Chapter 366

Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Chapter 366

[So are you my creator?]

historical moment.

Looking at the undead he created Simon felt an indescribable feeling.

are talking

It is moving.

With a crystal-covered skeleton and a plain skull face the lich moved around twisting his bony legs and tumbling through the hairless empty air.

[By the way is the creator still young? funny. How old are you?]

“...?”

Is this lich a female undead?

Richie untied his legs and stood up.

pounding- pounding-

The life vessel beats like a drum. It draws in the mana around her and turns it into jet black supplying it to the whole body and magic circle.

An undead that maintains its vitality on its own even if Simon doesn’t connect to his thoughts or grants jet black.

‘I made this!’

I’m so excited I can’t calm down.

It’s the first time I’ve felt such a feeling of ‘awe’ since learning Summoning.

If there weren’t only ancient undead around I wouldn’t have shouted out of excitement.

Then Richie who came closer raised Simon’s chin with his bony fingers.

[It’s cute but it’s a bit younger. Not my taste. It’s beyond the defensive range.]

“...?”

I was still but I was kicked by the creature I made.

At that time Elizabeth who was crossing her arms with a disapproving expression spoke annoyedly.

[Where do you dare to see such a young crab! Take your hands off the body of our corps commander!]

Richie’s head turned.

[what? what about that spider? Why is the spider wearing a human school uniform? It’s so funny.]

Elizabeth had a hard callus on her forehead. Archemus grabbed her by the shoulder and told her to calm down but Elizabeth yelled.

[How dare a newly created undead deal with the ancient undead! Do you want to be destroyed as soon as it is created?]

[It’s a strange sister. Even among the undead is there a ranking in the order of death?]

“Stop stop.”

Simon clapped his hands and refreshed the atmosphere.

“My name is Simon Pollentia. I made you. What should I call you?”

In fact saying that Simon secretly wanted to name himself.

[Hersheba.]

Richie said placing a hand on his breastbone.

[My name is Hersheba.]

Maybe it was because he used an expensive heart but he was a rich with a very strong identity.

“Do you have any memories of your life?”

[of course!]

Hersheba crossed her arms and smiled. No she smiled thought only Simon. Unlike Peer that skull doesn’t change its expression.

[But you’re undead now right? Now it just feels so good! I am reborn! Feeling liberated from the heavy body! Are you feeling good?]

She sang the song ‘La La La’ and started dancing round and round in place.

The Ancient Undead stepped aside and Simon scratched his head.

[Hey Simon!]

Prince looked at Simon with a hardened expression.

[Are you sure you made it right? Somehow a lich with a missing screw was created!]

“Boo I must have made it right.”

Had Hersheba been a ballerina in the past? The skeleton which danced elegantly tapped the wall with its finger.

[huh?]

When there was no change he tapped the wall again and began poking it vigorously with his fingers several times.

[what! what!]

she exclaimed in bewilderment.

[Where did my skills go! Why isn’t it written?]

“Ah a lich is a system where magic is manifested with a staff. I’ll connect you to the staff soon.”

[Surprised! Please do it quickly!]

Simon pulled out the last ingredient.

A long box with a luxurious look. The moment I opened the case the autonomous walking stick ‘Arel Delu’ flew up with a ‘giggling’ sound.

“Please hold me.”

Fearing that he would annoy him by shooting again he asked Pier to hold on to Aredellu.

Caught in Pier’s hands Aredellu became calm like a lie.

‘good. Even the best staff I have.’

Simon drew the last magic circle.

* * *

‘This is Hersheba’s...!’

I’ve heard of it from Benya.

The reason Hersheba’s heart was unusually expensive was because she was an ‘object that uses supernatural powers’ in the dungeon. And it was a very special case that the measures were taken well after death and the skull and heart were manifested while making use of that ability.

Benya predicted two outcomes.

Either consume jet black to become a lich that uses ordinary black magic.

‘...Or become a lich who uses supernatural powers in pitch black.’

His whole body trembled with trepidation.

Simon quickly checked his body condition. His surroundings are turning to gold but his own pitch-darkness is not consumed.

When he turned his head the jet black was being consumed from the lich’s life vessel.

‘also!!’

My head spins and several hypotheses are built.

It is said that when a superpower user becomes a necromancer he consumes jet black to use his superpower.

Serene Lorraine and Nephthys did the same.

However the summoner used his superpower just now but the darkness of the Lich’s Life Vessel was consumed instead of Simon’s.

‘Amazing Great.’

Only the mind went to the staff and it is functioning properly as a lich.

‘Wouldn’t this be better?’

The Lich’s biggest weakness is that when the Life Vessel is destroyed it consumes enormous amounts of power and finances.

So the summoners took out the lich only at the crucial moment or used it after wrapping themselves in defensive black magic. The attack power was reduced by that much but I endured it.

But what if the lich’s chronic weakness disappears? A smile crept across Simon’s lips.

[Ugh! screwed up! I’m leaving!]

Either that or not Hersheba herself who became a staff was in despair. She was about to fly into her air.

“Now hold on!”

Simon jumped up and grabbed the staff. Hersheba soared into the air still weeping.

‘Wow!’

Simon held the staff with both hands.

Hersheba who passed through the ceiling where the moonlight descended and escaped the Ruins of Fear in an instant climbed endlessly.

‘High!’

Looking down I was terrified. Simon hurriedly tapped the body of his wand and said.

“Calm down! Hersheba!”

[Do I look real? How can my pretty body...!!]

The skull wasn’t that pretty either.

The moment you think like that pat. And the pitch-black light went out on his staff.

‘Oops!’

The jet-black supply was cut off because it was too far away from the main body Rich.

Simon and Hersheba’s bodies tilted greatly and they fell by gravity.

[Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!]

Simon closed his eyes and turned his back holding his staff in his arms.

You can feel scratches and bumps on trees everywhere. Simon drew jet black all over his body to protect his back.

thud-!

A large cloud of dust rose from where Simon and Hersheba crashed.

“Ugh.”

Simon raised his body squinting one eye. Hersheba was shocked and was silent for a moment.

Now that I see it since Aredellu is the base I can see that the staff has eyes and a mouth.

‘Where is this again?’

The Forbidden Forest is bigger and wider than you think. And it was dangerous to make such a loud noise as just now.

There is a possibility of encountering the sentinels who were patrolling and above all.

– Krrrr.

-Kreur.

There are many monsters in the Forbidden Forest.

The werewolves who heard the commotion gathered from all over the place.

[Hee! Nee wolf!]

Hersheba jumped up and came into Simon’s arms.

Simon stroked her body as if telling her to calm down.

“Don’t worry Hersheba.”

[What what are you doing? Run away quickly!]

The moment he held Hersheba in his hands Simon was filled with a strange sense of exaltation. More than anything else jet black flowed from Hersheba again.

‘It’s because the distance to the main body is getting closer again.’

Simon calmly took Hersheba with one hand and raised it like a sword. The werewolves lowered their posture as if they were wary.

“Hersheba from now on you will fight with your own strength.”

[What what?]

Simon grinned.

“Please explain in detail about your superpowers.”