Chapter 119 of the Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School
"Damn it!!" Malcolm, filled with rage, continued to squeeze out the darkness, summoning his doppelgangers.
Simon struck the pole embedded in the ground, but the magic circle remained intact, and there was no issue with the creation of the doppelgangers. 'The pole wasn't the magical medium after all,' Simon thought with a regretful smile.
Meanwhile, Malcolm's fighting spirit only grew stronger. 'It's just one attack that got blocked! Nothing has changed!' The doppelgangers charged at Simon once more.
This time, it was not a surrounding attack but a timed assault.
Simon calmly surveyed his surroundings and moved his arms.
Once again, a space opened, and four tentacle blades moved with a soft sound.
The blades moved in different directions and at different speeds, complementing each other simultaneously.
Every object moving in a line inevitably creates gaps, but the other blades intertwined and covered those gaps, forming an organic flow.
The control had reached a level that transcended practicality and entered the realm of beauty.
The four blades crossed in different directions, protecting their master without any openings, and in that state, Simon took a step forward.
Screech—he advanced while keeping his left foot planted on the ground.