Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Chapter 153
mausoleum.
The place where the great necromancers of Keyzen come last.
The identity of the mausoleum was an undersea cave at the end of Rock Island. It was also a sacred place for necromancers as a place where abnormal phenomena that could not be explained naturally were infested.
And the funeral in this mausoleum was made with long and lengthy traditional procedures. Even if I went through my schedule without a break all day, it was to the extent that it was over by the time the sun came up the next day. This time, it was simplified according to Lang’s will, but even if it was simplified, it was supposed to end in the middle of the night.
In the midst of this, only Umbra, the professor of necromantics and the director of the funeral, showed enthusiasm. He made the mourners dance ceremonial dances, called ‘chicken-feeding dances’ and ‘squid courtship dances’ among students, and would criticize every movement.
From such an early morning, we were given a break from the tight schedule of the ceremony.
‘……It’s tiring.’
Aaron trudged along, brushing up his wet hair.
He valued ‘roots’ in everything, but no matter how much he thought about it, the correlation between the act of putting one’s head into a waterfall in an undersea cave and the act of praying for the deceased could not be understood.
‘Should I write a will in advance, but if I die, the ceremony will not be simplified, but will be omitted.’
While trudging along while seriously thinking about such things, he found an empty room in a cave with no one there.
It was just right.
Once inside, he leaned his back against the cave wall and let out a long sigh.
When no one was watching, he took off his coat, loosened his tie, and pulled up the sleeves of his trousers. With the wind blowing through her bare skin, it felt like she was finally able to breathe.
That time when I was tired and stared blankly at the ceiling for a while.
“Professor, is it okay if I go in?”
I could hear the harsh dialect peculiar to Shaheed’s southern or far eastern side. When Aaron turned his head, he saw Hongfeng of Matouhak smiling brightly.
Aaron was silent in the sense that it was okay. Hongfeng tidied up her suit skirt with her hands and sat down with her legs crossed with her back against the wall.
There was silence for a while, but it was Hongfeng who spoke first.
“How is Simon’s zodiac mood these days?”
Are you asking about Simon’s achievements in summoning? After all, the main topic of conversation among professors was about students.
“It’s about the level Professor Hongfeng thinks.”
I was tired of talking.
It was an insincere answer, but she raised an eyebrow.
“I intensively taught and pointed out Matou to Jimon.”
Aaron stared at the ceiling of the cave with a grave face.
“I’ve taught many children at Kizen, but this was the first time I’ve ever experienced such lumber. I had a strong conviction that if I worked with all my might, the best masterpiece would compete.”
“…….”
“Sir Aaron.”
she tilted her head. Her hair, held in place by her string, fell down her shoulders.
“When did you feel the diagnosis was made with the child?”
be sure
that kind of thing
“Professor Hongfeng must be the same as when he felt certain.”
It’s natural to feel it from the first class.
So, right after the first class, I asked Nephthys for a private interview and asked about his parents.
But Nephthys did not answer. With that characteristic ‘I don’t know what you mean~’ expression, he just wandered off.
Suddenly, a genius brought to the continent by Nephthys. I had doubts about the source, but I had no choice but to grow it.
No, no matter who touched it, it would have grown.
Then Hongfeng opened his mouth again.
“Then, Pastor Aaron, Jimon…”
“I hear a very interesting story.”
Bubbly.
Aaron’s expression hardened. It wasn’t the usual white suit and fedora hat that came in, but Bahil, dressed in a black suit that looked like it had been smeared with ink.
“I just heard the name Simon.”
Barhill walked with a slow gait, bent down next to Aaron, took off his hat and placed it on his lap.
“If it’s that student’s story, I can’t be missing it again.”
Aaron’s expression showed annoyance that he couldn’t hide.
There are plenty of other seats too.
“Come on, let’s stop bluffing each other. Everyone knows how talented he is, right? He’s excellent. He’s a genius, blabla. Well, I think it’s time to stop talking about the obvious.”
Having said that, Bahil shrugged and raised both hands.
“Yes! To sum it up, I want Simon Pollentia too.”
“…….”
