My Skeleton Soldier Is Strange - Chapter 143

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143
Inferno
Kim Jae-beom and his companions ascended the Staircase, pressing forward toward the 3rd Floor. In the suffocating darkness, only the echo of their footsteps reverberated. The clash of rusted chains and bone, the heavy thud of armored boots—they composed a haunting march of death.
As they reached the end of the narrow, elongated Corridor, a colossal gate materialized before Kim Jae-beom’s eyes. Forged from ponderous steel, the door towered toward the ceiling itself. The pitch-black metal was adorned with fang-like spikes and skull motifs.
Kim Jae-beom surveyed his surroundings slowly. The entire 3rd Floor had been fashioned into a single, massive Colosseum. Concentric tiers of spectator seating encircled the circular arena.
―Boom!
That instant. The opposite iron gate thundered open. From the darkness, dozens of adventurers poured forth in a torrent. They too had entered through one of the Colosseum’s entrances.
The gaze of the unfamiliar players converged upon Kim Jae-beom in unison. Astonishment and bewilderment flickered across their faces.
“The… the Steel Staff!”
“Could our opponent possibly be that famous…?”
Whispers rose like waves. Tension trembled in their voices.
A cold smile traced the corner of Kim Jae-beom’s lips at the sight. A peculiar gleam ignited in his crimson eyes.
“So this objective is to annihilate those players, it seems.”
His murmured voice was devoid of emotion. Taking lives had become second nature to him.
Kim Jae-beom turned his gaze toward the skeletal mage and nodded slightly.
“Arulan.”
The weight contained in that single name was absolute.
―Click, click.
In response, Arulan extended both arms fully. Steel armor shrieked as it moved.
―Uuuuoooooh―!
A wail like a voice torn from the throat echoed through the Colosseum. The Undead Legion surged forward, emanating the aura of death itself. Zombies and skeletons, ghouls—a horde of the dead snarled and charged toward their prey.
―Crash!
The undead’s claws began tearing through the sand floor. Spears and blades flashed brilliantly, and black blood sprayed.
“Gaaaahhhhh!”
A horrific death cry erupted. A player whose throat was torn open by undead fangs collapsed in agony. Terror-stricken companions shrieked and scattered in all directions.
Kim Jae-beom stepped back, observing the Battlefield from above. His gaze was merciless.
The dead consumed the living, and blood soaked the sand. The sharp metallic shriek of steel colliding with flesh rang through the arena. Beside their comrades torn to shreds, the survivors trampled and crushed one another in desperate chaos.
Players resisting with all their might. Yet their weapons could not stand against death itself. Once severed, the undead regenerated instantly and attacked anew. Before the immortal corpses, humanity was far too fragile.
As the bloodstained slaughter continued, Kim Jae-beom remained motionless. He merely observed the carnage.
By his side now stood the Death Knight and the undead mage, side by side.
A tempest of blood swept across the Colosseum. The screams of players with severed necks and torn bellies shattered the air.
The roar of the Undead Legion rose high. A terrifying swarm desecrating and devouring its prey.
As time passed, the number of survivors dwindled ever further. The mountain of fallen corpses grew higher. Pooled blood rippled at their feet.
Shhhhk….
From the chaos, a single player struggled to rise. Clad in blood-drenched armor, he barely staggered upright. A brief sigh escaped the player’s lips as he surveyed his surroundings.
“Hmph.”
An arrogant snort. Yet what gleamed in his eyes was not contempt, but murderous intent.
He extended his right hand forward. In that instant, black energy erupted from his fingertips. The blood-reeking air of the Colosseum grew frigid in a heartbeat.
A cold wind stirred, and murky mist rose. From within, a colossal form gradually materialized. A skull with blazing crimson eyes, draped in black armor like a ghoul and crowned with a golden diadem.
The Lich King.
“Cough… cough!”
A chilling laugh poured forth from beyond the throat. The King of Death raised both arms high. Thereupon, the bodies of the players, shattered like bone fragments, began to rise grotesquely.
―Crack, snap, crack, snap.
With the sound of bones tearing through the silence, the Undead Legion was born.
Kim Jae-beom gazed at the sight quietly and muttered.
“The Necromancer is here too.”
A flicker of light danced across his crimson eyes. The unexpected appearance of a formidable adversary heightened the tension of the Battlefield.
At those words, a sharp sound burst from Arulan’s mouth.
“Click!”
