I Became The Academy Necromancer - Chapter 328



328. Guardian of the Academy

Kwaang!

Owen continued to pound the keys, listening to the noise of the fierce battle erupting below.

Small piano.

It was an item of such low quality that it was impossible to compare it to what was used in the royal palace.

Owen knew that now she was playing more cheerfully than ever.

She was feeling alive.

The performance that resonates from the small piano reaches not only the battlefield but also the academy, spreading throughout the city.

This originated from the abilities of a boy named Owen Baltany.

His playing has the power to attract the dead and monsters.

Souls suddenly gathered around.

Most of them were souls with Deius.

“Please.”

And according to Owen’s wishes, they were spreading the boy’s performance widely through the mana contained in their souls.

The sound is amplified.

The piano is old and small, so the keys don’t work properly. The creaking sound of the pedal is also annoying.

The boy felt that he was now playing with everyone, not alone.

Beyond the keyboard.

I turn my eyes towards Lovern Academy.

The main building soars high.

‘Will my playing reach?’

Starting from Deius Verdi, the spiritual master and teacher, to the dark spirit priest and Stella who taught him.

Owen wanted to tell the three people.

She is evidence of her chosen path, enlightenment, and growth.

That’s why.

Owen continues to play to the souls she has summoned.

I wanted to let you know.

Even if it was a little early, I wanted to answer with confidence.

Even if you leave.

I will comfort the souls of this land.

The boy taps the keyboard more and more passionately and becomes immersed in the performance.

By communicating with the souls who come to him, he becomes more aware of what he can do.

Owen Baltani secretly burst out laughing.

It’s okay if she can’t use necromancers.

It doesn’t matter if you can’t carry a huge feat.

The location of Memorial Temple.

It is a place to comfort the souls of the dead.

As Owen continued to play, she felt like she had found her place.

This is.

It was the true debut stage of a boy who would later be called the second generation memorial service.

The boy made a sincere request to the approaching spirits.

“Please help.”

Please.

“So that my melody can reach him.”

* * *

I wondered what kind of situation this was.

If I were to put it simply, it would be the perfect feeling of being a toy in a child’s doll game.

“I’m being pushed! “Push!”

“Shit! What on earth!”

“Hold your formation! Don’t be pushed away!”

Even though there are soldiers who can be called elite even on the continent, they cannot get past the two girls.

It was so bizarre and unrealistic that it made you think it was someone’s impromptu prank.

“…”

Aria Rias, the black-haired girl who had been shouting a little flippantly earlier, was acting as if she had become a completely different person.

The mouth that had been clinking and shouting was closed tightly, as if the heat that was like fear had passed over to the tip of the sword.

The girl’s sword was flashy and passionate, appealing to her presence.

“It’s beautiful.”

Zhou Orong, a woman wearing a white uniform leading the warriors of the Han Empire, spoke with her sighs.

As a warrior, seeing the girl’s swordsmanship was deeply moving.

It’s a pity that I have to defeat that girl.

“How was it possible to achieve such a level at such a young age?”

You cannot reach that level simply with talent. How many tragedies and efforts did a girl named Aria Rias make to overcome them.

It was difficult to even estimate Zhuo Long.

“Are you going to be so relaxed?”

At the question of the warlock Coltman next to her, Zhu Orong frowned.

I felt like I was interrupted in the middle of watching a play that could be called a masterpiece, but it wasn’t wrong.

“Half of the ironclads of the Principality of Balestan have already been blown away. “Is it really okay to be blocked by those girls like this?”

If Zhuo Long was looking at Aria Rias, Coltman was beyond that. There was a girl holding her wand, her body hidden behind her mask and hood her.

“That girl is casting a magic spell behind her, making it difficult to deal with. I think it would be better to aim for that first.”

It was just as Coltman said.

Eleanor’s magic was not directly damaging the army, but she was giving wings to Aria’s movements of hers.

It was said that the girls who were growling at each other were surprisingly working well together in battle.

“I will go.”

In the end, it was Serhul Zerman, the third prince leading the desert warriors.

She has yet to encounter any of the necromancer’s spirits, nor has she even made it past the entrance to her academy.

But it was difficult for time to drag on like this.

Serhul and the desert warriors attach a wire with a hook at the end to the exterior wall of a nearby building.

They quickly climbed the wall like assassins, reached the rooftop, and then began jumping over other buildings like stepping stones.

He carefully passed the battle between the iron armor and Arya Rias and rushed towards the wizard swinging his staff from behind.

“Gotcha!”

Serhul and the desert warriors jumped from the roof of the building. His fierce, shining sword was pulled out and swung towards the wizard

Cheaeng!

The wizard swung his staff as if he had been waiting and struck back at Ser Hul.

‘I’m not very strong. The posture is also sloppy. But there is something about the wand.’

Just by looking at it, I knew it wasn’t an ordinary staff, but it seemed to have magic that was automatically activated when entering close combat.