As soon as he appeared, it was Bahil who openly beat the declaration of war in front of the professors.
Hongfeng looked at Bahil with a smile.
“The Curse Professor? That’s surprising. I’ve never seen Jimon use a curse.”
“Huh, it’s Professor Hongfeng, too. He’s saying something that pierces the stomach right away.”
Bahil playfully pretended to touch her breasts.
“Actually, that doesn’t matter too much. The reason Simon doesn’t use curses is that he doesn’t have fun with curse studies. Once you get a taste for this field.”
Bahil’s tongue brushed his lips.
“Never. You’ll never get out of it.”
Hongfeng put his chin on his chin and gave a laugh. Aaron closed his eyes with an astringent expression.
“More than that, it was a little unexpected. Senpai.”
Bahil pursed his lips.
“I thought I would just overturn the declaration that I would not accept direct disciples and eat Simon Simon.”
Direct discipleship proposals could only be made by professors to students.
It’s not a rule, but a kind of unwritten rule. It was quite rude for students to beg to be their direct disciple first.
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Simon showed great interest in summoning science. However, Aaron took a step back and was guiding him.
“I always keep my words once spoken. What kind of belief is that?”
As Bahil persisted in holding on, Aaron replied indifferently.
“The first semester isn’t even over yet. It’s too early to discuss majors at this point where we haven’t even fully discovered the students’ talents. It’s abnormal and scammers to talk about being a direct disciple right now.”
Bahil and Hongfeng felt prickly on the inside, but they didn’t show it. Bahil clapped his hands.
“The way he thinks about the student’s future rather than fulfilling his own greed! He is truly a role model for educators.”
“……hey.”
Aaron’s eyes darkened.
“f*ck around.”
“Aha, excuse me.”
Bahil apologized, but the smile on his face remained the same.
“Ah. By the way.”
His gaze moved.
“It looks like you put some honey on student Simon?”
As soon as he finished speaking, hematology professor Shilaji appeared at the entrance.
Aaron and Bahil, who were disciples, tried to get up, but Shilaji blocked them by showing their palms first. He exchanged light eye contact with Hong Peng.
“I happened to stop by because the professors who teach the first grade are all here.”
Silage muttered and continued.
“Did it make you uncomfortable?”
“No, what are you talking about? Rest in peace, professor.”
Barhil spoke politely, but Aaron tried to get up, as if he was starting to feel really uncomfortable.
“Ah, where are you going, senior. Isn’t this a really interesting composition! Since we’ve just gathered together, I’ll ask you one thing directly.”
At Bahil’s words, the eyes of the three gathered.
“What do you think Simon Pollentia’s true strength is?”
“…….”
Suddenly, silence fell in the cave. Aaron stood up from his seat, slung her coat over his shoulder, and spat out a reply.
“Insight.”
Then Hong Feng replied in a calm tone.
“Healthy.”
Shilaji, who was standing in the same posture she came in, grinned and replied.
“The only one.”
match!
Bahil covered his face with his palms. Then she gently pushed her face up. Water dripped from her wet hair and dripped onto the floor.
“Everything! Wrong!”
“……?”
“Are you still Professor Kizen? Haha! Truly! You can’t really appreciate that child! How can you guide that child on the right path?”
Barhill began to accelerate.
He shook his wet hair and dripped water droplets, and said with shining eyes.
“His true strength is madness!!”
He stretched out his arms and spat out as if giving a speech, then looked back at his fellow professors and smiled.
“A lumber that can truly drive something!”
* * *
Cuckoo!
bang!
Roaring!
The battle in the command and control room continued.
Simon let out a heavy breath. In the front, where the field of vision has turned hazy, you can see Serene and Saint Plema exchanging fierce battles.
[why!]
cried the flema.
[Why is someone like you in Keygen!]
Plema seemed very enraged. Perhaps he was taken aback, the accuracy of white flame injection was noticeably lower than before.
“Oh my, what do you care where I am?”
Serene quickly responded and sent the feathers from her fingers flying like shurikens.
Unusually, her feathers lasted quite a while even when touched by white flame. Flema had to take care of her and increase her firepower so that her feathers would burn and disappear, and that situation seemed to act as a very stressful situation for Flema.
