Necromancer Academy's Genius Summoner Chapter 660

Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Chapter 660

Arrived safely in Vilkenos.

I decided to meet the Grand Duke again tomorrow morning and parted ways.

Now Simon was walking the night streets of the northern high street. It was quite a distance from the inn he had chosen as his lodging so he decided to enjoy a leisurely night walk.

It is a picture of drinking parties all over the place. Bearded men with flushed faces were raising their beer mugs while shouting loudly.

There were also numerous duels. In fact wherever people gathered in a circle in the north it was safe to say that most of them were duels. In a place where strength and courage are virtues people constantly tried to prove themselves.

A duel if you are dissatisfied a duel even if the rice is not tasty a duel even if you bump into each other on the road.

A rustling sound resounds. ‘Yes!’ ‘Push more!’ The chuimsae of the onlookers is also unusual.

While enjoying the northern scenery like that.

“Hmm heh-“

Today too Elizabeth was clinging to Simon’s side. Simon glanced at her as she walked.

The corps commander knew about a new technique called ‘Geheim’ that unlocks and explodes the potential of the Ancient Undead.

But we still don’t know how that technology manifests itself.

-Your Ancient Undead think about why they want to follow you.

I was kind of guessing. Erzebet adored her father Richard and was now following his son herself.

Then what we have to give her from this side…

‘Ahh!’

Simon red-faced shook his head vigorously.

The opponent was the undead. racial differences? racial difference? That’s not all. This biological chasm could not be bridged.

“Brigade commander?”

Elizabeth rolled her eyes and looked at Simon.

“You can see that you have a lot of thoughts. Are you worried about anything?”

“Oh nothing.”

Simon laughed hard.

The Ancient Undead who have lived for as little as hundreds of years and as long as more than a thousand years are the most mysterious beings in the world. In particular the Ancient Undead who signed a contract with the corps commander have something lacking and follow the corps commander to fill it.

‘In exchange for loyalty what can I do for Elizabeth?’

While Simon was thinking about that he had arrived in front of the inn before he knew it. Elizabeth bought wine cheese and fruit today.

Even though he didn’t eat it seemed like he was trying to enjoy the time the two of them were talking about each other.

‘I’ll have to talk about Geheim with Hergé tonight.’

Just when Simon is about to pull the inn’s doorknob.

“….”

Sensing a strange sense of dissimilarity Simon’s movements stopped.

His face looked worried for a moment but then he grabbed the handle again.

“Brigade commander.”

Elizabeth called out to Simon with a hard face. Simon just smiled and pulled the doorknob and went inside.

There were a lot of people.

Northern warriors. All of them filled the narrow inn room with weapons all glaring at Simon with ferocious eyes.

An ominous atmosphere prevails. Simon walked unconcernedly among them. In the kitchen the innkeeper and his wife were embracing each other with a frightened look on their faces.

“….”

There are also familiar faces. I saw a man with a swollen face after being beaten by Simon last night. Next to him the same group of people who were beaten by Simon are also mixed.

‘Is it retaliation?’

Simon sighed lightly and opened his mouth.

“What are you going to do now?”

“You did something funny. Stranger.”

A middle-aged man sitting on the stairs leading to the second floor said.

He drank from the beer glass in his hand. Mokwooldae moved and beer flowed down his beard.

After finishing the glass he tilted his head.

‘This guy is the captain.’

Simon knew right away that he was an unusual person.

He was wearing white fur that looked like a monster and he could see sharp triangular animal ears on his head. He had both beastman and northerner traits.

Most impressive of all is the flag leaning on the opposite shoulder.

This man was the flag bearer.

chuck!

He held out his palm to the side.

Then the same man who had been beaten by Simon walked over knelt down on one knee and tapped Tup on his palm. and raised my chin.

“This is my friend.”

back.

The rider grabbed the man’s chin and shook it.

“Even though he has a dirty personality he was young and showed potential so he was the one I singled out as my rider’s successor.”

“….”

“However rumors spread throughout the North that I was beaten up while arguing with an outsider and a noble nobleman.”

Every time his palm moved the man’s face shook mercilessly and his cheeks rose violently. It was a ridiculous sight but the surrounding warriors did not change their expressions.

“That’s why I lose face among the jockeys.”

As he released the man’s chin he kicked him in the stomach with his foot.

Udang-tang-tang!

The man rolls mercilessly across the inn floor until he hits a wall and stops.

“Please understand my situation which has no choice but to be like this.”

The rider rose from his seat and wiped his hands. The plucked beards swayed and fell to the floor.

Sigh. Sigh.

he took a step With every step he took the inn floor made a noise. He passed Simon and continued walking and soon headed out the door.

“They said about the honor of the north and pride.”

tall.

The jockey’s steps stopped. Simon smiled and looked behind him.

“That’s not very honorable is it?”

this bastard!

Unspeakable swear words poured out from all over the place and the sound of weapons being drawn echoed. Simon continued to speak calmly without a hint of embarrassment.

“I’m a guest of the Grand Duke. It’s a shame that I don’t want to bother each other so I showed mercy after winning but when goodwill comes back like this I get a little annoyed.”

The rider looked back.

“…As a guest. Everyone in Vilkenos knows about the incident in which you got kicked by the grand duke who was about to go to war.”

ha ha ha-!

The sound of ridicule resounded from everywhere.

