Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner Chapter 274

Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Chapter 274

The summit of the Washuben Mountains the old castle of the demon king.

“…Failure. La.”

On top of a throne piled up with countless skeletons an androgynous man with long hair was sitting with his chin resting.

[An unexpected situation occurs.]

In front of him an undead with no features or body shape looking like a living dough was stammering.

[The introductory part of the operation is all successful. Hard Dile invading through the monster’s mouth. take control of the monster. A monster relentlessly attacks a student other than Lorraine. monster. Defeated by that student.]

[That’s strange.]

A zombie in a butler’s uniform standing next to the throne responded.

[If the plan went as planned the monster must follow the jet-black trail of the ancient undead he met in the jungle of screams. But if he says he went after a third person not Lorraine.]

“Alaze.”

Magnus who had been listening quietly opened his mouth.

“Who is the guy that the monster was following?”

[Simon Pollentia. The first student with special exception brought by the Witch of Death. Summoning major. 1st place in this BMAT exam.]

“It’s strange.”

Magnus licked his lips with his tongue.

“That guy was also related to the witch of death. Why did the monster go after him?”

[You’re saying that the 7th Corps commander could be Simon Pollentia not Lorraine Akbold.]

The zombie butler answered.

[However he was not present at the time of Talazze’s death.]

“It takes me a while too. But the opponent is a cunning witch of death. We have to think about the number of different cases.”

Magnus closed his eyes for a moment immersed in contemplation then spoke.

“For now keep Lorraine as the top detection priority. At the same time start investigating Simon Pollentia. Anything trivial is fine.”

Zombie Butler and Alazee lowered their heads and tried to retreat.

“Oh.”

Magnus opened his mouth.

“Does he listen now? The ancient undead of the 7th Legion that I caught last time.”

The zombie butler shook his head.

[Still. No matter what I do I won’t open my mouth.]

“Hmm you’re a friend who’s deeply loyal to the already disbanded Legion. It’s not like an undead.”

Magnus waved his hands to signal to get out.

‘…Ancient undead.’

After the two men had retreated Magnus rose from his throne and walked away with a leisurely gait staring out the window.

It overlooked the steep mountain range.

‘For my goal I need more Ancient Undead.’

* * *

Now there are only two BMAT exams left which can be said to be the key to passing through the second semester of integration.

Simon’s performance was outstanding.

1st place in 1st BMAT.

2nd BMAT 10th place.

1st place in 3rd BMAT.

Looking at it this way it was a bit painful to place 10th in the 2nd BMAT but if I won the top ranks in the 4th and 5th rounds I might be able to finish my freshman year at the top.

‘good! Don’t settle here let’s work harder!’

There was plenty of time until the next 4th BMAT so the students let go of their tension and went to class day by day.

The first class was divine defense.

“Today I’ll look into the subjects taught at Ephnell.”

This old man wearing a white uniform like a fairy and elegantly waving a tangent was ‘Parahan Imidore’ a professor of divine defense science.

He was the former bishop of Epenel and is currently the president of the Anti-God Federation Association.

He was a representative of the priests who defected from the Federation and he was also a professor who became a much more talked about topic than a bye-night when it comes to the shock of personnel appointments alone.

There were many students who were repulsed by the fact that Priests were teaching Necromancers and there were many students who hated Farahans but nobody denied that this class was actually quite beneficial.

“The students of Epenel are your biggest enemies and your biggest obstacle. You’d better think you’ll run into them 4-5 times before you graduate.”

At Farahhan’s words the class A students gulped down their saliva with nervous faces.

To young boys and girls who had just become necromancers priests were unknown and feared. There were many students whose fears grew as they went through the St.

“I have a question.”

Then a male student raised his hand.

Occasionally students from extremist families who disapproved of Farahhan would interrupt the class by asking tuk-tuk questions like this.

“Tell me.”

However Farahhan rather liked that the students were interested in his class and asked questions.

