Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Chapter 751
Simon took out Manus’ skull from subspace.
“──────!!”
The skull of the former sword master exploded with fierce killing and rage as soon as it appeared. Simon quickly changed the formula and circuit of the dragon’s magic circle.
[Did you bring out something strange again?]
Blatta didn’t stand still either. After accepting her dark spirit into his body and transforming it into the arm of a black monster, he stretched out his huge grip towards Simon.
“Hersheba! Hold on for 10 minutes!”
[okay! little boy!]
Koo-goo-goo-goo-goo!
As if waiting, Hersheba raises her power. Grits of sand pierced the ground from all sides of Blatta and formed the shape of a prison at once, imprisoning him.
Blatta tried to break down the prison, but bandages from nearby buildings flew through the bars and wrapped around her bloated body. She had her neck, arms, thighs and feet sealed off at once.
[I will see my cellmates next!]
rattle! rattle!
Several structures were created inside the prison, and mummies, large and small, salivated and protruded. There were also mummies like Blatta who wore huge, bizarre hats.
Kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa!
A sand crocodile wrapped in bandages protrudes from the floor and bites off Blatta’s leg, and mummies in the form of foxes with their arms crossed in the erected coffins raise their red eyes.
Chunk!
Even the bandaged giant eagle mummy landed on top of the prison and roared.
[Do not disturb!]
While Blatta fought bloody battles with the mummies in the sand prison, Simon prepared his technique step by step.
First of all, the specifications of the dragon’s magic circle were changed. The Dragonian suit clicked and the body was reconstructed, leaving a space in the center of the chest.
I inserted Manus’ skull into the empty space of this suit, and connected to Manus’ thoughts while activating the dragon’s magic.
“!!”
At that moment, Manus’ hatred and anger filled his head. Simon’s eyes were red, and he twisted his body violently. It seemed that my brain had turned white.
Click!
Hard!
A harsh grinding sound was heard from Drake’s helmet, which had been under Manus’ control. The suit ran out of control and tried to control Simon’s body in reverse.
“Manus! Stop!”
After the Balak Incident, Manus became more and more rampant with murderous intent. As Aaron advised, it is true that it is difficult to use Manus directly in certain situations.
Simon’s will to control and Manus’ will to slash his enemies collide head-on.
[It looks like a skill that is beyond strength.]
Blatta’s voice echoed.
Although Blatta was buried by the spirits of darkness, his reason remained intact without being engulfed by negative emotions.
He set the prison on fire, burning the mummies, and broke the bars of the sand prison with his long arms.
‘I have to write something.’
Simon had a hunch.
Manus’ rampant thoughts are out of control with his own power.
so.
‘Unify.’
Blatta is a strong man who cannot be defeated unless he is determined to kill at the risk of his life.
Tune in to Manus.
suit his murderous intentions.
The conflicting wills find a compromise little by little and are united, and the Dragonian’s runaway gradually subsides.
Simon took a long breath and stretched his arms. Then he opened the subspace and took out a nondescript sword and dropped it on the floor.
‘The moment I hold the sword, I can’t get out of control.’
But the die has already been cast.
Blatta tries to get out of Hersheba’s sand prison. Simon grabbed the sword that had fallen to the floor and lifted it up.
‘ah.’
Possibly becoming too integrated with Manus’s thoughts, just holding the scabbard brings a sense of psychological stability.
Simon inserted the scabbard into the belt at his waist and drew out the sword.
Sreureung-!
The pure white sword was pulled out while shining in the sunlight. Soon, the moment the fully drawn sword was raised forward, Manus seemed to be satisfied at last, stopping the runaway and reverently preparing to fight.
‘Goes.’
Kwak Kwa Kwa Kwam!
After breaking the sand bar, Blatta rushed towards Simon, running like a beast. In response, Simon simply cut horizontally with the swords that were joined together.
Zeng.
Suddenly there was a sound like that.
An inert sound like a clear bell.
However, from the hand holding the sword, through the arm and shoulder, the whole body is covered with goosebumps.
oh oh oh!
Blatta’s head was flying high into the sky. Her decapitated elemental monstrosity fell riotously to the floor, unbalanced.
[Little boy! be careful!]
Hersheba’s cry was heard. The faces of small spirits rose from the body of Blatta, who had lost her head and collapsed, and she fired black projectiles at them.
This time it was Simon’s turn.
<Dragonian – Defense Mode>
The honeycomb-shaped purple scales unfold like a painting and block all attacks. Simon and Manus held their swords and advanced on Blatta while maintaining their shields.
The extreme!
Blatta, who has lost her head, gets up. New hair grows where her head was cut off. This time, it took the shape of a dog with a protruding muzzle.
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chuck.
Simon straightened the sword and gripped it the other way around.
Then, to my surprise, a myriad of functions, powers, and uses of swordsmanship that could be used came to mind.
As if he had entered a large library, he was able to use those swordsmanships at will, as if he were using a book from the bookshelf.
chuck.
Moved again and squeezed in the opposite direction.
Then the library flipped over and the list of available swordsmanship changed. Simon’s lips twitched. It was a really crazy experience.
[Interesting. Is it the Sword Master reproduced by the Necromancer?]
Blatta grinned at the dog’s head.