“And even if you’re really the grand duke’s guest nothing will change.”

The jockey slowly raised his arm.

“There should be one or two guests in the North who disappear overnight.”

At the signal of his violent downward stroke all the warriors in the inn shouted and rushed at Simon.

The sound of crashing and breaking echoes continuously.

The jockey as if not intending to get involved left the handling to his subordinates and went outside.

“If you see the girl’s blood ahead of the competition it’s unlucky so I’ll spare you.”

He said looking at Elizabeth standing outside the inn.

“It’s a pity it lost its owner but you’d better watch your mouth in the north.”

Elizabeth just laughed.

Thinking it was a strange woman the rider moved on.

“Whoa.”

The wind is full.

It didn’t feel very good to ask a young man from the outside who didn’t even know his relationship here but there was no choice.

‘The guy who defeated my heir must have had skills.’

It became like that when I exercised my skills with halfway power.

It’s a bullshit messing around. You just have to be patient and get over it. The rider clicked his tongue and moved on.

Today I wanted to drink strong alcohol that would burn my throat.

I’m trying to find a suitable tavern on a public street and enter it.

“Captain! Captain!”

One of the men at the inn was running away with a blue complexion.

“It’s a big deal!”

“What.”

The subordinate trembled as if he could hardly keep his mouth shut. She shook her hand vigorously as if she was about to explain something then shook her head vigorously and she shouted.

“Come and see! Captain I think I’ll have to see it with my own eyes! This!”

“…?”

The rider returned to the inn with his men.

It wasn’t long before the inn was quiet.

‘Is it already over?’

The rider strode into the inn with the flag leaning on his shoulder.

“You bastards. Cleaning up… well?”

The rider’s eyes widened.

The walls of the inn were all covered in blood. All over the place warriors were pinned to the wall or pinned to the floor their lower bodies drooping.

Only the sound of pain echoed in the creepy silence.

and.

Above the bodies of the warriors heaped up like a hill a blue-haired boy was sitting with his legs spread in a bad way his eyes shining.

“came?”

The moment our eyes met the rider felt goosebumps all over his body.

“How is this! Yes what the hell is your identity!”

“Because they are guests of the Grand Duke. No.”

Taktak.

Simon pretended to shake his hand and rose from his seat.

“Shall we call it an alliance?”

Simon walked over with his arms hanging down. Meanwhile Elizabeth was leaning against the wall as if she was dizzy. oh wow that’s so cool i want to catch I was mumbling something like that.

“These useless things!”

The jockey who set the flag down on the ground took off the fur coat from his shoulder and threw it off. The rugged muscles that had been trained in countless battles were revealed.

“Huup!”

A pitch-black glow exploded from his body.

After all this man is also a necromancer. Jet-black hair grew all over his body and his body was changing.

‘…Metamorphosis!’

Even in Kizen there were many students who specialized in black magic. In an instant he turned into a leopard with pitch-black fur revealing his teeth.

Slurreureung-!

He even condensed jet black in his right hand and pulled it out in the form of a sword.

“I’ll finish it without pain.”

The rider crashed on the inn floor and charged wildly.

He closed the distance in the blink of an eye and swung a jet-black sword at Simon.

Kwajik!

Something flashed straight in front of Simon and the sword he wielded split in two at once.

‘My jet black sword!’

Looking down I saw long metal tentacles extending from the floor.

Kwak-!

At the same time Simon who had come forward strongly stepped on the jockey’s foot.

“I can’t run away now.”

charrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Charleureuk!

His right arm which had been pulled back suddenly began to be covered with countless bones. Bones several times the size of Simon’s arm were formed like a glove for armor to the extent that it looked like an oversized right arm.

< Heavy Bone Gauntlet >

The jockey’s complexion hardened as he saw his heavy arm lifted.

if that fits

“sleep…!”

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Simon’s back twisted and a perfect full hit went in. The jockey struck by the bone gauntlet shattered the floor penetrated it and burrowed into the ground.

“… Great Captain!”

The warriors who are still rational the inn couple and even the subordinate who came in to inform the rider at the end.

Everyone here could only open their mouths.

“I didn’t kill him.”

Simon said as he dismantled the Gauntlet he saw. A single glove was turning into multiple skeletons.

“But I can’t just skip this one…”

Simon murmured and lowered his head.

Something touched Simon’s stomach.

The rider’s subordinate’s eyes turned red as if bloodshot.

“Va va boss! Are you really crazy?!”

While the jockey was being punched down he picked up the flag that had fallen to the ground and brought it to Simon.

“Keuk. Kkeuk….”

Trembling in the rubble the rider raised his head. The missing teeth were falling terribly.

“Die. Just die… let’s go!”

Bawk!

Simon kicked him in the face and knocked him out then checked himself again. The part that touched the tip of the feather had changed into a round shape like a target.

pounding!

Cells throughout the body alert.

Chicken meat sprouted all the way and cold sweat ran down his back.

Simon’s eyes turned to the window.

Whoa oh oh oh!

The black night sky was drawing a circle swirling like a hurricane.

“Jegiraaaaar! Everyone run away!”

The rider’s men ran outside and shouted. After assessing the situation Simon smiled and spread his legs shoulder-width apart.

‘I’m getting a little nervous now.’

The role of riders is virtually one.

To set a ‘target’ even at the cost of one’s own life.

jump!