I Became The Academy Necromancer - Chapter 322



322. He Who Will Be Called Disaster

It’s been about a month.

I was able to spend some meaningful time while in prison. Although every day was similar, I felt like I had rested for the first time in a long time.

I didn’t hate regular life more than I thought, and I didn’t really hate being in a dark place like prison.

It was a time when I thought that I didn’t have the eyes to see souls or the profession of a necromancer for nothing.

But that too is over now.

[Yes, everyone is gathered above.]

Stella slowly comes down from the ceiling. It may seem a bit bizarre, but they were already used to it as spirits.

[The leaders of each country are gathering to discuss what to do with you. In some ways, this is something to be proud of!]

The dark spirit who heard the story next to her clenched her hands and said something strange.

No matter what, I once heard somewhere that you should first become a big person, and that’s exactly what I felt.

“You keep saying useless things since last time. Is that on purpose?”

When I finally couldn’t hold back and asked, the dark spirit shook her fist up and down and shouted.

[Use, these are useless words! I comforted you in my own way!]

“It’s surprising that I thought that was comfortable.”

[I won’t do it anymore!]

“Please.”

[I’m annoyed!]

After finishing a short and simple conversation with the dark spirit, I headed towards the iron cage.

Leaders from various countries gathered in the Griffin Kingdom. They gathered here to decide on my treatment.

There was a good chance that there would be some leaders who were somewhat complacent.

There may be no place as ignorant of warlocks as the Griffin Kingdom, but it is still difficult to imagine that they are powerful enough to destroy the continent.

So this place.

It was a time when I personally taught them.

While working as a professor at the academy, I also learned how to teach students in my own way.

As the old wise men said.

As if experiencing once is a much better learning experience than hearing it a hundred times.

There was a need to make people realize how heavy it is to be a necromancer who carries the souls piled up on the continent.

“You need to go fancy.”

The Dark Spirit and Stella smile brightly at my words. It’s probably because I said something that wasn’t right.

[This is not a word suitable for a necromancer at all, but there have to be days like that.]

[In Greypond, there will be no one who can ignore you.]

“Yes.”

After hearing the two women’s satisfactory answers, I slowly walked towards the outside of the prison.

Wood clatter!

The iron bars distort violently, as if being pushed by a toe, and open the path.

It felt like I was performing a somewhat comical play, and I burst into laughter.

“It’s time to threaten the kingdom.”

I thought that the role of this play would be that of a monster escaping from its cage.

* * *

“…”

King Orpheus’ expression, sitting around a large table with leaders from all over the world, could not be said to be good.

King Ramahool of the Germanic Kingdom, who cannot be said to be on good terms with Griffin, rested his thick chin. The jowls sticking out as if showing off were reminiscent of greed.

“What’s the problem? They say they arrested him, but shouldn’t they just kill him?”

Ramahool was the one who proposed the most extreme option.

Surprisingly, other leaders were somewhat skeptical of his proposal.

The second son, the Duke of Florence, who ended the civil war in the Duchy of Valestan and eventually took the position of leader, opened his mouth cautiously.

Among the people present, he was somewhat of a weak speaker, so he was careful about every word he said.

“This is the man who collected all the souls on the continent. Can we really just execute him and be done with it? “Maybe I can kill the goose that lays the golden eggs with my own hands.”

“Golden egg? “What does he have to give birth to?”

When King Ramahool immediately retorted sharply, the Duke of Florence kept his mouth shut and avoided eye contact.

Although he won the civil war against his brother, he did not seem to have the spirit to fight against a powerful country like the Germanic Kingdom.

He decided the owner of the well by fighting among the frogs.

This civil war in the Principality of Balestan was evaluated at exactly that level.

However, the person who supported the words of the Duke of Florence was an old man with wrinkles that were somewhat disgusting.

“Immortality.”

The old man’s deep, downcast voice contained a spirit that overwhelmed the audience.

The owner of an empire that was once called the most powerful country.

A friend who shared a drink with the military god Hanso.

He was Emperor of the Han Empire, Emperor of the Later Han Empire.

He said, “I was told that once he reached the peak of necromancy, he would be able to cast off his physical body and live in a new body.”

A cool light appeared in the eyes of Emperor Huhan, who had been quiet until now.

Even though the old tiger’s strength was weakened, he did not know how to survive.

“He is a man with such potential. “He can’t be executed carelessly.”

However, there were forces that rebelled against Emperor Huhan of the Han Empire.

“But wouldn’t it be a bit dangerous?”

“That’s right, he is a man who has the power to destroy the continent.”

“If you try to tame a lion for no reason, you could end up getting your hand cut off.”

They were leaders of a country that was a vassal of an empire but can now be considered independent.

King, duke, president, etc.

Those holding various positions were simply opposing it because they did not want to hand over the flow as the old tiger of an empire wanted.

“Huh, what if the continent is destroyed? What will be left for him after that?”

Emperor Huhan Yu clicked his tongue and glanced at them. He was essentially criticizing them for thinking wrong.

“Is that guy some kind of god? “Aren’t they just necromancers, mere humans like us?”