[Unfortunately, in this era dominated by priests and necromancers, a confrontation between sword masters and elementalists of the old era is taking place.]
“It’s not the old days.”
Although the foundation is a technology from a distant era, both this side and the other side have newly transformed swordsmanship and spiritism with the black magic of necromancers.
A confrontation between the Sword Master and the High Elementalist.
However, it is precisely a confrontation between two necromancers.
“Hersheba.”
[okay! There must be a new stage suitable for this fight, right?]
Koo-goo-goo-goo-goo!
The terrain between the two of them changes from sinking sand to flat plains, covered with walls, and a large crowd surrounds them.
Before they knew it, the two were inside the huge Colosseum.
Roaring!
Blatta raised her arms. The six dark spirits that fell from his body like drops came flying blazingly.
Simon just swung his sword.
jjoong!
The spirit’s body, which shouldn’t have been cut with metal unless it had sensitivity, was split exactly in half.
Simon swung his sword carelessly as he walked forward. Each time, the rushing spirits make a loud noise and split open, revealing the ‘nucleus’ inside.
[Cutting down the spirits to their very existence!]
Blatta exclaimed as she continued to shoot the spirits.
[Even if one wonders how the skill of wielding an iron is a virtue of a sage, it cannot be ignored when it reaches its peak.]
“well.”
Simon, who had cut down all the flying spirits, grinned and turned his sword round and round with only the strength of his wrist.
“Wouldn’t it be nice to provoke this guy too much?”
Then yank your arms up! turned up
<Imperial swordsmanship – Fable>
Simon’s arm went up, and at the same time, Blatta’s outstretched right arm was cut off.
However, Blatta calmly grabbed his severed right arm and turned it into a sword and struck Simon.
Simon also modified his sword and swung it.
Boom!
Two swords collide and the Colosseum shakes.
Kwak! Zeng! jjoong!
It was an overwhelming physique difference, but Simon was not pushed at all. He soon caught his gap and fired a sword through the gap, cutting off his left arm.
“Now!”
[I was waiting for a signal!]
The Colosseum was not just made for decoration. As soon as Blatta lost both of her arms, her Colosseum in one fell swoop, and she wrapped the sand around Blatta’s body.
[this guy!]
Blatta’s body was gradually buried in the sand and became a huge diamond-shaped golden prison. Chains popped out, holding the golden prison in the air.
humming!
Then Simon, who floated into the air, grabbed the sword with both hands and raised it above his head.
The strongest swordsmanship that Manus is proud of.
<Imperial Swordsmanship – Changchun>
Simon descended to the floor with a sword strike drawn diagonally. Light flashed through the gaps in the cracked golden prison, and Simon slowly put his sword into the scabbard.
Click!
The moment the sword enters the scabbard. The golden prison explodes.
While imprisoned, Blatta is seen coughing up blood with a long wound on her chest.
Kurrrrrrr!
The golden prison reverts to sand, and the desolate expanse of sand around it disappears as well.
The giant eyes of Hersheba floating in the sky also close their eyes.
the world is
It was back to normal.
“…….”
What was left was Blatta lying on the floor with a huge sword scar on her chest, and Simon turning his back with his sword in a scabbard.
“Did you do it!”
When Simon returns, Lethe runs to meet him.
Simon waved his hand with a smile on his face, then shrank his body with an ‘Ouch’ sound.
Parrrrrr-!
The battle was over, but Manus was about to run wild again.
Simon had to quickly dispel the dragon’s magic, take Manus’ skull out of the dragon suit, and insert it into subspace. Meanwhile, Manus rebelled and bit Simon’s hand.
‘Write.’
Actually, I was lucky that it ended like this.
Simon turned to look at Blatta.
“I’ll be able to live if I heal my wounds right away. I need to blow information about the association.”
Blatta chuckled.
“It’s already late.”
“what?”
he raised his arm As he took off his flimsy gloves, his body turned to powder and scattered.
“……This!”
“It’s the risk of time travel.”
Suddenly, Blatta’s face was slowly blurring.
“It’s disappearing like this because it’s an existence that shouldn’t exist in this era. Nephthys would be helping you, but I was just forcibly delaying the time to disappear with all sorts of spirit magic.”
His body quickly disappeared. Blatta closed her eyes.
“Still, I’m glad you were the last one I saw. Simon Pollentia.”
Simon’s eyes widened.
“What? Wait, what are you talking about!”
Aaaaaaaaaaaaa!
He ignored Simon’s question and looked up at the sky with his arm about to disappear.
“For a union.”
Soon, his body was scattered cleanly into the air and disappeared.
Simon bit his lip.
“Are you okay?”
Lethe approached and asked. Simon looked back.
“What about the other members of the Order?”
“Of course they destroyed them all. I tried to save them, but they all died with poison in their mouths.”
Lethe sighed and sat down.
“I’ll search through my belongings though. I don’t know if there’s anything there.”
Simon nodded and went through the pockets of Blatta, who had disappeared and left only clothes. Perhaps because he was an Elementalist, there were many belongings in his bag enchanted with space magic.
“Immigration papers, wallet and fake ID. All I have left now is my personal stuff.”
“This…….”
Simon pulled out a small notebook from his clothes.
“What?”
Charleuk-
Simon’s expression narrowed as he turned over the notebook.
“Dark spirit magic, research manual…?”
