Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 864

Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Chapter 864

The western part of the continent an unknown jungle.

Turbuck. Turbuck. Turbuck.

A man in a robe was walking through a poisoned jungle.

It seems like a lot of time has passed since the deadly poison flowed out but there were still ingredients that were harmful to humans. So the man also came here wearing a chemical mask.

‘It’s terrifying.’

If this was Balak’s doing I thought it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was a walking poison disaster.

‘Let’s finish quickly and go back.’

The man searching the jungle was a member of the ‘thieves’ guild’ that Kazan was a part of. He came to search for the missing Kizen’s minion under Kazan’s instructions.

The minion goes missing while trying to convey information to Balak. The last place to disappear was this jungle.

‘It smells suspicious but.’

Beep.

Beep.

At that time the search artifact in his hand sparkled. Upon checking the artifact there were subtle remnants of jet black spread around this place.

‘Let’s see.’

He carefully lowered himself and looked for signs on the floor.

After a few minutes I let out a deep sigh.

It was impossible to find a proper trace in this swamp of poison mixed with all kinds of things. It was difficult to tell whether this was a muddy creature or just melted trees and grass.

But since it’s something I do for money I’m diligently rummaging around with patience.

‘hmm?’

The man widened his eyes. Soon he rummaged around with his arms stretched out into the muddy swamp then picked up something.

The melted object was caught in my hand.

It looked like a human arm but it was not a real human body and had metal attached to the inside. The man’s pupils shook as he saw it turned into porridge.

‘no way…!’

He immediately secured the evidence and immediately took out a communication crystal ball from his pocket.

* * *

The heat in the arena was extremely hot.

Finally all the exchange events are over and only the two men’s sword fight to decide the student council president remains.

All exchange matches so far have been mere pre-events. In the end everything will be decided in the match between Simon and Balak.

2nd year for a complete generation change 3rd year to keep the last pride.

Everyone cheered with a desperate heart.

-Cheer up Simon! really please!

-Balaaaaaagh!

As the match drew closer the heat increased. Meilin held her hand on her chest holding her breath.

“Ugh I’m more nervous than during my game. My heart is about to burst.”

“Simon…! Do your best!”

Meirin and Kamibarez hugged each other and looked toward the entrance where Simon would soon come out. Dick clicked his tongue and leaned against the backrest.

“Perhaps the key is Death Knight? I heard that Balak has gotten stronger over the years but I’m worried about the mid-match. Ah Simon should be in good shape today…!”

“Surely Simon will win?”

Now Cerne who was seated on the side of the party was smiling seductively.

“Because he is the man I chose.”

Meirin was furious.

“Please stop talking like dog poop. Get out of here!”

“It’s too much~ Meirin. Seri wants to be by Mayrin’s side a little longer.”

Cerne immediately changed her expression and voice to a friendly one and clung to Meirin. Merlin shook her head in disgust.

“Get out of here!”

“Oh Meirin! Didn’t you forget to grant my wish?”

Mei Lin hesitated at those words and her expression darkened slightly.

Serene raised an eyebrow.

“Umm what should I do? Shall I ask you to wait on me in a maid’s uniform throughout the vacation? Or how about a concert to celebrate the exchange exhibition?”

“hey!!”

Meirin’s face reddened. Responding to the word celebratory performance Dick changed her posture and sat down.

“If you ever need an idea…”

Fuck!

Dick’s head snapped to the side after being hit in the back of the head. Kamibarez covered his mouth with a small ahaha laugh.

Tadadat!

Then footsteps were heard from behind. Looking back Kamibarez’s eyes widened.

“Ka Kazan?”

“you.”

Kazan was gasping for breath sweat pouring down his head. Then he asked in a serious voice.

“Looks like the game hasn’t started yet. Where is Simon?”

Dick raised his hand.

“Simon should be in the waiting room under the pitch.”

“thanks.”

Hearing those words Kazan jumped away and disappeared. The four of them faced each other.

“…What’s going on with Kazan?”

“well.”

“Because I’m such a busy person.”

* * *

That time when the heat outside the stadium is rising. Simon was sitting cross-legged in his waiting room eyes closed doing the meditation Hong Feng had taught him.

The mind is at ease and the mind is clear.

In the meantime various images that had been image training floated in Simon’s head and then disappeared.

What strategy will you go with? The mind is calmly organized.

smart.

Then a knock was heard. It was still too early for the game to start so Simon opened his eyes with a puzzled expression.

“Yes come in.”

Soon the door opened with a click.

Good food!

Puduck!

However instead of people several owls flapped their wings and flew into the waiting room. They sat on hangers and tables as if they were at home.

“You’re here on time senpai.”

Simon said into the air.

Soon the floor shook and a female student appeared along with black smoke.

He wears a gray jacket over his school uniform and has an owl on his shoulder.

It was Grimoire who ranked second overall in the third grade.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t expect it to take this long.”

She gasped lightly and touched the hood. She looked tired just by looking at her her hair was disheveled and her face was drawn more than she had ever seen before.

“Take it.”

What she handed over was an artifact in the form of a necklace. There was something like a jewel without any special ornament hanging from the string of a silver necklace.

Instead looking at the back of the jewel a very intricately crafted magic circle was shining.

“It looks like a shield artifact but it’s designed to unfold in response to Balak’s ‘Secret Book’.”

Simon turned the necklace around and tried to activate it by flowing jet black. A transparent membrane stretched across the front as if to cover Simon’s face.

“It’s impossible to completely block the dark book but it’s designed to hit the ground safely by sending it in a different direction.”

