I Became The Academy Necromancer chapter 218

218. Awake, come

[Such a god, we don’t need it.]

Stella’s resolute declaration resounds.

Anyone can say something that denies God. When life goes in an unexpected direction, everyone often seeks God and blames God.

However, the saintess’ words were of extraordinary weight.

Is that the same for Mule?

“Four years… ….”

Stella’s declaration seemed quite provocative.

Mule’s beautiful face is distorted with wrath, and he glares at Stella as if he would destroy it at any moment.

When I stretched out my hand full of emotion, tentacles broke through the floor and rose up.

A number that makes you wonder how many tentacles are underground.

But Stella wasn’t the only one here.

Kwaduk!

Rough pressure crushes the tentacles from the sky. Tentacles stretched out on the floor, spurting green blood here and there.

The one stepping on it is definitely the bailiff at the execution site.

“As expected, this place is more suitable for execution than forum.”

A golden robe resembling an armor, and a staff in the shape of a spear slung over the shoulder.

Sorcerer Judge Tyrn All Velocus jumped from the VIP seat and joined us here.

[Tyrne.]

“It’s been a while, Saint Stella. She never thought she would be with Deius.”

Tyrin also knows Stella, so she bows her head and holds her staff with both hands.

“I only know magic, but what he’s dealing with right now…… Is the divine power correct?”

[Yes.]

“No.”

Tyre asked again, tilting her head.

“Deius used the Holy Grail and used her divine power, and the saintess was chosen by the gods. He calls himself a god.”

Realizing what question Tyreen might ask, Stella smiles and waits for her words.

“Is that guy really a god?”

[Yes.]

“… ….”

[But remember, keep in mind.]

“Yes?”

[We are human.]

A resolute Stella’s declaration.

It contained the same tenacity as my belief that the boundary between life and death must be kept.

[I have served God for the sake of humans and for you.]

After hearing that, Tyreon looked at Stella as if he realized something about her.

“…… Ha, how does he teach even after death?”

Let the light from her staff dispel the shadows from Tyreon’s face.

With her hearty laugh, Tyrin slams the tip of her wand down on her floor.

Kooung!

“You are indeed right! I have been longing for your good deeds, not for the radiance of God.”

As soon as he, the chief sorcerer judge, stands in this place, of course the sorcery judges who follow him rush in and surround Mule.

You can’t even reach the tentacles with normal weapons, but all of them are the kingdom’s most powerful.

The golden robe he was wearing was surrounded by protective magic that was so complex that it created haze around it, and the staff was also a weapon capable of dealing with both melee and long distances.

A tongue-lashing amount jumps out just by looking at the equipment they are wearing.

Of course, Mule’s tentacles were bursting helplessly in front of the sorcerer judges.

At first glance, with the appearance of the sorcerers, you might think that things went to your advantage in an instant.

I clicked my tongue as I watched the tentacles that kept pouring out.

“It’s dangerous.”

Even as the judges are gradually surrounding Mule and arranging her tentacles, tentacles are constantly squirting out from the floor.

Not just in the discussion hall, but also in the audience, or a situation where Mule followers are turning into tentacles.

If it was coming out of Mule’s body, I wouldn’t mind ignoring it. But I had already seen something similar to this scene rising from underground through the ground.

“It has the same atmosphere as the 4th floor of The Nightmare.”

A stench flows through the hole in the floor created by the tentacles. The thick air and stench made it difficult to breathe.

“Down.”

Just below.

The main body of Romuleus, who swallowed the entire Dream Demon, was buried underneath.

Considering its size, you can swallow at least half of the forum in one bite.

“I need to get out of here.”

Lucia, along with Stella, is focusing on suppressing the Mule’s divine power, while Rock Pelican is working magic for the people in the audience.

I headed for such a Rock Pelican.

“The Archmage.”

“Deius! Congrats on winning the debate!”

A joke that tries to lighten the mood even though you know that’s not the case.

I continued with a wry smile.

“Is there a way to move all the people in the forum outside?”

I asked just in case, but as soon as I heard it, the Rock Pelican’s forehead wrinkled.

“All? Including the audience?”

“Yes, everything.”

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“…… If you use wind magic, it will be possible. But there must be many wounded and dead. We also need a lot of mana, so our disciples will have to contribute.”

“I see.”

“Besides, there might be people missing out. No, but why? Everyone is already evacuating.”

I shook my head when Mule told me not to worry because they would stop it.

“It’s late. If we stay like this, we will all die.”

“…… What?!”

It’s a situation where it’s confusing right now, but as time passes, it looks like this side will solidify their victory.

Actually, that’s not the case.

The fact that the self-respecting Mule doesn’t violently resist the saints and sorcerers means that he already has a dark heart.

I was the only one who experienced and realized that.

“I don’t have time to explain. If Rock Pelican can’t do it, I’ll do it.”

“…… Are you saying you can take all the people inside here outside?”

“I don’t do anything.”

But.

“I just want help.”

