Chapter 1103

Necromancer Academy’S Genius Summoner Chapter 1103

Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Episode 1103

“Is Simon Pollentia, commander of the 7th Corps of Kizen, here?”

Killovanian, the desperate savior, asked a question.

And Mulia did not open her mouth. Because there was no need to respond during battle. Instead, he slowly raised his spirit and analyzed his opponent.

‘Scope of explosion.’

Looking at the ground, there is a clear circle with a radius of a little less than 1 meter centered on where Kilovanian is standing.

Typical barrier or barrier-related technology.

I was able to easily block an attack that I made with great intention. The opponent must be a defense specialist. then.

‘It completely changes the framework of the attack itself.’

She spread her palms wide and started making complicated seals. Kilovanian, who was standing in a white coat, asked calmly, as if he had no intention of interfering.

“Hey can you hear me? You are asking about the savior who will save the world. “Is Simon Pollentia here?”

Clap la la la la!

Mulia, who completed her next attack, roughly held out her palm.

A large green paper-like thing spread out around Kilovanian, blocking his view.

“Because the hospitality is not good.”

While Kylovanian was muttering that, green paper stuck to his body.

Hot! Hot!

Paper came out from all directions, covering Kilovanian’s body. He said, ‘Huh?’ I looked down at my body with that expression.

When Mulia moved her palm, the paper covering Kilovanian’s body suddenly folded in half.

A technology that feels as if three-dimensional existence has been folded into two dimensions. Kilovanian Oh! and let out an exclamation.

“This is amazing.”

As the paper folded, his body naturally shrunk. Mulia, confident of victory, further increased the speed of her black magic, and Kilovanian, who had begun to fold his chest, raised his remaining arm with a calm expression.

Kuuk.

When he lightly clenched his fist, Kilovanian’s body returned to its original state. Mulia’s eyes widened.

‘What just happened?’

“It was true that the necromancers of the Ghost Palace use strange techniques.”

Kilovanian folded his palms together with a loud clicking sound and then created something in his hands. The same paper technique that Mulia had just used began to unfold in his hands.

Contrary to what was just before, the folded paper unfolded, gradually increasing in size. When he put it on the floor and rolled it like a ball, the paper swelled like a snowball and approached Mulia.

‘Reverse my dark magic!’

Mulia quickly opened her palm. A wall of paper spread out in front, folding the approaching ball of paper. That time when things repeatedly fold and unfold.

“I don’t like asking the same question three times, but I’ll ask anyway.”

Kylovanian’s body appeared silently next to Mulia.

“Is Simon Pollentia here?”

“Damn it!”

Boom!

Mulia immediately switched to Matou and threw a kick filled with jet black. Kylovanian, who easily dodged the attack by tilting his head, sneered, and she roared as she began pouring out instantly castable curses from her fingertips.

Burbubububububung!

Kilovanian blocked it by deploying an invisible barrier in front. At that time, Mulia rushed forward and placed her hand on Kilovanian’s barrier.

As if the laws of physics were distorted, Kilovanian’s iron wall-like barrier once again folded in half as if lying, and Mulia jumped through the gap and stretched out her hand.

‘For this type, honest physical attacks are effective immediately!’

Bye!

An awl made of metal protruded from the sleeve of her clothes and hurled it at the speed of a beam of light towards the Kirovanian’s forehead, where the barrier had been removed.

‘done...!’

“There is a saying like this among the things going around these days.”

Kilovanian grinned.

“Ignorance is death.”

Whoa whoa!

“I’ll do my best to hold out for about three days.”

She laughed loudly.

“I don’t think it’s possible to shed your hair right away tomorrow. ...lol.”

“Princess...!”

Everyone reacted by lowering their heads or covering their foreheads.

Simon and Merida watched quietly.

* * *

The Ghost Palace went into emergency mode. Simon and Merida, who unexpectedly took on a mission here, had to spend each day in a hectic manner.

As the state of Tenerife, which was like a barrier suppressing the Ghost Palace itself, fluctuated, problems sometimes occurred in the 4th Legion, such as the emergence of undead out of control in the Ghost Army.

If it weren’t for Simon’s 7th Legion, there would have been a lot of trouble. In addition to entering the palace and clearing out the Red Room, Simon also performed a joint mission with the 4th Corps.

[Thank you for your help.]

The undead dressed as a maid nodded. Simon also smiled.

“We should help each other when we help each other.”

Ancient undead Mako of the 4th Legion.

She was quite powerful.

He used cleaning tools wrapped around a spirit, and the sight of sweeping away all the ghosts with a wet mop used to mop the floor or cleaning up the ghosts with a broom and duster left an impression on Simon’s mind.

The peer wearing bone armor connected to Simon’s body said, ‘Hehehe!’ And he even subtly encouraged me to join.

[If the 4th Corps breaks up this time, come over here! Mako!]

“Bear!”

Simon said something to Peer as if he couldn’t stop him. Mako said that he was grateful for the invitation, but that he would remain in the Ghost Palace.

Anyway, I helped her and returned the ghosts that had escaped Tenerife’s control to the 4th Legion.

In the Ghost Palace, each Ancient Undead and the 4th Legion were responsible for most of the defense of the entire palace, so if they collapsed, the Ghost Palace was bound to be in jeopardy. Once shedding season begins, they will have to do their part to survive.

“While I’m at it, there’s something I want to ask you. “Mako.”

[Yes, Commander of the 7th Corps.]

“Tenerife, you’re not actually sick, are you?”

She tilted her head.

[Why do you think that?]

“Because I thought it was strange that the disease suddenly got worse.”

Simon crossed his arms.

“I think it’s closer to a curse.”

[....]

She closed her eyes and opened them.

[The disease is correct. But everything depends on Tenerife’s mindset.]

“What do you mean...”

“Simon.”

Just then, Merida came over to this room.

she said, waving the compass.

“It’s a return order. “Please gather in the main hall.”

“What’s going on?”

Nod.

Merida nodded.

“An unidentified intruder entered the ghost palace.”

Simon glanced at me and then spoke in a quiet voice.

“I wonder if there was an uproar, Ser...”

“No.”

Not Cernet. So who on earth entered the ghost palace?

“I guess-”

Merida’s voice sank.

“I think this is the worst thing we can think of.”