“I don’t understand. Why do we need to know about the Priest’s lessons?”

“I’ll explain soon.”

At that time there was another male student who jumped up even though Farahhan did not give him the right to speak.

“The intentions are questionable! Professor which one do you think is better Kisen or Ephnell?”

It’s a question that no matter which way you answer you’re bound to be cursed at.

In fact it was also a question of the century that could not be concluded by whether the mother or the father was good.

“I’ve experienced both Efnel and Keygen.”

Farahhan brushed his beard and spoke in a soft voice.

“You can say that your skills are in the middle ages but in terms of your mental strength you can’t compare to the young people of Epenel.”

buzz buzz.

The students whispered. The student who asked the question raised his voice as if it was well taken.

“Professor! That remark just now…!”

sudden!

Farahhan momentarily pointed his finger at the student. The flow of divinity flew like a bullet and stopped in front of the student’s forehead.

“Huh!”

The student’s eyes widened rapidly. He thought he had been pierced between his eyebrows by a divinity without even realizing it.

“Just like this.”

The student opened his mouth wide and his legs trembled. I could see his pants getting wet.

“Fnel’s students are trained with somewhat impersonal and inhuman strength. They think that faith and mental strength are the source of divinity. You’d better go to the bathroom.”

A teaching assistant disappeared behind the classroom with the male student.

Farahhan waved a tangent and returned to the podium.

“Of course I think it’s because of the difference in the teaching method. Do you think you’re far superior in terms of flexibility creativity and the ability to create variables in battle? Now let’s go ahead again.”

He walked over to the blackboard on the podium.

“There are 7 core subjects in Epenel.”

Then he grabbed a chalk and scribbled it down letter by letter.

Blessing

divine mechanics

new mathematics

healing

Numerology

Holy Spiritology

Sexual intercourse

Putting down the chalk Farahhan brushed his beard and smiled.

“Don’t you think you’ve seen it a lot?”

The students started to mumble. Jamie Victoria raised her arm.

“I’m Jamie Victoria! The top three subjects! The concept is similar to ‘Chillsaw’! Curses Dark Mechanics and Summoning!”

“Well done. I’ll give you 5 attitude points.”

Jamie liked it clenching his fists.

“Just like you decide on your major the students of Ephnel also choose one of these subjects. And when you face the Priests if you closely observe the white magic they use you can easily figure out which major they are.”

Parahan’s eyes sharpened.

“If you know what major your opponent is you can get a lot of information with just that. The type of white magic you use your strengths and weaknesses your fighting style your personality and even your attack and defense patterns. You just get a lot of this information without any cost.”

Simon who was listening to the class nodded his head involuntarily.

“Now why?”

Putting down the chalk Farahhan smiled.

“Do you know you need to know your enemy?”

The lecture hall fell silent once more.

Aside from the fact that the professor is a priest Parahan’s lessons were also helpful. That was a fact no one could deny.

“Fortunately Priests don’t go too far into Necromancer’s attack. It’s because the act of learning evil and unclean things is forbidden and they have an obsession to never do anything that could shake their faith even a little bit. So you guys Attack the opponent even more so that he can be viciously sold out. That’s how a Necromancer who is at a disadvantage in terms of compatibility defeats a Priest. Literally-“

Farahhan added tapping the chalkboard tangentially.

“Like a necromancer. I mean.”

Simon almost clapped his hands. Other students were also gurgling their spittles.

“Okay then let’s learn more about each subject.”

In fact this ‘Divine Defense’ class Simon had been preparing for it so he knew almost everything.

It was because Lete taught Simon hard not to be caught by the Heretic Inquisitor before he was handed over to the Holy Federation during vacation.

That’s why Simon’s understanding of the Holy Federation was high enough to fool even the few heretic inquisitors.

“Is there any student here who can explain about Nuclear Science?”

Simon raised his hand and answered.

“Simon Pollentia. This is a study specialized in defense that spreads divine shields and barriers.”

