I Became The Academy Necromancer

Chapter 218: Awaken And Come To Me

Stella’s firm declaration resounded throughout the hall.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Anyone could speak words that denied the existence of a god. Anyone could turn to God and blame Them when life took an unexpected turn.

However, the words of a Saintess carried a different weight.

It looked like Mul felt that as well.

“You wretch…”

It seemed like Stella’s declaration had provoked him greatly.

Mul’s fair face twisted with rage as he glared at Stella, as if he would obliterate her on the spot.

Filled with such emotion, he stretched out his hand and tentacles burst forth from the ground, breaking it apart.

The number of tentacles were so great, that it made one wonder just how many lay beneath the ground.

Crush!

A rough force trampled the tentacles from above. Green blood spurted out all over as the tentacles writhed on the ground.

Standing upon them was none other than the executioner of the execution ground.

“Indeed, this place is more suited to be an execution ground rather than a debate hall.”

Clad in a golden robe that resembled armor, with a spear-shaped staff slung over his shoulder, the Mage Tribunal Judge, Tyren Ol Velocus, had leaped down from the VIP seats to join the fray.

[Tyren.]

“It’s been a while, Saintess Stella. I didn’t expect you to be with Deus.”

Tyren, who also knew Stella, bowed his head and gripped his staff with both hands.

“I only know magic. So, what that bastard’s handling right now… is it really Holy Power?”

[It is.]

“Hmph.”

Tyren tilted his head and asked again.

“Deus used the Holy Grail to wield Holy Power, and you were chosen by God. And that bastard claims to be a god…”

Anticipating what Tyren was about to ask, Stella smiled softly and waited.

“Is that bastard truly a god?”

[He is.]

“…”

[But Tyren, keep this in mind.]

“Pardon?”

[We are humans.]

Stella declared firmly.

It contained the same persistent commitment as my conviction about the need to maintain the boundary between the living and the dead.

[I served God for the sake of humans. It was for all of you.]

Hearing those words, Tyren looked at Stella as if he had just realized something.

“…Sigh, you continue to teach us even after death.”

The light emanating from Tyren’s staff dispelled the shadows on his face.

With an energetic laugh, Tyren struck the end of his staff to the ground.

Thump!

“You are absolutely right! What I admired was your deeds, not the radiance of God.”

As the Presiding Mage Tribunal Judge stood there, the Mage Tribunal Judges who followed him naturally flocked to surround Mul.

Ordinary weapons could not even touch the tentacles, but they were a part of the kingdom’s strongest force.

The golden robes they wore were surrounded by such a complex protective spell, that even the air around it shimmered, and their staff was a formidable weapon capable of both close and long-range combat.

And the equipment they carried alone would fetch a staggering price.

Naturally, Mul’s tentacles burst helplessly against the Mage Tribunal Judges.

At a glance, it may have seemed like the situation was swiftly turning in our favor with the arrival of the Mage Tribunal Judges.

However, I simply clicked my tongue as I watched the tentacles pour out continuously.

“It’s dangerous.”

Even as the Judges gradually surrounded Mul as they dealt with the tentacles, they kept pouring out tirelessly from the ground.

And it wasn’t just from the debate hall, but from the spectator seats as well, and even Mul’s devotees were turning into tentacles.

We could have simply ignored them if they were simply coming from Mul’s body. However, seeing the tentacle breaking through the ground below, I recalled having seen something similar to this.

“It is like the situation on the fourth floor of the Dream Demon Manor.”

A stench seeped through the holes created by the tentacles in the ground. The odor was so thick and foul, that it was hard to breathe.

“It is coming from below, huh?”

Directly underneath.

The main body of Romuleus, which had devoured the entire Dream Demon Manor, was hidden below.

Considering his size, he could swallow at least half of the debate hall in one gulp.

“We need to get out of here.”

Lucia focused on suppressing Mul’s holy power with the assistance of Stella, while Ropelican cast spells for the people in the audience.

I then headed towards Ropelican.

“Archmage.”

“Deus! Congratulations on winning the debate!”

Even though he knew it wasn’t the right time, he still cracked a joke to lighten the mood.

I smiled bitterly and continued speaking.

“Is there a way to move everyone from the debate hall outside?”

I asked on the off chance, but a frown immediately formed on Ropelican’s face.

“Everyone? Including the audience?”

“Yes, everyone.”

“…It might be possible with wind magic. However, there would be too many injuries and fatalities. It would also require a considerable amount of mana, and my apprentices would have to assist me.”

“I see.”

“And there are chances that some people might be left behind. But why? Everyone is already evacuating.”

I shook my head at his words, saying they would handle Mul, so there was no need to worry.

“It is already too late. Everyone will die if we stay here.”

“…What?!”

At the moment, it might seem like we were solidifying our advantage despite the confusion, but that was not the case in reality.

The fact that a prideful being like Mul wasn’t actively resisting the Saintesses and the Mage Tribunal Judges already indicated that he had a sinister plan.

I was the only one who had experienced and realized this.

“There is no time to explain. If you cannot do it, I will handle it.”

“…Are you saying that you can move everyone from here all by yourself?”

“I am not the one who will do it.”

