My Skeleton Soldier Is Strange - Chapter 104

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Chapter 104
Shiiiek—
The undead legion surged forward, cleaving through the wind. A miasma of dread rose like black fog, blanketing the Battlefield. The eerie clatter of bone striking bone and the ring of steel assailed my ears. Eyes gleaming with ravenous madness fixed upon Kartan.
—Kraaaagh!
With a roar of fury, Kartan charged toward the undead. Claws streaked like lightning, shredding decaying flesh to tatters. Splintered bone and blood-soaked remains scattered across the ground. A monster dancing in the heart of death—the undead fell helplessly before such savage power.
Thud— Crack!
Eerie radiance seeped into the shattered corpse. Specters wrapped in crimson mist began to writhe slowly. Torn flesh crawled of its own accord, reattaching to bone. Severed limbs found their places and locked together. The monsters resurrected by Arulan’s incantation seemed to defy death itself.
Boom— Boom—
Despite the relentless assault, the undead legion rose again like zombies. As their numbers swelled, Kartan’s face twisted in anguish. I could not lose. No matter the cost, I had to win this battle. Gnashing my teeth, I shrieked with desperation, my eyes blazing with vengeance as I glared at Arulan.
—Shiiiek!
I lunged toward the harbinger of death. With the force of madness, I would pierce through the shell and skewer the heart. A killing intent sharper than any blade gleamed from my claws. Yet blocking my path stood Dercan, the undead knight in obsidian armor. The skeletal warrior loomed with oppressive presence—terror incarnate.
—Clang!
Thud! Crack!
Twin blades streaked like lightning, meeting my claws. Darkness infused the steel, tearing through the air. My claws shattered and splintered, fresh blood erupting. I shrieked in agony, staggering backward. Yet I could not retreat. I would exact my vengeance with this very body. Drawing upon my last reserves of strength, I charged forward—a creature of pure madness.
Boom! Boom!
Dercan, the knight who feared not death, effortlessly parried the onslaught with his twin blades, launching merciless counterattacks. A strike piercing my shoulder. A blow severing my leg. My body was torn apart in grotesque fashion. My final thrashing—steeped in rage, desperation, and frenzy—yet the obsidian armor remained impenetrable.
Screeeech!
As my body collapsed, Dercan’s twin blades descended like lightning. Bone shattered into fragments. Organs and blood sprayed forth. My massive form crashed to the ground with a final, agonized cry. Upon the blood-soaked grass, my endless resistance slowly faded. In my dimming consciousness, the last thing I perceived was Dercan’s hollow eye sockets, gazing coldly upon death.
* * *
Leaving the Battlefield steeped in death’s miasma behind, I turned my steps toward the Cave entrance. Walking across the remnants of slaughter, I emanated the composure of a victor who had overcome all adversity.
Thud— Thud—
Heavy footfalls echoed ominously through the Cave. Absolute darkness consumed my vision. The path before me, shrouded in murky gloom, was a realm of terror no living creature would dare enter.
Shiiiek—
Musty odor and humid air pressed against my lungs. The damp, moss-covered stone walls emanated an ominous aura. An invisible presence seemed to linger about, and a creeping dread ran down my spine.
Crunch— Crunch—
Gravel beneath my feet crumbled with a chilling sound. In the darkness, I sensed a foreign killing intent. Yet amid the oppressive atmosphere of this dreadful Cave, I pressed forward undeterred. My face burned with desire for the herbs.
—Whoooosh.
Moisture-laden wind scraped across my face. Deep within the pitch-black Cave, something was calling to me. A pull guiding me toward where the herbs lay hidden. My instincts stirred at the faint sensation of life force.
As I quickened my pace, my eyes detected a blue radiance. In the distant darkness, the light of life was seeping through. Undulating waves of energy like blue mist—a signal revealing the place where the seeds of hope slumbered.
Shiiiek—
My steps drew gradually toward the light. My eyes stung from the radiance that seemed to swallow breath itself. The blue glow emanating from the herbs—crystallized life force—was wonder incarnate. The dazzling blue light dispelled the darkness, revealing the mysteries of life.
