My Skeleton Soldier Is Strange - Chapter 141

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141
Inferno
Crimson mana erupted from Arulan’s palm, engulfing the White-haired Knight in its ravenous embrace. The spectral fog coursed through his body, seeping into his very flesh. His mortal form crumbled to ash, disintegrating before my eyes. Within the undulating crimson void, his silhouette grew increasingly indistinct, dissolving into formlessness.
The knight’s platinum armor darkened into an abyssal shadow. The metal that had gleamed so brilliantly transformed into a color as deep and sinister as pitch.
The intricate patterns embroidered upon his pristine white armor twisted grotesquely, morphing into macabre skull insignias. The eerie fragments—bone-tangled and skeletal—seemed to embody death and despair itself. The skull-shaped sections gaped with hollow eye sockets, their grinning jaws revealing rotting teeth.
The knight’s spear, too, succumbed to the encroaching darkness. Its silver blade blackened to obsidian.
As the fog dissipated, the White-haired Knight’s transformation revealed itself in full. He was no longer the living warrior he had been. What stood before me was a Knight of Death—a terror reborn as Undead, a creature of pure dread.
The knight’s body had become nothing but a skeletal frame. Fractured and shattered bones, cracked in countless places, seemed barely held together by crimson radiance. From the hollow sockets of his eyes, darkness flowed ceaselessly. His decayed jawbone seemed locked in a malevolent grin.
Clutched in the knight’s bony grip was a Spear of Darkness. Its blackened blade radiated an aura of death itself.
The Knight of Death slowly rose to his feet. With the bone-chilling sound of skeletal joints grinding together, he stood before Kim Jae-beom. His vacant eyes fixed upon the master who had brought him into existence.
“Kekekek….”
A sinister laugh escaped from deep within his throat. The White-haired Knight’s flesh had become my absolute slave, utterly obedient. His soul had surrendered to darkness, his will enslaved to my command.
“Let’s test your capabilities.”
I gazed upon the Knight of Death and issued a cold command.
“Go. Eliminate your enemies.”
My tone was devoid of emotion, yet it carried an irresistible force that brooked no defiance.
The Knight of Death launched forward with a thunderous metallic shriek. Where his skeletal feet struck the ground, deep gouges remained. The wind itself seemed to split before his ferocious charge toward the Castle Wall, dust rising in his wake.
Upon the Castle Wall, the moment the Knight of Death appeared, the soldiers’ faces drained of color in sheer terror.
His hollow eye sockets blazed as he raised both arms. Dark energy coalesced from his hands, swirling into the form of a spear. The biting cold that permeated the air left the NPCs gasping for breath.
―Whoosh!
A black spear streaked forth like lightning.
In a single strike, a dozen soldiers were impaled. Spraying black blood, they tumbled from the Castle Wall.
The Knight of Death did not pause. He wielded the Spear of Darkness again and again.
In moments, the Castle Wall became a mountain of corpses. Soldiers torn to shreds, severed heads staring into the void with empty eyes. A silence of terror descended upon the scene of carnage.
“Truly, the Steel Necromancer!”
The players watching from below cried out at the top of their lungs. Cheers of exultation shook the heavens. To them, Kim Jae-beom was a god incarnate.
In ten minutes, the Castle Wall fell. Overcome with the joy of victory, the players embraced one another in celebration. Some shed tears of triumph. The Undead Legion roared in jubilation, celebrating their conquest.
Standing atop the Castle Wall, I lifted my gaze toward the interior. My eyes fell upon a structure of colossal proportions—the Main Castle.
Towering spires pierced the sky like daggers. Dozens of sharp turrets rose skyward like blades. Windows emanated a crimson glow, while the outer walls were adorned with ominous statues.
“The final fortress, then.”
I murmured to myself as I beheld it. Behind me stood the Undead Legion and the players, arrayed in formation.
At last, those who had reached the summit faced only one trial remaining—the final battle.
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I led the players and the Undead Legion toward the Main Castle. Their footsteps were resolute and powerful, unified in purpose.
The Undead Ogres arrived at the Main Castle’s gates and mercilessly battered the iron doors.
―Boom! Boom! Boom!
With each heavy impact, the sturdy iron bars began to fracture. With every widening gap, the dark interior was revealed.
The Ogres, gripping the doors with their massive hands, pulled with all their might.
―Creak!
―Screeeech!
