the man’s body like a wire, and his whole body was crushed.

[Let’s continue.]

The snake grinned.

Then I opened my chest.

Gooooooo!

It’s a gigantic core the likes of which have never been seen before.

This is the core of the manager who creates a corps commander. I felt an immeasurable power. Now, without hesitation, I put my hand inside.

Quaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

I felt my core strength and my own strength coming together.

* * *

Coo coo coo coo coo!

A black pillar rose high into the sky centered on Hector, who had joined the manager of the 6th Legion.

The necromancers who were fighting the dungeon owner turned their heads in shock.

“What just happened?”

“I got goosebumps.”

Ssssss –

The eyes in the clouds, the dungeon owner also reacted. Soon a huge hand came down from the clouds.

The direction in which the hand falls is none other than the place where a foreign pitch blackness can be felt. It was in the direction where Hector was.

Knock knock! Kkuddeukdeuk!

[Now, try it.]

Hector’s back wriggled like a bug crawling.

[The new power you gained.]

Pow!

His back was torn apart and wings dozens of times bigger than his body spread out. Soon, his entire body distorted black and repeatedly grew larger and smaller, transforming into the form of a dragon.

It is no longer a power that can be artificially changed by attaching Shiryong’s parts to the body.

The entire body was being adjusted to the shape Hector wanted.

Teuong!

The pitch-black evil dragon bent its knees, then kicked off the ground and shot into the sky. The ground shattered and a fierce storm swirled around.

Whioooooooooo!

Hector’s body accelerates more and more. Even at the moment of flight, the shape continues to change constantly. The body becomes streamlined and thinner, the snout is elongated forward, and sharp teeth are revealed, making it suitable for high-speed movement.

Soon Hector accelerated more and more.

Ugh!

The moment I passed a certain starting point in the sky. It surged, shattering something like a barrier.

Flap!

Hector, who had become an evil dragon, finally stopped flying and looked down. The back and buttocks of a fat giant can be seen buried in the clouds.

A figure waving its arms beneath the clouds. When looking up from below, it was extremely scary, but looking down from above, it couldn’t have been more unsightly.

Ki-gi-gi-gi-gi-gi-gi-geek!

Hector raised his arms. The energy released from his hands gathered in front of him, who was alive and breathing. It grew bigger and bigger until it was larger than Hector’s body.

Perhaps sensing a presence behind him, the dungeon owner’s fat body turns to stare at Hector.

But Hector placed his fingertips in front of the crystal of power.

〈Legion Flag – One Evil〉

Hukwaaaaaaaak!

I sent it flying away with a light flick of my finger.

It collided with the Dungeon Master’s large body, causing a roar and light. The huge body of the dungeon master finally breaks through the clouds and begins to fall to the ground.

Flap!

Hector also spreads his wings wide and rushes towards the dungeon owner.

[It’s weak. It’s weak.]

Then the snake’s voice is heard.

[As expected, the power is not even close to that of the regent. Still, I value your determination and obsession more than your strength. Then it’s the final test. Baby.]

In an instant, the evil dragon’s face was removed like a hood, revealing Hector’s face, and behind it, the snake was seen smiling with a distorted face.

[Die once.]

Fuuuuuuuuck!

The dungeon lord stretched out his arm and made a hole in Hector’s body with the tip of his finger.

Hector’s body, which had a round hole in it, collapsed in an instant and fell from the air, and the snake’s cackle rang out.

[I only gave you a little taste of my power, but you followed my orders without any hesitation! That’s scary! It’s a scary obsession! This unexpectedness! This is the taste that we make a contract with humans!]

Coo!

Ku-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwak!

Hector’s body, which fell from a high altitude, rolled down the slope and soon came to a halt on flat ground. His body was distorted to the point where it was difficult to recognize.

[I like humans. But I hate the ‘aging’ of humans.]

Ssssss.

The snake’s body flows into Hector’s collapsed body and begins to repair it.

[I’m telling you, you can’t be a proper corps commander. You lack qualifications, and there are no ancient undead following you.]

The snake let out a dark laugh.

[But this method will give you strength. By mixing my body with yours, I become half undead. We truly become one.Hector Moore.]