Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Chapter 658
A distance of about 100 km from the northern castle.
Fremont Village.
Sweat-stained warriors were hiding behind the hills of ruined villages. All of them were waiting with bated breath and extremely nervous faces.
“Here comes!”
thud! thud! thud!
I heard the sound of footsteps shaking the earth.
An undead elephant with bare bones was charging toward the village with its trunk the size of an old tree raised.
“The named ‘Appetizer’!”
Over 100 undead were eliminated from the village, but no one could do anything about that glutton. Warriors emerged from the hills in unison and drew their bowstrings.
“Shoot!”
Wedge love!
Wedge liquid!
The arrows rained down, but they couldn’t inflict even slight damage on the large undead’s body. Rather, it was charging towards the warriors as if they were angry.
“As expected, it’s an opponent we can’t win with our own strength.”
“Going as planned! Lure me into the gorge behind the village!”
The warriors quickly exchanged words and retreated, and the ‘Appetizer’ chased after the warriors.
Soon, the place where the warriors lured the undead was a cramped canyon.
The warriors shouted at the timing.
“Captain! Now!”
Taat!
While the elephant undead were chasing the warriors, a man waiting on the hill suddenly jumped in.
“Huap!”
He raised the flag in his hand and slammed it precisely into the undead’s forehead.
puck! With a sound, the tip of the flag scratched the forehead of the ‘Eater’ and at the same time, the man fell out due to the struggle of the ‘Eater’.
Kudangtangtang!
The man tumbled violently on the dirt floor. He smirked as his bones were broken and blood gushed down his thighs from sharp stone-point cuts.
“Uh…… Lee won. You bastard!”
‘Gourmet’ walked with a bloody eye light and thumped.
On his forehead, where the flag was planted earlier, something like a ‘target’ was painted with black paint. the man shouted.
“Everybody get down!”
Everything happened at the same time.
Kurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
The air howls, and the mountains, rivers and trees begin to shake. The ‘gourmet’ who ran into and looked at the world without hesitation also stopped moving. The sky suddenly turned black as if it had been bruised.
Whee ae ae ae-!
In the distance, a jet-black straight line like a meteor shot out. In the eyes of people, time and space are twisted and only black lines are visible.
What follows is an explosion of music that threatens to tear the eardrums from exploding, and piles of dirt rising like a tidal wave.
A few warriors saw the black line pierced right into the gorilla’s forehead, as the vision was clouded with dirt.
The sun was unable to hit the predator’s forehead and penetrated the flesh, leaving a huge hole in his entire head.
-Geeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
The notorious ‘gourmet’ howled. Soon after, the giant slanted.
Whoops!
He collapsed helplessly on the dirt floor.
The warriors who were lying on the floor lifted their heads to confirm the figure and cheered in unison.
“It’s done! It’s done! I finally defeated the glutton!”
“Glory to the Great Grand Duke!”
The warriors raised their weapons high into the sky and chanted the name of the Grand Duke. Even the villagers who had been hiding came out at last feeling relieved.
News of another victory rang out from the north.
and the same time.
Whee Yi Ying –
Immunity over a hundred kilometers away.
The archduke, who was standing with his bow raised, his hair fluttering in the wind, lowered his arm.
“Now, wait! What are you doing?”
“It’s nothing great.”
she raised an eyebrow.
“It’s an assassination.”
“……?”
“You shot an enemy a hundred kilometers away.”
Simon looked out the window where the arrow had just flown with a dazed expression on his face.
Outside, it was just an ordinary snowy town scene.
“Can you see the target?”
“It can’t be. I just felt it.”
She nodded.
“It’s also related to the corps commander, so let’s talk about it while getting some air.”
* * *
Simon and the Archduke came out.
Simon was glancing at her with a somewhat flushed face. said the Archduke as she walked away with her bow strapped.
“Is there something wrong with you? Cheeky.”
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“No, that.”
Simon scratched the side of his head shyly.
“Aren’t you cold?”
She came out into the open air where the cold wind blew, but she was still wearing only that short training suit.
“Severe cold can’t break the pride of the northerners.”
The culture of northerners is completely incomprehensible, Simon thought. The two stopped in front of a large tree growing inside the castle.
“Don’t make one premise.”
The Archduke stopped walking and looked back.
“I’ll teach you all that I can, but you and I are different.”
She pointed alternately between Simon and my chest.
“Each legion has its own personality. Depending on the individual’s disposition, the manager’s ability, and the ancient undead possessed, the strength of the legionnaire varies widely.”
“I guess so.”
“First of all, you should figure out your capabilities and focus on strengthening them. For a moment.”
She stopped, lifted the bow from her shoulder, and aimed it at the sky. Once again she let go of her arrow with a roar and then took her bow as if nothing had happened.
“Bar, you’re busy. I’ve been wondering, what principle do you shoot the arrow with?”
“Well, yes. It might be good to start the story here.”
She sat down on a chair near the tree.
“There are people called ‘riders’ in the north.”
In the northern part of Kalos, a ‘standard bearer’ is the rank of captain who leads a unit. The reason why captains were called riders was that they had the authority to carry flags that could guide the archduke’s arrows.