There were people willing to lend a hand to solve this situation. Quite a lot of mana is consumed, and that is only my skill.

I was confident.

“A microphone.”

Because I am a memorial service for Griffin Kingdom.

* * *

Taang!

Deia’s shotgun that emits harsh gunshots. Fortunately, with a rare item airlifted from the Republic of Clark, I was able to hit the tentacles.

Clap.

Taang!

“Quickly! Run this way!”

Standing by the exit of the second-floor auditorium, she was shooting tentacles at people.

Although it is difficult to aim precisely, since the number of tentacles is so large, it is an effective weapon if you shoot at a group.

One flaw is that it fires bullets through Deia’s mana.

Thanks to Deia, Mana was slowly heading towards the bottom of her body.

‘Damn it, how much does it stick out?’

I think I shot down fifty of them, but this guy’s tentacles keep popping out without stopping.

Furthermore, if the tentacles wrapped around a person, that person also became a tentacle and attacked the people around them, so escape was inevitable.

“Deia! Doesn’t something smell strange!?”

If Deia is firing a shotgun at the entrance for cover and protection.

On the other hand, Darius drew his sword and slashed the tentacles.

As the eldest son of the Verdi family, the family’s treasured sword was playing a role.

“Smell?”

Frowning her brow, Deia sniffed and sniffed, and a stench was really coming up from the floor.

“What the hell is going on?”

I know the man named Mule is the problem. Seeing him holding out against the magic judges alone, you can feel a strange sense of composure.

Deia was uneasy about that.

“What is he doing, he is not running away.”

Why are you stuck on the subject of being a necromancer and not dealing with souls separately?

To see the archmage and his disciples gathered behind him even though he was dissatisfied with Deius.

I was looking forward to what else to do.

As if the preparations were finished, Deius slowly held the thing in his hand.

“A microphone?”

Deuus calmly opens his mouth in front of the microphone used during the discussion.

-A great nation that lives on the back of a divine beast called Griffin.

“Ooh!”

Various volume that pierces the ears. A call that awakens the spirit of the confused Greypond.

The birds are startled by how loud they are and fly away, and the people who evacuate frown and cover their ears with both hands.

But Deus didn’t stop talking.

– Those who still love this land and have no regrets.

A voice that spreads vastly across the sky.

“No way?”

But the moment Deia heard him, he knew what he meant.

The voice travels through the sky and spreads all over Greypond.

He was talking to the earth, not the sky.

* * *

-Now, Gray Pond is in an unprecedented crisis.

The voice resounding from the discussion hall reached Erika Bright, who was guarding the castle wall.

Every time I said a word, I felt like my body was shaking because of the volume.

A small smile was drawn on her lips.

“What is the situation?”

“Isn’t that the voice of the memorial service commander?”

“Muh, are you trying to use some kind of magic!”

The soldiers helping Erica to the top of the castle wall are full of anticipation.

It was funny to expect his magic as a warlock, but the situation was just as desperate.

Because outside the golden curtain surrounding the castle walls, well, thousands of tentacles were wriggling and waiting for the magic to disappear.

Even though she thought it was terrible what would have happened to her if Erica hadn’t dealt with the spirit king’s magic right away.

And when time passes and the magic wears off, they will start their invasion again.

In this situation, the sudden voice of the memorial service came to them like sweet rain.

“Magic.”

Erica remembers Dayus while holding her magic with her arms crossed.

-A fallen god is invading this land.

His magic is necromantic.

But he doesn’t carelessly handle the soul.

– You were born, you lived energetically…….

It was Erica who started to anticipate what he would do.

Precisely, he seemed to know who Deius was calling.

– This land finally died. I need your help.

* * *

“I’m calling the dead.”

Lucanes, who was heading outside with Arya, Findenai, and Owen, explained calmly.

What Deus is calling now are the dead who have died in this land.

– Who is the owner of this land?

“Since I lost Remegeton, I guess I can’t wake it up like I used to.”

“It doesn’t matter if it exists or not.”

Fideneye, who doesn’t like Luanes’ cold-hearted analysis of Deius’ actions, scolds him.

Deus’ voice still resonates unwaveringly despite the fight between the two.

-Does he really intend to give his hometown to a god who doesn’t know where he came from?

Awakening and stimulating the souls, his voice gave listeners a strange feeling of uplift.

– How long will you be asleep?

“Is this Deus Verdi’s necromantic technique?”

“Ha, the sky… ….”

– For those who put flowers in front of your grave.

The same necromancer, Luanes, and Owen, who have a better spiritual sense than others, react first.

-For those who wet the tombstone with tears.

Findanei and Arya couldn’t see anything.

Loanes and Owen watched the feast of spirits covering the sky.

So many people died.

In a landscape where such impressions are inevitable.

-For those who stepped forward without forgetting sadness even in busy daily life.

Deius Verdi’s voice kept calling them.

– Awake, come to me.

To give them a chance.

– Let’s protect it together.