“Giggles! You speak in a very refreshing way. I agree with that. “Isn’t it funny that we’re all gathered together like this and talking to just one necromancer?”

The stories were running parallel. Constructive dialogue could not continue as the conversation continued to be political rather than for the greater good.

In particular, in the case of the Han Empire, they did not think of Deius Verdi as a threatening enemy but as a usable elixir, and the German Kingdom had a strong feeling that they had come because they were gathered from other countries.

There were only a few leaders who seriously considered Deius Verdi a threat.

“What do you think, King Orpheus? “Didn’t you see him from up close?”

A thin man wearing glasses and waxing his hair asked Orpheus.

His name is Nikolai Forman.

He was a man who served as the acting president of the Clark Republic, succeeding the deceased President Magan.

Since the Clark Republic was now no different from Griffin’s ally, the intention was to intentionally give the flow of conversation to Orpheus.

Along with the leaders and their escorts. Everyone’s eyes are focused on King Orpheus.

He wanted to point a finger at those who tried to use Deius or ignore him.

‘I guess that’s something you don’t want to do.’

In the end, the plan Deius had set up could not be ruined, so the moment Orpheus was about to give a false answer.

From noble mtl dot come

[Kyahahahahahahahaha!]

A horrifying scream came from outside the window. This is a very high rise even in the royal palace.

Since it was high enough to see downtown Gray Pond at a glance, it didn’t make sense to hear people’s voices from the window.

Everyone turned their heads at the same time.

The first to react was Coltman, the warlock who followed King Ramahoul of the German Kingdom as his escort.

Coltman was a warlock who was quite famous for his good deeds.

“They are souls!”

The guards are desperate to hear his cries, so they take out weapons to protect their leader.

The number of souls visible outside the window gradually began to increase, and because it was still early evening, the sunset sky suddenly darkened.

“Ha!”

Boom!

When Coltman’s jeweled staff hits the floor of the conference room, the wave of mana that starts from there spreads through the ground and walls of the room, pushing away the souls that try to rush in.

[Woohahaha!]

[What is this!]

Everyone is relieved to see the immediate reaction of the souls. This was because they had confirmed that they could not penetrate Coltman’s barrier.

“I’m not a necromancer either, so I can’t stop you forever.”

He had a perplexed expression, but his mouth showed composition. He was confident that with a spirit like this, he could not do anything about himself and King Ramahool.

“Hmm, may you live forever.”

Rather, King Ramahool rested his chin and began to worry while looking at the soul.

It was because of the thought that what Emperor Yu of the Han Empire said might have unexpected potential.

“It doesn’t seem impossible. “When I see you treating your soul like this.”

[It’s impossible.]

It was not the voice of a living person. However, it was a fascinating voice that made your heart pound.

Before I knew it, the woman standing at the entrance to the conference hall was wearing a black robe.

She was covering her eyes with a translucent light purple cloth, and a cold chill was flowing throughout her body.

It is the soul.

She was so ominous that everyone could not help but think so the moment they saw her.

Also.

‘Did you get through my magic?’

The fact that Coltman’s magic was easily penetrated made the atmosphere heavier in an instant.

“Impossible?”

“Hmm.”

King Ramahool and Emperor Hu Hanyeol spoke at the same time. Even though an unidentified woman suddenly appeared, they were seeing greater possibilities.

“Why is it impossible? “Aren’t you acting like you’re alive right now?”

“Yes, this old man is curious too.”

In response to the two’s questions, the dark spirit slowly walked forward.

The guards shrugged their shoulders and tensed, but her eyes never reached them.

[Because he won’t wait and see.]

“Huh?”

“You mean Deius Verdi.”

Emperor Huhanyeol was quick to respond, but the dark spirit master did not bother to reply.

She just looked at them in silence and explained why she came here.

[Watch carefully. How does today end? How heavy are the steps of the greatest necromancer on the continent.]

A quick smile.

For a moment, it was a smile that gave some people goosebumps.

[With a human body, the sincerity of someone who would be called a disaster.]

The place her eyes landed on was outside the window.

It was a pillar of souls rising up from the palace.

It was as if a dam had burst, countless souls were pouring out and covering the sky of Gray Pond.

Coltman looked at her back looking out the window and slowly raised her wand.

‘No matter what, I was too careless.’

Even if you are already dead, this person is a warlock. In fact, it was safe to say that it was a natural enemy relationship.

Coltman made eye contact with the other guards and immediately moved at the same time.

The moment the magic erupted from the tip of his staff and flew towards the dark spirit.

Pachiing!

Coltman’s eyes widen the moment he sees the protective magic surrounding her.

Even if he pours out all the mana he has.

Even if I cough up blood and struggle somehow.

It can’t break through.

Never.

With that confidence.

Coltman’s body, which was hit by his own magic, that bounced off the protection magic, flew up and hit the ceiling, and he fell and fainted.

Others also faced similar results.

[I won’t kill you.]

The dark spirit is still.

[Because he won’t like it.]

He said without even looking back.

[Isn’t it merciful?]

There was a faint smile in his voice