My Skeleton Soldier Is Strange - Chapter 131

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131
Inferno
Within the maelstrom of magical energy, Dercan’s form twisted and contorted. A skeletal warrior devoid of fear, his eye sockets blazing with brilliant azure light, brimming with the vitality of fresh blood. With a thunderous roar, he hurled himself toward the mass of goblins.
―Boom! Boom! Boom!
Merciless footfalls hammered the earth beneath him. The heavy metallic clang of armor colliding resonated through the air. Dercan carved his path through the goblin ranks with devastating force.
―Whoosh! Slash! Swish!
His blade sang through the void.
Each strike traced an arc, targeting the goblins’ necks with lethal precision. The creatures attempted to counter with their corroded weapons, yet their blades never once found purchase against Dercan’s steel.
―Aaahhhhh!
Anguished screams erupted from their throats. Heads severed from bodies, torsos split asunder—the goblins fell like wheat before the scythe. Blood fountained high, painting the surroundings in crimson. A feast of slaughter, reeking of carnage.
―Crack. Thud. Splat.
Corpses piled high beneath Dercan’s feet. Severed heads, disemboweled bodies, dismembered limbs, armor drenched in gore. Black blood pooled across the floor. In the blink of an eye, dozens of goblins had been massacred.
Then came another tremor.
A heavy vibration shook the space itself, and the great gate opposite swung open once more. From the darkness poured the sound of clattering footsteps and bestial roars. These were no mere Goblin Soldiers. Their leader emerged—the Goblin Chieftain himself.
The massive Goblin Chieftain wielded a pair of heavy iron mauls in both hands, his roar reverberating through the chamber. His eyes burned crimson with bloodlust. Behind him, dozens of Goblin Soldiers surged forth in a writhing tide.
Kim Jae-beom remained unmoved by the ferocity of his enemies. He issued a single command to Dercan.
“Dercan. Minimize damage to the Goblin Chieftain.”
―Click-clack.
The skeletal warrior understood, his dry bones clacking together as he nodded in acknowledgment. It was his way of affirming his resolve to capture the Goblin Chieftain intact, honoring his master’s will.
The battle commenced.
―Whoosh! Slash!
With fluid grace, Dercan wove through the ranks of Goblin Soldiers. His blade flashed, and green blood sprayed in all directions. Necks were severed, torsos cleaved in two. Dozens of corpses accumulated in moments.
The Goblin Chieftain bellowed in fury, swinging his iron mauls with wild abandon. His bulging muscles rippled, foam flecking his lips.
―Boom! Boom!
The massive mauls crashed against the ground, sending shockwaves through the chamber. The enraged leader charged forward ferociously. Yet even he proved nothing more than a target before Dercan’s blade.
―Swish!
Dercan’s strike aimed for the Chieftain’s neck. In that instant, the massive body crumpled. The Goblin Chieftain collapsed, unconscious.
“Excellent.”
Kim Jae-beom murmured with satisfaction, a smile playing at his lips as he surveyed Dercan’s handiwork. He had successfully captured the Goblin Chieftain alive—a magnificent specimen to convert into undead servitude.
―Whoosh.
Kim Jae-beom’s gaze shifted toward Arulan. His lips moved slowly as he issued his command.
“Reanimate this creature as undead.”
At his words, Arulan’s jawbones clicked together sharply.
―Click-clack.
The skeletal mage understood immediately, grasping his master’s intent. He nodded with the swift responsiveness of a seasoned warrior.
Arulan approached the fallen Goblin Chieftain with heavy, deliberate steps. His skeletal fingers stretched upward, defying gravity itself. The motion was as though he were piercing through the void itself.
―Whoosh-whoosh.
Shadows bloomed from the mage’s fingertips. Darkness billowed forth like mist, gradually enveloping the Goblin Chieftain’s body and seeping into his flesh.
A force that rejected life itself seeped into the corpse. Black mana flowed through the Chieftain’s body, fundamentally transforming his very essence.
―Ughhhh.
With a gasp that seemed to tear through his very being, the Goblin Chieftain’s body convulsed violently. His bluish skin darkened to ash-grey, as though scorched by flame itself. The vivid wounds twisted grotesquely, spewing putrid blood and leaving festering scars in their wake.