“When an enemy appears too powerful for the warriors to handle, the riders risk their lives and plant a flag upon the foe.”
She pretended to place her index finger on her palm.
“The flag contains the micro undead that I use, and the undead leaves a mark on the opponent’s body like a target. As soon as I sensed the existence of the undead while staying in this castle, I promised to shoot an arrow there at any time. did.”
chuck.
She raised her black bow.
“And this is the 2nd Legion’s manager, ‘Hate”s windstorm bow. It can shoot enemies from a long distance.”
It was also a weapon similar to Simon’s Greatsword of Destruction.
But what Simon paid attention to was something else.
“Do you feel the evil thoughts of the Legion-type undead and shoot them?”
“Yes.”
“Uh, how far can you feel your thoughts?”
She lowered her bow and said with an expressionless face.
“All of the Northern Territories I rule.”
To put it simply, the most distinct personality as a corps commander of the Grand Duke of the North, ‘Jin Arscalt’, was an extremely wide ‘range’.
She can feel the thoughts of the corps-type summons in her northern territory. Just spread the legion of undead, and when the enemy appeared, the undead could move and face it.
Originally, the territory ruled by the Archduke Arscalt family was much wider, but now that monsters and undead attacks have intensified, the range of her inner thoughts has become a ‘territory’.
‘Then no way!’
Simon’s mouth fell open.
Undead soldiers who moved on their own without the necromancer they saw on their way to the north. All of this was controlled remotely by the Archduke.
It was amazing beyond amazing. It wasn’t for nothing that people praised him as a hero of mankind.
“Of course, it’s not infinite power.”
she touched her forehead
“The farther the distance, the fainter the thoughts, and you can only give simple commands to the undead. And if you keep hearing thousands of thoughts, no matter how much I am, I won’t go crazy. I adjust it appropriately.”
“Yeah, but that’s great.”
Simon exclaimed.
“After doing everything to protect the north, I’m able to do this. So arrogant, how far does your thought reach?”
Simon scratched the back of his head.
“It seemed to be close to the visible distance, but I haven’t been able to measure the exact range yet.”
“It’s good. I guess I can check the range in the wide northern part.”
Simon spent most of his time on Roch Island, so he rarely gave orders to the distant Legion-type undead.
When he had to run a single unit, he entrusted the leadership to the ancient undead, and Simon was busy fighting while wearing a peer.
She grinned at Simon, who was somehow embarrassed.
“There’s no need to be too impatient. It’s just that the situation we’re in is different.”
Simon had a lot of undead at the rank of captain, so he focused on developing his capabilities rather than the scope of his command.
On the other hand, the Archduke possessed only two Ancient Undead. Without further expansion here, we have studied the most effective use of these.
Above all, the northern territory was wide, and he had to protect the people by winning several battles at once.
Her obsession with protecting everyone within reach has come in the form of an unusually wide range of abilities.
“Apart from me, you must have the ability to do better.”
As she said that, she was shooting an arrow somewhere else.
In the midst of this, he destroyed the named undead and saved countless northerners.
‘amazing.’
I thought it was good that I came to the North to meet her.
It’s the first time I’ve met a proper corps commander senior.
It felt like my eyes were wide open.
“then.”
Her questions continued.
“What is the maximum number of undead that can be controlled?”
If the corps commander was originally a corps-type undead, he could control an infinite number of them. So what I was asking now was the number of summoned undead that a normal necromancer could control.
“It’s a bit embarrassing…but now I’m in my ninth season.”
Recently, while making Chaos Dullahan, his capacity increased and his number increased, but he was embarrassed to speak in front of her.
“You’re doing great.”
“yes?”
“Keygen’s guidelines are correct. Haven’t you been trained to increase the number of controllable undead?”
Simon nodded.
“The theory is that if a Necromancer who has been learning black magic for less than two years already expands the limits of his thoughts, his mentality may be shaken or collapsed. Focus on building control and knowledge, and slowly increase the number of undead that can control the maximum. Good. Of course.”
She pointed to Simon’s chest.
“‘We’ are a bit of an exception.”
Simon’s eyes widened.
“Normal necromancers have ancient undead under their command, who go mad just by contacting their thoughts, and they have already dealt with numerous corps-type undead. Whether intentionally or not, the spirit of the corps leader is extraordinary. Let’s see. As the number increases, the capacity as a corps commander will increase.”
Simon nodded and hugged his chest.
[Khehehehe!]
Peer’s alter ego, who was watching, grinned.
To be honest, it was too early to increase the number of undead. The theory is that it should be done at least in the first semester of the third year, but Nephthys seemed to have decided that there was not much time to leisurely increase the time.
During this period, she must be expecting great growth as Simon’s corps commander.
“I guess that’s all it takes to figure out your capabilities.”
She said.
“It’s the last actual test. I just want to see your skills.”
“Leave it to me!”
Simon grinned and clenched his fists.
practice.
It was the field Simon was most confident in.
“Tell your manager to have the troops stand by.”
As she raised her arms, she saw her favorite horse and phantom durahans pouring out like waves from afar.
“It’s a joint appearance of the two corps!”
