Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 901

Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Chapter 901

A rebellion broke out in Riveron.

A kind of new pseudo-religion that insists that the subjects of the rebellion serve the Curokers under the name of ‘Juryong’ and follow his will.

They raised their voices saying that they should offer their children as sacrifices and drive out even the Necromancers who are protecting the territory.

Naturally the young lord of Riveron was blinded. He was contemplating how to kill the ‘crazy dragon’ that caused him to lose his father.

The lord immediately raised soldiers and declared that they would be wiped out but while the guards of Riveron themselves were weakened to such an extent that the level of public order was weakened the pseudo-religion swelled its power on a large scale in a short time using despair as food so it is not easy to wipe it out. seemed

If left unattended there might be a huge bloodshed.

Upon hearing the report Simon’s expression became serious as well.

‘Ezebet must be investigating. Is something about to happen?’

Phantasus moved without delay. He decided to split the expedition in half.

Azel was chosen as the leader of the group to return to Riveron. Agel led an expedition of 10 people down the mountain first and then decided to help suppress the cult.

However most of the members of the expedition were troubled by the choice of returning to Riveron but in the end Pantasus chose mainly members with family or acquaintances in Riveron.

-Do you need more people? Agel successor.

-are you okay. Will there be any stars? The army called by the lord will come to Riveron soon so I’ll wait until then to prevent a civil war from happening.

Even so when troops arrived in the city they needed someone to properly explain the situation to the general leading the army.

It would be nice if the army heard the story of the Currockers who were no longer rampant and left but if not they had to find another way.

Now I could only hope that the military commander would be a man with whom I could communicate.

So 10 people including Azel went down the mountain first and the rest of the people waited at the campsite. I decided to check the condition of the Currokers while keeping an eye on the surroundings to make sure that no one else approached.

So Simon was given some time.

* * *

Thinking that even a moment of time could not be wasted in this spare time Simon asked Pantasus to teach him a new slip.

Pantasus readily agreed.

“It seems like yesterday when I first taught you the slip at Les Hill! Time flies so fast!”

Pantasus who had walked together to a deserted place said with a smile.

“Now this one!”

Phantasus spread a magic circle over his palm.

A 3D magic circle that transcends the 2nd dimension that rises above the palm of your hand the size of a pot lid. Simon’s eyes widened.

“Is this the structure of the magic circle?”

“Yes!”

The formula structure was difficult enough to make my eyes go round and round.

A skill that Phantasus honed while rolling over and over again on active duty. In fact it was a true original black magic that only Pantasus could use which had no great academic value.

Seeing this Simon felt his pulse go out of control.

‘It’s worse than before. It’s a monster created by the dark habit of remembering.’

This much was expected but there was one strange part. Simon who was quietly examining the composition of the magic circle said.

“Senior can you cancel the magic circle and show it again?”

“Ha ha ha ha! Of course!”

Pantasus who shattered the magic circle with his fists unfolded the magic circle once more. Simon who stared at it was speechless.

‘The composition of formulas and circuits has changed!’

No matter how complicated the structure of black magic was Simon was confident in memorizing it in the end unless it was a rune word or formula he had never learned.

But this time it’s different. As if ignoring the memorizing nature of jet-black its form was changing every time it used black magic.

Simon asked Pantasus to cancel and open the magic circle one last time and even the third magic circle that came out was different from the first and second.

‘If this is the case how should I memorize it?’

The jet-dark nature of remembering is the same as the essence of a necromancer. But it’s a formula that ignores it like it’s showing off.

“How do you feel successor?”

“….”

Simon straightened his back and closed his eyes.

“…It’s difficult.”

“Hahaha! It’s surprising to hear the word ‘difficult’ coming from you!”

Phantasus beckoned.

“Would you like to step back and look again?”

“?”

Simon put on a puzzled expression but then nodded and stepped back.

Nothing much had changed from a distance but Simon’s eyes widened rapidly as he watched.

“ah.”

“Did you notice anything from a different perspective?”

The most surprising thing about all of this. Although the composition of the 1st 2nd and 3rd magic circles were different it was true that the effect would be similar in terms of results.

Like finding another picture I kept obsessing over the local parts and only looking for differences but looking at it from a distance as a whole all three things were in common.

“This is the first lesson! Hmm! Why can’t we just rely on the jet-black memorizing properties! The effects of slips shouldn’t be 100% the same?”

“But Kizen always teaches you to use a certain amount of black magic.”

“Because that side is superior in terms of efficiency and efficiency! But what we’re trying to learn is a little unusual slip!”

He spread his palm and pretended to touch it to my forehead.

“Imagine how you felt when you fell asleep. How was it?”

It felt like the world had turned into a blur all the sounds around me had stopped and I was the only one moving among them.

Come to think of it I felt a bit drowsy but I wasn’t that tired. It was a pleasant tiredness.

“To get into ‘the state’ you’ve been through you have to hit a certain sleep intensity just right! That’s the hardest.”

Phantasus set the empty cup on the floor and poured water into it using black magic.

shivering-

The water is half full of the cup.