And finally, when the Goblin Chieftain staggered upright once more, he was no longer recognizable as his former self. A form that seemed to be darkness itself condensed into flesh. In his bloodshot eyes, not even a trace of reason remained. His decaying flesh reeked of corruption, and harsh, metallic breathing wheezed painfully from his throat.
The Goblin Chieftain was no longer a living, breathing creature. He had been resurrected by Arulan’s dark magic—reborn as a fallen monster driven only by primal destructive instinct.
Kim Jae-beom watched with an impassive expression, a faint glimmer of satisfaction flickering in his cold, rational eyes. Like gears interlocking and turning in perfect synchronization, his plan was gradually becoming reality. This was the moment a new member was added to the Undead Legion.
Kim Jae-beom led the undead Goblin Chieftain and his two loyal skeletal soldiers toward Infinite Tower Floor 2. Leaving the carnage of the first floor behind, they slowly ascended the staircase.
As they climbed the endless stone steps, the silence that had enveloped the surroundings began to fracture. From far ahead came faint echoes—the traces of a village. The vitality and bustle of life carried through the air.
Before Kim Jae-beom’s group stood hundreds of crude huts. Between the rough structures built of logs and beast hides, muscular Orc Warriors prowled and bellowed.
“Look at that. There must be at least two hundred of them.”
Kim Jae-beom gestured toward the Orc Warriors filling the village. At his gesture, the two skeletal soldiers tightened their grip on their sword hilts, their fighting spirit ignited. The Goblin Chieftain too fixed his gaze upon the enemy.
And in that moment, an Orc Warrior patrolling the village spotted Kim Jae-beom’s group.
“Kuuuaaahhh!”
With a piercing shriek, the Orc let out a warning howl. Hearing that cry, the village’s warriors surged forward in a mass. Their savage roars tore through the sky. Orc Warriors surrounded and rushed at Kim Jae-beom’s group. Massive war hammers and blades swung wildly, radiating killing intent.
Kim Jae-beom issued a command to the Goblin Chieftain without so much as a blink.
“Goblin Chieftain. Handle them yourself.”
Upon receiving the command, the Goblin Chieftain immediately stepped forward. He was hurled toward the mass of Orcs.
Blood stains covered the bluish corpse-flesh. A mouth reeking of decay and corruption. Eyes burning red with rage. The Goblin Chieftain bore no resemblance to the living anymore.
―Boom! Crash!
With merciless strides, the Chieftain stomped the earth and charged forward. Everything in his path was trampled and shattered in a frenzied onslaught.
―Slash! Thud! Crack!
The Goblin Chieftain’s war hammer swung. Striking faces without mercy like a madman, crushing limbs with brutal savagery. Dozens of Orcs were pulverized beyond recognition in an instant.
Orc Warriors shrieked and rushed forward with their hammers raised. But their valor proved utterly powerless before the undead Goblin Chieftain.
The Orcs, terrified by the sight of the soulless-eyed Chieftain rampaging before them, lost their wits. Some collapsed in despair as they witnessed their kin slaughtered mercilessly.
It happened in an instant. Dozens of corpses lay pathetically scattered amid the chaos. Like Death’s scythe, the Goblin Chieftain reaped the Orc Warriors with ruthless, cold precision. The survivors fled in panic, desperate to escape.
“Kuuuaaahhh!”
But their footsteps were impossibly slow compared to the undead Goblin Chieftain.
―Boom! Boom! Boom!
With heavy footfalls, the Goblin Chieftain gave chase. He was as cold and merciless as the Reaper himself. He caught the fleeing Orcs one by one and swung his blade.
―Whoosh! Slice! Thud!
With fluid, graceful movements, the Orcs’ heads fell one after another. Crimson blood sprayed from the Goblin Chieftain’s blade. The executioner’s sword fell without mercy, reaping life with each stroke.
Agonized screams echoed through the Orc Village. Some Orcs, witnessing the beheaded corpses of their kin, barely managed to raise their weapons in terror-stricken desperation. But the power gap between them and the undead Chieftain was overwhelming.
―Crack! Clang!
The Orc Warriors’ bodies shattered under the massive war hammer. Armor crumpled and bones splintered with sickening sounds. In the horrific spectacle of flesh scattering and organs bursting, the Orc Village was drenched in crimson blood.
In the end, all the Orc Warriors fell. Hundreds of corpses piled high in the center of the Plaza. The Goblin Chieftain stood alone in the silence, his blade raised high, drenched in dark blood.

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