However…

“I will just ask for help.”

There were people who would be willing to lend a hand to resolve this situation. And although it would consume a significant amount of mana, it was completely dependent on my skill.

However, I was confident.

“Microphone, please.”

Because I was the Soul Whisperer of the Griffin Kingdom.

***Bang!

Deia’s shotgun discharged out a brutal explosive sound. It was a precious item imported from the Clark Republic, and fortunately, it was able to deal damage to the tentacles.

Click.

Bang!

“Quickly! Run this way!”

Standing next to the exit of the second-floor, Deia was shooting at the tentacles charging at people.

Though it was difficult to aim precisely due to the sheer number of tentacles, it was an effective weapon when fired at clustered groups.

The only drawback was that it had to consume Deia’s mana to fire bullets.

As a result, Deia’s mana was gradually depleting.

Damn it, just how many of these things are there?

She must have shot down at least fifty of them, but the darn tentacles kept pouring in without stopping.

Moreover, if a tentacle captured a person, that person would turn into a tentacle and attack the people around them, making it more difficult to escape.

“Deia! Don’t you smell something strange?!”

While Deia was providing cover fire with her shotgun at the entrance, Darius, on the other side, was cutting down the tentacles with his sword.

The Verdi Household’s treasured sword he wielded as the eldest son proved to be very effective.

“Smell?”

After sniffing with a frown, Deia indeed noticed that a foul stench was wafting from the ground.

“What the hell is happening?”

She was aware the man named Mul was the problem. But seeing him strangely composed as he was holding out against the Mage Tribunal Judges by himself made Deia feel uneasy.

“What the hell is he doing? Why is he not running away?”

And why was a Necromancer who didn’t even control souls in that position?

Even though she was dissatisfied with Deus, seeing the Archmage and his apprentices gathering behind him, she couldn’t help but feel some anticipation about what they would do next.

Once they seemed ready, Deus slowly raised the object in his hand.

“A microphone?”

Standing in front of the microphone he had used during the debate, Deus began speaking calmly.

- O great people who live on the back of the divine beast, the griffin.

“Jeeezzz!”

The loud, ear-piercing call that snapped Graypond, which was in a mess, back to attention.

The voice was loud enough to even make the birds fly away in surprise, and the people who were evacuating frowned deeply and covered their ears with both hands.

However, Deus did not stop speaking.

- Those who still have some lingering affection for this land.

His voice resonated into the sky.

“Could it be?”

However, the moment Deia heard his words, she understood his intention.

Although the voice spread across Graypond, he was speaking to the ground, not the sky.

***- Graypond is now facing an unprecedented crisis.

His voice, echoing from the debate hall, even reached Erica Bright, who was guarding the city walls.

Every word he spoke made her body flinch due to the loud volume.

However, a small smile appeared on her lips.

“W-what’s going on?”

“Isn’t that the voice of the Soul Whisperer?”

“I-is he about to cast some sort of magic?”

The soldiers, who were helping Erica defend the city from atop the walls, were filled with anticipation.

It was ironic to see them looking forward to magic from a Dark Mage, but it showed just how desperate the situation was.

Because beyond the golden barrier surrounding the city walls, thousands of tentacles were writhing, waiting for the magic to disappear.

Erica shuddered, thinking of what might have happened if she didn’t wield the magic of the King of Elemental Spirits.

However, once the magic dissipated with time, those things would resume their invasion.

And in such a situation, the sudden voice of the Soul Whisperer came to them like a long-awaited rain.

“Magic.”

While maintaining the spell with her arms crossed, Erica thought of Deus.

- A fallen god is invading this land.

His magic was Necromancy.

However, he never controlled souls recklessly.

- The land where you were born, lived energetically…

So, Erica could already predict his next move.

To be precise, she seemingly understood who Deus was calling now.

- And eventually died, now needs your help.

***“He’s calling the dead.”

Luaneth, who was escorting Aria, Findenai, and Owen, explained calmly.

Deus was calling the deceased who had died in this land.

- Who is the owner of this land?

“He shouldn’t wake them up recklessly like before since he no longer has Lemegeton.”

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

Displeased with Luaneth’s cold analysis of Deus’s actions, Findenai retorted.

Despite their tense interaction, Deus’s voice continued to resonate without wavering

- Are you really going to let a god who appeared out of nowhere take away your homeland?

His voice, awakening souls while also encouraging them, gave the listener a peculiar sense of stimulation.

- How long will you remain asleep?

“Is this Deus Verdi’s necromancy?”

“T-the sky…”

- For the sake of those who placed flowers on your graves.

Luaneth, who was another Necromancer, and Owen, who had a more acute spiritual sense than others, were the first to react.

- For the sake of those whose tears soaked your gravestones.

Although Aria and Findenai were unable to see anything, Luaneth and Owen saw the grand spectacle of souls covering the sky.

So, we had so many deceased people.

Amidst such a scene that could only evoke such thoughts…

- For those who kept walking forward without forgetting their sadness, even amidst their busy daily lives.

Deus Verdi’s voice continued to summon them.

- Awaken and come to me.

To give them an opportunity.

- Let us protect this land and its people together.