But there are many here.

The moment when the desert warriors were about to rush at her.

Serhul felt a faint yet familiar scent. A woman’s scent that puts her mind at ease and makes her heart pound.

‘No way?’

She almost led the kingdom of Germany to destruction, but Ser Hul’s feelings for her have been sincere.

The memories of her her her her heartache her as I think of her for several nights are still vivid.

She is wearing a robe and a mask. When I compared her with Eleanor, I noticed that she had a similar body shape.

“Huh, Princess Eleanor?”

As Serhul cautiously called, the body of the wizard who was holding his staff his together trembled.

And I was convinced.

“Oh, what if you do this here!”

She is Eleanor Luden Griffin.

The desert warriors are already rushing in.

Serhul quickly pulled Eleanor, whose body stiffened for a moment because of her question and answer her, and saved her from danger.

“Prince?”

“Why suddenly?”

As the panicked desert warriors turned to look at her, Ser Hul swallowed her saliva and tried to come up with an excuse.

“Eight!”

Princess Eleanor hurriedly waved her wand and pushed Ser Hul away.

“It’s not!”

“Change your voice at least! That’s right! What are you doing here now… !”

Serhul’s voice could not continue. Because Aria Rias, who was dealing with the iron armor, leaped towards this direction.

“Wow, prince!”

“Stop it!”

The desert warriors urgently gathered together to block the incoming Aria, but they had no choice but to be pushed back with just one swing of the sword by the former warrior.

Aria immediately tried to swing her sword at Serhul to save Eleanor.

“Wait a minute!”

Eleanor blocks Aria’s sword.

“Are you okay. “Just let this person go.”

“What?”

Aria looked at Serhul in confusion for a moment at Eleanoa’s unexpected words in her. The corners of her mouth her her her her turn up beneath the mask her her her.

“Good. I love it. Agree! Huge approval!”

“… “What are you thinking?”

“Are you going to tell the professor that you have a girlfriend?”

“Stop talking nonsense! “I’m asking you to save me because he saved me once!”

Aria continued to grin in response to Eleanor, who shouted angrily.

“Please specify the route to defeat Eleanor.”

“Just you, you big b*tch! Oh, I don’t know! Just kill me!”

Eleanor tried to swing her staff at Ser Hul, but Arya rushed at her and put her hand around her side and dragged her away.

“That’s enough. Now is the perfect time to run away. Let’s not be so dangerous and get out now.”

“Ahh! It’s not true! “If you tell Deius, you’ll really be left behind!”

Serhul, who watched in a daze as Aria and Eleanor bickered and disappeared into the darkness of the street, realized that he had learned a secret that he must never reveal out loud.

‘Well, whatever.’

Sensing the failure of his first love, Ser Hul sees a wide open path.

Now the disruptor is gone.

The tip of his curved sword pointed towards the academy, and the army began to advance again accordingly.

It would be quite a headache to think about the fact that they were defeated by only one person, but in any case, since it was a very large army, they were still strong.

The extent to which time has been dragged on.

Although they have lost the shield of the Ironclads of the Principality of Balestan, the Griffin Magic Judges still remain.

Enter the inside of the academy led by Tyrun and the Magic Judges.

“This…”

From noble mtl dot come

“You’re crazy.”

The souls you see only when you come inside.

The sight of souls covering the sky and using the Academy as their playground was like the afterlife returning to this earth.

“Keep running forward!”

A purple curtain covered over the head.

A magic that blocks the interference of souls created by Coltman, the warlock of the German Kingdom.

Since there are so many souls, it actually won’t be of much help, but it’s still better than nothing.

‘It feels as if I have invaded the land of the dead while still alive.’

Tyrun expressed his displeasure and ran inside.

“Judge, isn’t something strange?”

“That’s right, spirits won’t stop you.”

As other judges around me said.

The spirits just looked down at them or walked past them and did not offer any resistance.

What does it mean?

What is the intention?

I thought about this and that.

It didn’t take long to find out why.

They didn’t want to get caught up.

Coolness quickly turns into chills.

The temperature suddenly dropped like an uninvited guest, giving the illusion of being in a snowy mountain.

The thing at the center is.

A woman sitting on the stairs at the entrance to the main building of the academy.

With a huge halberd named Baekseol draped over her shoulder, her face shows extreme irritation.

Tyrn also knows her.

Deius Verdi’s maid, Findeneye.

A woman who is a member of the Clark Republic Resistance and competes with Gloria, the head of the Knights of the Guard.

But what he doesn’t know is.

“Huh.”

Now, in order to protect a man, she has gone beyond humans and become a guardian deity.

The tiger’s tail stretched out behind Findeneye’s her back her her her her. A strong chill was swirling around her, making it seem as if a snowy mountain had spread out around her.

I wonder why.

“You fucking b*stards.”

She was angrier than she had ever been.