Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Chapter 676
A secret land not allowed to mankind.
Frost Field.
A group of troops were crossing the ridge through the harsh cold and fierce snowstorm.
“Hahahaha! It’s fun! It’s fun!”
Cronus riding on the giant ‘Undead Crab’ exploded his mad light. The undead crab also clicked its claws whenever he laughed while moving his body.
“The northerners must be in a frenzy by now right? Imagining the archduke’s rotten expression makes my heart flutter!”
“Sir Kronos.”
Count Voldmont walked up beside him and said
“The soldiers are tired and freezing to death. Are you marching too fast?”
“Ha ha! Don’t be particularly nervous with one or two soldiers Count!”
Cronus smiled happily and spread a new magic circle on his palm.
“You don’t know when the archduke’s pursuit team will come? Go quickly and grab the North God and take over Frost Field. Utcha!”
After looking over the magic circle he just created he satisfactorily lifted it into the air with a snap of his wrist.
The magic circle rose into the air like a balloon. The count’s head also naturally turned upward.
Go go go go!
Above the heads of the marching army of the kingdom a super-large magic circle reminiscent of the artificial sun spread out. The magic circle of Cronus that was just created went up and was attached to the empty space of the super-large magic circle and the circuits were connected to the magic circle.
Changes began to occur in each formula like an interlocking device.
“It’s a present boys!”
Kronos looked back and shouted.
“It just numbed most of the pain! You won’t even feel the cold anymore?”
The color of the magic circle changed even more reddish. A reddish aura appeared on the soldiers’ bodies and their movements became even faster.
“But I’m a little surprised Count.”
Kronos turned to Count Voldmont and said.
“I don’t like troublesome things like detailed control of curses. It’s the default to curse all humans besides me and Romario. But how do you move normally?”
“Thanks to the artifacts with curse resistance.”
When the Count opened his coat he saw countless trinkets dangling from it.
“I’ve prepared to meet Lord Kronos.”
“Hahahaha! As I’ve heard the preparations are thorough! This is one shot.”
The count seriously lit up his eyes.
“When this is over I will take over the sovereignty of the Northern Territory as promised.”
“So then. How do you do it? That’s what ‘watchers’ are for.”
Having said that Cronus rubbed his chin and looked back.
“Rather than that the time has come for the pursuit team to come.”
“The Archduke will not come.”
Commander Romario who was going ahead spoke in a low voice.
“We’re not the kind of people who will make hasty moves and mess things up. We focus on destroying the North God.”
“Yes yes.”
Count Baldmont opened the map checked the compass and pointed forward.
“Right there.”
The Kingdom Army finally climbed over the top of the mountain and looked down. The eyes of Romario and Cronus widened at the same time.
“It’s creepy.”
Romario said.
“It’s ecstatic.”
Kronos said.
Seeing the conflicting reactions of the two the count bowed his head respectfully.
“That is the hideout of the North God who ruled Frost Field for over a thousand years. It is ‘Abyss’.”
All I could see beneath the mountain was a red floor.
The Abyss stretched out in the middle hollow basin in the mountains of Frost Field. All kinds of undead nests were made and the objects that had just escaped from the nests moved quickly. And in the middle of the nests I could see a huge hole in the ground.
It was a hole so deep and dark that the end was unknown.
“Isn’t that what the North God is hiding in there?”
Cronus ran the tip of his tongue over his lips and sighed. Romario who had been watching the Abyss at that time quietly turned around.
“come.”
“Uh what? The archduke’s chasing squad?”
“no.”
Kurrureung!
The whole mountain was shaken. Avalanches began pouring down from the countless mountain ridges that rose like pictures everywhere.
All these avalanches were moving as if they were alive and were coming down towards the Kingdom Army.
Sreung!
Romario drew his sword.
“It’s the North God’s army.”
In fact large and small ‘eyes’ were visible everywhere in the pouring avalanche. Chronos giggled and spread a magic circle on both palms.
“I’ll show you!”
He lifted the magic circle into the air and attached it to the magic circle in the sky. The red light grew stronger and the soldiers’ eyes burned.
“Necromancer of hosts! I Cronus know how to deal with an ambush!”
* * *
The northern part decided not to pursue the kingdom army and to move at the scheduled time.
The Archduke also did not have much time to watch Simon’s training during these two days. He had to focus on restoring Haight and rebuilding the power of the 2nd Legion.
Simon also started training individually. He set up a detailed training schedule before the Archduke went to recover the 2nd Corps so he just had to train accordingly.
And whenever there was spare time or a break he focused on finding ‘Geheim’ of the Ancient Undead.
[Do you often play with me these days? kid.]
Hersheba said. A woman with long hair made of sand was perched on top of a cane floating in the air.
[What are you going to train for today? Mira Control? Or should we open the world of sand after a long time?]
“That takes a lot of energy. I’m going to play soon.”
Simon stopped sat down on a rock and rummaged through his bag.
“Today rather than training I want to talk.”
[What story?]
“About your life before you became undead.”
What Simon took out of his bag were none other than tools for drawing.
With a click I unfolded the legs of the stand set it on the floor and placed the canvas on top.
“And about where you lived.”
[Didn’t I tell you last time? I can’t remember!]
“Then take this opportunity to think about it slowly.”
Simon took the colorant out of his bag and held it up.
[But you want to draw?]
“Come and go. Just don’t mind this.”
This canvas was originally written in Kizen’s Kingship class. It is a preparation to learn the unique handwriting of each country but Simon is more interested in drawing than handwriting so he also bought colorants.