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Having obtained the herbs, I decided to dispose of the undead legion. I would have preferred to bring them to the village, but Arulan’s mana had its limits.
[Arulan says the undead legion can be compressed.]
However, I did not need to abandon the undead legion entirely.
Shiiiek—
I gathered the blue herbs and placed them in my pouch, then began making my way out of the Cave. But the sounds echoing from the Valley forced me to halt. The roars of undead reverberated across the mountains.
Whoooosh—!
Hundreds of undead had gathered in the Valley. The massive horde, vast enough to blot out the sky, was an oppressive spectacle. A tide of blackened corpses surged and filled every direction. The fearsome display sent shivers down my spine.
Shiiiek—
Standing at the center of it all was Arulan. The skeleton mage’s long robes billowed in the wind, and within those hollow eye sockets burned a crimson radiance. The mad gaze of one who had seized forbidden power fixed upon the undead horde.
―A guttural growl erupted.
In an instant, Arulan’s hand shot upward. A sweeping gesture that churned like a sandstorm, as though he meant to obliterate every undead before him. The terrifying force of incantation began to radiate from his fingertips.
―A bone-chilling scream tore through the air!
Violet radiance engulfed the undead. Flashes of brilliant light consumed everything in their path. The magical power erupting from Arulan’s grasp swept through the undead masses in an instant. A dark sorcerer wielding the power of annihilation—with a single gesture, hundreds of undead vanished.
A rushing torrent of energy—
Yet the undead left something behind. From the remnants of those consumed by the magical tempest, a violet mist poured forth. This was the dark energy the undead had possessed—the aura of death that had swallowed the light of life, dwelling within the resurrected flesh.
Arulan chanted an incantation and extended his hand, drawing the violet mist into his grasp like a whirlpool. The death energy began to condense within his palm, gradually taking form. A crystalline manifestation of darkness, its purple radiance—which had consumed blue vitality—flickered in his hand.
A soft sound.
Arulan offered the orb to Kim Jae-beom, instructing him to inscribe it upon the steel staff he wielded.
[Arulan requests the synthesis of the steel staff and the orb.]
A shimmering blue radiance bloomed in Kim Jae-beom’s vision. As though entranced, a System Message materialized faintly before his eyes. The steel staff in his hand and the violet orb Arulan had given him—instinctively, he knew they must be fused together.
A gentle sliding sound—
The moment he brought the orb to the steel staff, an incredible sight unfolded. The violet crystal adhered to the staff and began to melt slowly, bubbling like boiling water as it seeped into the staff’s surface.
A deep resonant hum—
The power of the crystal enveloping the staff grew increasingly intense. The merged force of undead darkness and the light of life burrowed into the metal. Blue flames began to flicker with violent vibrations, and the staff accepted this new power.
A piercing shriek—
Between flashes of brilliant light, the form of the steel staff became visible. Yet this was no longer an ordinary weapon. Metal that gleamed clearly even in absolute darkness. A blue aura infused with the power of death and life seared into the skin.
Drip—drip—
The melted violet orb seeped into the crevices of the staff. Dark patterns were etched across the lustrous metal surface like crimson bloodstains. The shimmering violet traces seemed to bear the mark of the undead’s curse.
A powerful pulse—
The moment the fusion of orb and staff was complete, a violent vibration transmitted through his grasp. The weapon in his hand throbbed as though alive. The force backed by malice and the dark vitality spread across his skin, radiating throughout his entire being.
A soft sliding sound—
Kim Jae-beom’s eyes gleamed as he gazed upon the steel staff now infused with new power. The once-ordinary weapon had been reborn as a symbol of death and destruction. The metal, dyed in a hue darker than pitch itself, was like a crystalline manifestation of darkness.
―A piercing shriek
The staff, now harder and more formidable, felt cold and heavy in his grasp. The weapon, brimming with a chilling aura, was terror incarnate. A coldness that would freeze all things with mere contact radiated from his fingertips.
Violet patterns emanating blue light. The metal, where death and life intertwined, radiated an eerie luminescence. Like a curse-forged scythe tempered in demon blood, a harbinger of annihilation—this was a weapon optimized for harvesting souls steeped in darkness.

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