“You did a good job. One of the representative barrier white magic-“

“Barrier of Praise. This is white magic used by Priests to prepare time for a blessing. Since it is white magic that operates in the realm of unconsciousness it can be broken by using a confusion curse.”

I could see the divine defense teaching assistants sticking out their tongues. ‘What is he?’ It is a look that

Farahhan also burst out laughing and said.

“Nice job no great. I’ll give you 10 attitude points.”

“thank you!”

The Divine Defense class was just a score vending machine from Simon’s point of view.

May Lin who was sitting next to her patted Simon with her elbow and said quietly.

“Hey what are you! When did you do that for the divine defense study?”

Seeing her envious expression Simon grinned.

“There is such a thing.”

“Oh it’s so mean! Let me know!”

* * *

After the theory class I went straight to training.

Today was training to accept divinity into the body. The main goal was to overcome the fear of divinity and learn how to drive out the divinity with jet black.

“Aaaaaagh!”

“Heo-euk! Heo-euk!”

The response of the students was more than poisonous poisoning class.

One after another people screamed as if they would lose their minds even if only a small amount of divinity was injected into their bodies.

‘Concentrate concentrate.’

Simon was nervous in a different way.

“If you feel like you can’t stand it just tell me.”

The teaching assistant standing in front of Simon held onto Simon’s arm and let out the divine energy. The teaching assistants were also ex-priests.

“Huh!”

Simon made a pale expression.

“Gwa are you okay?”

“…Ah yes. Not yet.”

A tattered voice came out as if soaked in pain but Simon’s head was feeling a bit skeptical or embarrassed.

‘It feels like I’m getting more and more smoke.’

First I had to do a good job acting in pain from the divinity and secondly I had to be wary of using the divinity without my knowledge.

Occasionally when I was immersed in a divine defense class there were times when divinity suddenly spewed out of my hands. It’s happened to me once or twice but luckily I didn’t get caught. Since then he has been paying more attention and taking extra care.

“Hehehe wait a minute.”

Then Farahhan approached.

“I will teach this student myself.”

“Ah yes. Professor.”

The teaching assistant backed away and Parahan held Simon’s hand and let the divinity flow.

Simon frowned.

“Are you okay? Divinity and jet black are the same root. Hurry up and push the divinity with jet black.”

“yes!”

Simon raised jet black without difficulty and suppressed the divinity that entered his body.

“Hmm. Good job.”

I pretended to make a mistake once and made it through the second time. Farahhan nodded his head in satisfaction and returned Simon to his seat.

‘Did I succeed too soon?’

Simon who looked down at his palm shook his head and returned to his seat.

That’s how today’s divine defense class came to an end.

“They said steak was on the limited menu today! Run!”

Dick shouted as he slung his textbook around his waist.

Meirin and Kamibarez are preparing and Simon is also getting up.

“Student Simon.”

Suddenly the divine defense assistant called Simon.

“Professor Farahan wants to see you for a second.”

“yes?”

Just in time I saw Farahhan waving a tangent in the distance and waiting.

“Go first boys.”

Simon said. Dick made a surprised face.

“Wow what is it? A direct disciple proposal?”

“Again I say it without going through my brain again. There is no such thing as a direct disciple in a required subject.”

While Dick and Meirin were fighting Simon quickly arrived in front of Farahhan.

“Come with me to my lab.”

“Ah yes.”

Farahhan’s lab was in the building directly above.

The two entered a room with clean white wallpaper and sat face to face on the sofa.

“Would you like some tea?”

“No thanks.”

Farahhan nodded and opened the tangent line.

As a signal the curtains in the room were drawn the lights were turned off and thick darkness fell. At the same time divine magic circles were activated and emitted light.

“School professor?”

“Don’t be surprised. It’s a simple device to block sound and sight from the outside. Then I’ll ask you one thing.”

Farahhan swept his beard and put on an extremely serious expression.

“Hey can you use divinity?”