Of course I’m not good at drawing but I had an experience of painting landscapes when I was in leisurely Les Hill.
[Are you going to draw? Will you listen to my story?]
“both.”
Simon scribbled over the white canvas.
“You said you reigned as a king before you became undead right?”
[then! He was a king who led many people!]
Hersheba started chattering.
Before she became undead she was a ‘dungeon master’. But she couldn’t remember anything about why she was in the dungeon or how she became the king of it.
So is it? When asked to tell her about her past she reacted rather shyly. She grumbled saying “Why do you keep asking me when I don’t remember and I don’t think I have a particularly good memory?”
But Simon sensed a strange emotion in her voice.
Just ‘missing’.
Simon thought he shouldn’t let go of that feeling.
“How long have you been king?”
[I don’t know. At that time I had no concept of time… I felt like I had reigned for a very long time?]
“I see. How did you feel when you were king?”
Since she couldn’t remember much about her previous life Simon asked her mainly about her feelings.
[well?]
she said while pondering.
[loneliness?]
“You said you were lonely?”
Surprised Simon stopped the brush.
“The king is in charge of governing many people. Usually there is no time to be lonely right?”
[that is….]
She scratched the side of her head as if embarrassed.
[My memory is hazy but- our people were a bit like that.]
“what?”
[I didn’t react. Should it be like a machine? He did something to me first and there was nothing like that. I just did my own thing.]
Her voice lost strength.
[He played with me when I asked him to play with him hugged him when he asked for a hug and only moved when I gave him a clear command. You never approached me first.]
“….”
[So I prefer now.]
She lifted her head and looked up at the blue sky.
[Listening to Peer’s nagging Erzébett always fights builds sand castles and plays with Prince and Achemus is blunt but kind. Even if I stay still everyone come to me first. I do things I don’t want and things I don’t expect. I get angry sometimes but-]
she raised an eyebrow.
[So good. this new life.]
Simon also smiled.
“That’s good.”
Simon kept begging her to tell her about the past. Hersheba went through her memories and said whatever came to her mind.
Simon had this impression.
When she talks about her city her feelings are undoubtedly nostalgia nostalgia and longing.
But at the same time it seems that she was not satisfied with her life as a dungeon master.
‘Even though he’s not satisfied with his days as a dungeon master he longs for and misses them?’
something doesn’t fit
However the more he listened to Hersheba the more he got a strange impression and finally Simon realized.
What she misses is not the life of a dungeon master.
‘More than that.’
I don’t know why he became a dungeon master but even before he became a dungeon master it seemed like he had a certain life.
I could tell when I thought of her special ability.
She has the ability to build the life she longs for by making it out of sand. The reason why her people didn’t react was probably because she built it with her superpowers.
[Funny?]
she said with a bitter smile.
[The fact that I miss a dream that I can’t even remember.]
She is not sure whether the life she lived through or whether it was a fiction created in her imagination.
That’s why I think it’s funny that I’m caught up in a life I can’t even remember.
“It doesn’t matter if there is an entity or not.”
A smile formed on Simon’s lips.
“It’s important what you think and what meaning you attach to it. That’s why I’m more curious about your story.”
widely.
Simon who had finally finished painting put down the brush. Then with a slightly embarrassed expression he lifted the canvas and showed it to Hersheba.
[ah.]
Her eyes widened.
Hersheba was a golden city made of sand.
but.
“I drew the hometown you thought of using a little more colorful colors.”
The Golden City is entirely made of sand. It is monochromatic.
But the city Simon drew was different.
Wood houses and brick houses coexisted grass and trees grew and people were laughing.
[ah.]
To be honest it wasn’t a very well-drawn result but I can see traces of hard work.
her body trembled
[iced coffee.]
she is-
i thought i cried
There was no way she could shed tears because she was a body of sand but she had feelings. If I had a body I thought it was the right time to shed tears.
Then Simon came over and wiped her eyes with his fingertips.
I was happy.
The fact that there are people who acknowledge and respect things that do not exist.
[thank you.]
As if to represent her feelings a pitch-black light began to rise slowly from Hersheba’s body.
Koo-goo-goo-goo-goo!
She is casting ‘Goldenization’ magic. They are trying to recreate the city Simon had just drawn.
wince
Simon stepped back feeling strangely elated.
it’s like
‘It’s similar to how Prince used Corpse Explosion…!’
Ku-gu-gu-gu-gu-gu-gu-gu-gu-gu!
Hersheba casts a golden fire and a city greater than any other city ever built outside the world of sand began to rise.
[Aaaaa!]
Looking at the soaring buildings Simon was convinced.
‘This is it.’
It was Geheim of Hersheba.
[oh!]
Kurrureung!
Immediately after with her shrill voice the city of Hersheba collapsed like a sandcastle on the beach.
Simon who was watching smiled bitterly.
‘It seems like there’s still a long way to go but.’
[Ah!]
She shook her body in regret.
“Why did you suddenly fail?”
[Lack of imagination! I can build the center of the city well but I’m not sure how to build the outer areas!]
“That’s about it.”
Simon rolled up his arms and sat down in front of the canvas again.
“I can draw any number of pictures. Let’s do it again! Anything that comes to mind about the city?”
after such a long attempt.
Immediately after the war with the North God Hersheba’s Geheim was prepared.
NECROMANCER ACADEMY’S GENIUS SUMMONER CHAPTER 678