“If you apply a slip too weakly not only will the black magic not be applied but it will only interfere with your physical condition! On the other hand if the slip is too strong?”

Squeak!

As he poured more the cup overflowed.

“The worst accident of sleeping in the middle of a battle with self-sleep will happen!”

“I guess so.”

The human body is always in a different state.

It goes without saying but the amount of slip applied during the day and at night should be different. The fluctuation for this is to enter the slip.

“First of all memorize the base of this formula!”

Phantasus opened the magic circle again and said.

“Then at some point you’ll get a sense. Analyze your condition objectively and consider whether to complete the slip strongly or loosely! If you complete the circuit intentionally by spinning it around the slip will be weak! In the opposite case if you take the opposite action That’s it! Do you know how to do it?”

“Yes now I have a sense.”

Simon spread his palms with a confident face.

“Let’s do it right away!”

* * *

For the rest of the time Simon went into special training.

It took a lot of time just to memorize the magic circle and interpret it as one’s own and it was only after a lot of trial and error that I was able to adjust the strength of the slip and put it on myself.

However it was as Phantasus said. If he walked too weakly he only lost his concentration and if he walked too strongly he collapsed and fell asleep. I was afraid that if I tried ten times I would go into a dream only once.

Although Simon asked for hints or tips from Pantasus.

-Good job!

That answer came back.

A genius is also a genius. Although he had excellent abilities he was not the right person to teach others.

‘Still I can sharpen my senses with experience. that’s enough!’

Except for mealtimes Simon would constantly beat his forehead with his palm and fall into a dream.

The gray-haired old man said sitting on a log chair by the campfire and watching Simon fall asleep after patting his forehead with a serious expression.

-Heh heh he didn’t go crazy at a young age why is that friend acting like that?

The gentleman in a bowler hat replied quietly.

-It’s not even a day or two that a necromancer is crazy so you’re saying that.

Repeatedly going to sleep and then not sleeping my sense of time collapsed and my condition only worsened.

However Simon who was stuck in a new slip burned his tenacity to somehow make it his own until he broke up with Phantasus.

evening again.

“….”

Simon was staring blankly at the palm of his hand in the tent.

“Let’s try it one more time and go to sleep.”

I think I became addicted to training. The moment Simon thought so put the palm of his hand that spread the magic circle on his forehead.

“!”

The surroundings were dyed with dull colors.

quiet area. But nothing has changed.

Not sleepy not tired. I was in a languid state as if I had just entered a cotton blanket. Simon jumped up.

‘Did you catch it? Did you get caught?’

Simon immediately kicked the floor and left. His feelings were strange as his bodily sensations were barely palpable but he felt his concentration rise.

Simon opened the subspace in this state and took out the skeletons.

‘oh.’

Skeletons popping out as usual.

When Simon ordered ‘Bone Armor’ it clung to his body silently.

‘I can barely feel it.’

When I checked the condition the condition of the armor was messed up. There were sparse holes in it and several parts were falling off and rolling around on the floor.

Because he’s dreaming the details seem to be lacking.

‘I can’t do it like this.’

I heard from Phantasus. This black magic isn’t a skill that requires emphasis on control and detail.

dream.

power to turn it into reality.

The most important thing for this is imagination. Simon slowly stretched out his right arm.

‘I want a sword.’

imagine

Imagination is the power and source that prevails in this world of dreams.

charrrrrrr!

Then the bones that made up the armor formed the shape of a sword in Simon’s hand. I grabbed it and tried swinging it but I wasn’t satisfied.

‘This isn’t it.’

The condition is wrong.

He imagined wanting a sword but in the end he tried to give the sword details without realizing it.

direction must be changed.

Simon walked to a nearby tree.

‘Cut down this tree. Right Now!’

Thinking so Simon lowered his stance and pretended to wield it and the skeleton disintegrated and connected to Simon’s empty hand on its own.

Simon swung it without seeing it complete.

Zeng!

The tree fell down with a cross section. Simon looked at his hand in amazement.

‘This is it!’

A weapon in a form Simon had never thought of was in his hand.

I thought it was a sword but it was in the shape of an elongated ‘do’. However it is much more complete and sharper than that sword from earlier.

Now I know exactly what to do in this world.

Don’t think about means just imagine.

If you do that it will happen.

‘Ugh.’

For a moment my vision blurred and I had a headache. I couldn’t stay in this state for too long.

‘I woke up from my sleep… Huh?’

But in a dream a scene suddenly caught my eye.

The tent was torn in a mess and there was a lot of liquid that was not clear because it was gray but it was supposed to be blood.

is this really a dream?

Or did other thoughts intervene?

While Simon was perplexed a bloody hand protruded from the tent touched the floor and someone crawled out.

It was an expedition member with a familiar face.

‘Let’s get up!’

match!

Simon hurriedly clapped his hands loudly.

A magical trigger was activated and the gray surroundings returned to normal.

It wasn’t a dream either. The red blood all around and the sight of the mercenaries bleeding and shaking their hands were all real.

“are you okay?”

Simon hurried over to it. he said coughing up blood.

“Even run away! My comrades…!”

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