A threatening sound of jaws clenching together. The skeletal sorcerer turned his gaze toward the Lich King, emitting a malevolent blue radiance.
Two masters of death faced each other. A shiver ran through the frozen air. Without hesitation, both Necromancers commanded their armies to charge.
“Roooaaar!”
“Screeeech!”
Savage roars echoed across the expanse. The Undead hordes of Kim Jae-beom and the Lich King surged into the Colosseum at ferocious speed. The sharp metallic clang of spears and shields, swords and maces colliding erupted.
Bones shattered and blood sprayed. Corpses piled upon corpses. Waves of zombies and skeletons clashed against one another. Bodies mangled by maces, the fallen pierced by spears. A scene of utter pandemonium unfolded.
A keen killing intent swirled above the blood-drenched ground. The Undead, drenched in fresh blood, would not hesitate at death itself, obeying their master’s command. Fear was foreign to them. Only destruction and death existed.
“Kahahaha! Destroy everything!”
The Lich King’s maniacal laughter shook the void. He spread both arms wide, manipulating the Undead.
“Kihahahahahaha!”
The Lich King’s maniacal laughter shook the void. He spread both arms wide, manipulating the Undead.
It was precisely that moment.
A black shadow cut through the air, streaking like an arrow. A colossal body wrapped in steel armor. In his hand, a jet-black staff reminiscent of a demon was gripped with tremendous force.
It was none other than Kim Jae-beom.
“Hmph!”
With a scornful snort, he charged toward the Lich King. In the blink of an eye, Kim Jae-beom closed the distance and raised the steel staff high.
―Boom!
The Lich King’s head shattered with the impact. The golden crown burst into fragments, scattering in all directions.
“Aaaaagh!”
With a piercing shriek, the Lich King’s body began to incinerate. Bones and flesh charred black. In an instant, the Lord of Terror transformed into ash and vanished.
“Huh?”
A surviving player stood with a dazed expression, witnessing the spectacle. With mouth agape in shock and terror, Kim Jae-beom walked toward him slowly.
And without hesitation, he swung the steel staff.
―Boom!</
With a heavy sound, the player's head burst open. Blood gushed forth as his body went limp. Before he could even comprehend what was happening, he became a cold corpse.
Kim Jae-beom withdrew his gaze indifferently. He shook the red blood clinging to the staff. His touch was heavy and merciless. In his crimson eyes, swirling with killing intent and madness, there was no trace of vitality.
With the Lich King's destruction, the morale of the Undead Legion crumbled. The masterless dead lost their will and began to collapse. Only occasional groans and shrieks echoed hollowly.
"Ugh… ugh…"
Zombies with rotting flesh falling away. Skeletons dragging shattered bones as they crawled. The Undead scattered in all directions, covering the Colosseum. The sinister aura emanating from them gradually subsided.
Kim Jae-beom nodded toward his army.
"Clean it up."
The moment the command fell, a chilling sound erupted.
―Twang!
Dozens of arrows whistled through the air, piercing the scattered undead. Maces and blades relentlessly battered the corpses. The Battlefield grew crimson with zombie blood.
Kim Jae-beom's Undead Legion was merciless. Even against their own kind, they showed no mercy to those who defied their master's command, driving their maces down with brutal finality. Flesh scattered and bones shattered—a scene of utter carnage.
"Forward."
The iron Necromancer advanced toward the next Battlefield. The Undead Legion surged behind him in a thunderous tide.
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Kim Jae-beom left the blood-drenched Colosseum behind and climbed the Staircase. The dim stone steps stretched endlessly upward.
At last, Kim Jae-beom and the Undead Legion reached the 4th Floor. All movement ceased as the sight before them froze them in place.
In the center of the vast hall stood a colossal figure bound in chains. A knight clad in silver armor was wrapped tightly in a web of interlocking shackles.
"This… is the Fortress Master!"
The Death Knight whispered.
―Clang!
With a sharp crack, the chains began to snap. Steel links burst apart with a deafening roar.
―Clang! Boom!
At last, a section of the chains shattered completely, and the knight's body crashed to the floor. His massive iron armor struck the stone with a thunderous impact, sending dust billowing upward.
3 seconds.
Then silence fell, as if time itself had frozen.
"My Fortress… I will protect it."
A terrifying oath echoed through the hall. That eerie voice was living dread incarnate.
―Whoooosh!
All held their breath as the knight rose. Slowly, ever so slowly, he lifted himself from the ground.

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