With an ear-splitting screech, the door was wrenched from its hinges and cast aside. A long, desolate Corridor yawned open before us like the maw of some ancient beast.
Kim Jae-beom strode through the gap without hesitation. The Undead Legion and the players surged forward in his wake.
Our footsteps echoed as we trudged deeper, until at last we emerged into a vast chamber. The Main Castle First Floor sprawled before us—a cavernous hall supported by four colossal pillars, its ceiling adorned with a golden chandelier that cast dancing light across the space.
The floor was carpeted entirely in crimson. Ornate tapestries, intricately embroidered with elaborate patterns, were stained the color of blood. The plush fabric beneath our feet writhed and undulated with each step, as if alive.
“Ugh, the stench of blood…”
Someone muttered in disgust. A sickly-sweet, nauseating odor permeated the hall.
The moment we fully entered, eerie movement erupted from all directions. Behind pillars, within alcoves, from shadowed corners—crimson silhouettes detached themselves and descended.
Gargoyle statues. Stone figures painted in a sickly red hue stared down at us with blank, impassive faces.
―Thud!
With a heavy crash, they struck the ground.
One wide-eyed player pointed frantically.
“Look! Look at that!”
Blue flames erupted from the statues’ eyes. The garish, otherworldly light flickered like dancing fire, emanating an unsettling aura that enveloped the chamber.
And in that same instant, the gargoyle statues stirred to life. The sound of grinding stone, cracking joints, and clashing bone reverberated through the space. Twisted, unnatural power radiated from their forms.
“Roooaaarrr!”
With a bestial roar, the gargoyles charged toward us. Their footsteps thundered like distant drums, their stone blades gleaming. Driven by invisible force, their assault was terrifying.
The players faltered for a moment before the gargoyles’ ferocious onslaught. But their eyes soon hardened with resolve. Shaking off their fear, the adventurers drew their blades and gripped their shields with iron determination.
“Charge!”
One player’s cry rang out like a clarion call, igniting the entire Battlefield.
In an instant, some seventy players surged toward the gargoyles. The earth trembled beneath thunderous war cries, blades sang through the air. The Fortress itself seemed to shudder at the sight of these resolute warriors.
The Undead Legion, obeying Kim Jae-beom’s command, hurled themselves at the enemy. A chill wind rose as the Death Knight took the vanguard, followed by skeleton soldiers clad in pitch-black armor, their roars echoing like the wails of the damned. A tide of darkness engulfed the gargoyles.
―Crash! Thwack! Clang!
The cacophony of clashing weapons and shattering armor shook the Battlefield. Swords, spears, and maces tore through the air, rending flesh and stone alike. Blood flowed thick and viscous.
The Death Knight wielded a black spear, driving it down upon the enemy with crushing force. The weapon, infused with deathly power, shattered stone and extinguished crimson flames. Beneath the knight’s feet, the shattered remains of gargoyles accumulated like grim trophies.
“Aaaahhhhh!”
A harrowing scream tore through the ranks of players. One adventurer, bisected at the waist by a gargoyle’s blade, fell in two pieces. As comrades watched their ally collapse, vomiting blood, the survivors’ rage burned white-hot.
Yet the Undead Legion’s firepower was devastating beyond measure. Skeleton soldiers hurled themselves forward like living blades, overwhelming their foes, while zombie warriors shattered the gargoyles’ stone bodies into rubble with their iron mauls. The combat of the deathless was merciless and brutal.
―Boom-crash!
Blue flames rained down in torrents, but the undead did not falter. Charred bones and scorched flesh dragging behind them, they pressed their assault without cessation.
Even as limbs were severed and bodies split asunder, so long as they could move, they fought on. They knew only obedience to their master’s will. The grotesque spectacle sent chills racing down the adventurers’ spines.
Under the relentless assault of players and undead alike, the gargoyle statues were driven back. They crumbled into piles of rubble, shattered and broken. Resistance proved meaningless before such merciless blades.
“Hold the line! Fight to the bitter end!”
A warrior raised his sword high, rallying his comrades with those words. That single cry kindled an indomitable spirit that coursed through the adventurers’ hearts like a lifeline.
After a fierce and brutal exchange, the gargoyle statues were utterly annihilated. The Plaza was carpeted with their slaughtered remains.
“We did it…!”
One player gasped for breath, his words barely a whisper. His hands trembled as they gripped the hilt of his blade.
“We won!”
Suddenly, someone cried out. That single word unleashed a chorus of triumphant cheers.

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