[This is blasphemy!]
Enraged, Plema shook her arms and scattered circular white flames like a shotgun, and Serene flew away at full speed.
‘……It has changed.’
Simon’s eyes twinkled as he watched the battle between Serne and Plema.
That white flame, which used to only hit undead or necromancers, suddenly exerted physical force and began to affect objects.
Then Serene turned to Simon.
“Simon. I can’t do this with one coupon? Since the other person is a saint, two more…”
“Watch out, Serene!”
Roaring!
White flames flew in and out.
Serene’s flight speed was considerable, but the space in the command and control room itself was limited. While avoiding her well, she was hit by a ray of white flame and shot down to her floor.
bang!
Plema’s gaze, which was trying to push Cerne who had fallen to the floor, returned annoyed. Simon ran up and attacked Plema’s back with a greatsword.
Of course, this time too, he was stuck in the white flame that protected her.
[No matter how many times I try, it’s the same.]
Plama swung her right hand wildly. The white flame exploded and Simon’s body flew a long distance again and crashed into the wall.
“Ow!”
Simon held on to where the white flame had touched and shook his body in pain.
[Yes, this is the compatibility.]
A smile returned to her face, which was full of annoyance while dealing with Serene.
[This is the proof that the goddess exists! Those who deny Him cannot stand against the power of the goddess!]
As she tilted her finger, lumps of white flame hit Simon’s body one after another.
“Oh, Simon!”
Serene shouted. The most important recruitment target is dying in real time.
“Damn it!”
Kazan, who was crawling on the floor in pain, also gnashed his teeth.
Up until now, she had encountered many strong enemies, but there was no way she could use her hands as much as that saintess.
[It was pretty good for a last-minute struggle.]
Plama stretched out her arms. She ignited white flames to finish off Kazan, who had been incapacitated.
Seruk.
At that time, Simon, who had been roasted in white flame and had white flames left all over his body, was standing up again, shaking his legs.
[……boy!]
Only the right hand, which was the only Pier’s bone armor remaining, was pulled back to protect it.
Simon struggled to raise his head, but soon his legs gave out and he fell flat on the floor.
“Big!”
It must have been a blow that would not have been enough even if the damage accumulated on the body and the mental power were shattered. Even then, he was dragging her legs and trying to force himself up.
After standing up and taking a few steps, he collapses, gets up again, and hits the floor head first before collapsing. He was getting up staggering like a living corpse with saliva dripping from his mouth.
Plama put on an expression of boredom.
It is not the human psyche.
“Step back, Simon. You can’t win with your own strength.”
The death of the most important recruitment target was a development that Sernet also wanted to avoid.
she exerted her power The feathers in front of her floated into the sky and created ten large magic circles.
<Feather Frenzy>
Chara la la la la la la la la la rock!
Soon, hundreds or thousands of feathers passed through the magic circle, and they became golden flashes and began to fly to Plema.
There are thousands of feathers that do not oxidize even if they come in contact with white salt.
Plama immediately put her arms in front and raised the wall of white flame with maximum firepower. The walls collided with the feathers, making a deafening roar.
“Haaaaa!”
In the meantime, Simon was getting up again like a zombie and running. Now, Plama was more than annoyed.
[Stop and die!]
Before Simon could swing his greatsword, white flames shot out and swept Simon’s body. Plama turned her attention back to her shield.
Turn-up.
[…!]
For an instant, Plema felt a cold run down her spine and goose bumps welling up. Simon, who should have been rolling on her floor and in pain, came to her.
‘What, how?’
“Oh ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
Simon’s whole body seemed to be swallowed up for an instant by the white flame she once again caused, but immediately after that, Simon, who came out with flames all over his body like a tail, rushed towards him with mad eyes.
“Now that attack!”
Chaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!
The greatsword of destruction that Simon wielded cut the saintess’s back diagonally.
Beyond the gushing fountain of the saintess’ blood, the astonished figures of Cerne and Kazan and the fearful eyes of the saintess shimmered.
“It’s lukewarm!!”