“It’s nice! I’ll use it well.”

“but.”

She raised her index finger.

“This artifact can only stop Balak’s secret spell once.”

“hmm.”

“No matter how much Balak does he’ll be embarrassed if the secret book he used to kill is blocked. That’s the only chance. If you don’t catch Balak then you’ll die.”

She closed her eyes.

“Because Balak can take out several secret books.”

Simon nodded with a serious face and put the necklace around his neck.

“I’ll keep this in mind. Let’s go.”

“Simon Pollentia.”

She turned to Simon and said.

“Don’t die.”

“yes.”

* * *

Aaaaaaaaaaaa!

Ahead of the match heated cheers poured in from all over the place.

Overall the atmosphere is quite different from the daytime exchanges. Not only first-year students who finished their classes entered the stadium but even high-ranking magnates and elderly people who had heard the news were taking their seats one by one.

Who will be the real Keygen student council president?

It was an issue that everyone was paying close attention to. Presently Conrad the host spread his arms.

“Yes! Both students say they are ready! Then we will take the challenger Simon Pollentia to the stadium first! Loud shouts and applause!”

Along with the ensuing heated shouts Simon was coming out of the arena with a confident gait. Simon looked unconcerned and waved his hand around him.

“There!”

“Simon senior!”

The first graders who entered the stadium in gear showed an extremely excited reaction. Perhaps they had just finished their performance evaluation their uniforms were slightly soiled but their eyes were shining brightly.

“Brother Simon!”

In the front seat Sasha who received the first exception raised both hands and cheered. Next to him Arthur number 2 and Princess Molly number 10 and other first-year mutants were gathered and cheering.

[Khehehe! It’s ridiculously popular!]

Peer’s voice was heard.

‘Please don’t tease me Peer.’

Simon also smiled and stopped in his seat. Soon Conrad spread her arm in the opposite direction.

“Next it’s time for the current student council president to appear! Ranked first in all 3rd graders the strongest in Keygen! I’m Ballack the student council president!”

Not to be outdone by this the third graders all stood up from their seats and burst into cheers.

Simon stared ahead.

A huge man wearing a steel mask and fluttering a black student council president coat. His balak was walking.

Poisonous smoke rose with every breath and the grass on the stadium floor withered with every step.

Soon the two men stood facing each other.

[Simon Pollentia.]

Through the iron mask a voice resounded like iron scratching.

[Not satisfied with having escaped death once he finally stood in front of me again.]

Simon laughed crookedly.

“I’ve said it before but I have no intention of treating you like a senior.”

A faint rage flashed in his eyes.

“On behalf of Azel-senpai I will defeat you in this match.”

[You are so proud.]

Ballack slowly opened and closed his fists. At that time the sinews that rose violently twitched.

[I will let you experience true death.]

The referee refrained from excessive nerve warfare and made the two shake hands. Simon and Balak walked closer and shook hands.

The two holding hands lightly walked away step by step. The cheers grew louder and the two stopped at a reasonable distance.

“Then from now on we will begin the ‘honorable duel’ between student council president Ballack and student Simon Pollentia! The winner will get the position of student council president in Keygen!”

The referee looked back at the two men.

“Are you ready?”

“yes.”

Simon answered.

nod

Balak only moved his head without speaking.

Soon after the referee confirmed that the two students were ready and lowered their arms.

“Start the game!”

The two men moved at the same time. Simon was the first to attack.

‘I have to attack right away!’

In the meantime I have thoroughly studied Ballack’s strategy with Dick.

Balak’s special skill is deadly poison armor magic that covers the whole body with poison called ‘Death Armor’. It is a powerful technique that unilaterally attacks the enemy by being buried in the armor of poison.

The armor gets thicker and stronger as time goes by and the key is that as the armor accumulates more powerful skills can be used. in other words.

‘We have to push with the early offensive!’

There are many things I felt after seeing the tactics of Aves which was the first match of the exchange match.

Simon gathered jet black into his fist and rushed at once.

[It’s obvious.]

Balak stomped his foot lightly in place.

Shoot aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

The surroundings shook as if an earthquake had occurred and poisonous substances began to rise around his feet like an explosion of oil.

Simon stopped abruptly.

[Did you think I was an imitation of the same number?]

Balak stretched out his hand and deadly poison poured down on Simon as if alive.

Simon immediately put his hand into the pocket attached to one side of his uniform belt.

‘Balak changes the arrangement of the venom every battle but after using the deadly poison magic the ingredients are almost fixed.’

An empty bottle and paper popped out between his fingers.

‘I’m going to build up resistance at once!’

Whoa!

Whoops!

Simon poured some poison into the empty bottle dodging the flood of poisons. He soon thrust the sheet and analysis paper he was holding in his other hand into it.

“Kyahahahaha! That’s right!”

From somewhere in the spectators’ seats an excited cry was heard. As soon as Simon noticed that the color of the sheet was changing he put a few formulated ingredients from his pocket into his mouth.

‘It’s not a subclass that gets hit by the same number.’

There was a time when Simon groaned in agony because of the poison after a fight with Balak. In order to prepare for this I prepared a resistance meter during my nightly self-study class.

Pulling up the resistance meter Simon stretched out his arms.

Simultaneously Ballack also stretched out his arm.

< Summon Death Knight >

< Infernal Armor >

It was not a game that would end with the early pressure.

Both were looking more than halfway through the game.

NECROMANCER ACADEMY’S GENIUS SUMMONER CHAPTER 865