My Skeleton Soldier Is Strange - Chapter 147

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147
Inferno
A week had elapsed. Kim Jae-beom commanded an innumerable host of Minotaurs as he surged toward the hidden mine. The Badtaran Mine. There, the legacy left behind by the Demon Lord Count Heltema lay dormant, awaiting discovery.
Merely a week prior, Kim Jae-beom had repeatedly failed to conquer this mine and retreated in bitter defeat. The sting of that humiliation flashed through his mind. Yet now he possessed sufficient forces. Surrender was no longer an option.
Amid the echoing thunder of hooves, the expedition finally arrived at the mine. Kim Jae-beom dismounted and strode forward with purposeful strides.
He swept his steel staff through the empty air, chanting an incantation to draw forth the power of darkness. An ominous aura rose from beneath his feet.
—Crack! Crack! Crack!
The earth trembled and split asunder, left and right. Through the fissures, white skeletal frames erupted forth. Zombies clawed their way upward with anguished moans. Skeleton soldiers bearing corroded swords and shields lined up in formation.
Ghouls wrapped in decaying flesh emerged as well.
—Boom. Boom. Boom.
Heavy footfalls thundered across the ground. An Armored Knight clad in pitch-black steel armor appeared astride a steed of death. Ogre battalions, bound in rusted chains, shook their massive arms.
Behind them, a horde of undead Minotaurs lined up in formation. Their bloodshot eyes gleamed with murderous intent.
And finally, a colossal frame emerged, as though shouldering the very mountain itself.
It was the great Minotaur that had fallen in their previous battle. Now it served as nothing more than a loyal soldier obedient to the Necromancer’s command.
Thick mist enveloped the mine’s surroundings. Through the haze, eerie silhouettes revealed themselves. The Undead Legion had arrived.
Skeleton soldiers, zombies, and ghouls stood at the vanguard, their corroded spears and blades raised as they fixed their gaze upon the mine with blazing intensity.
Behind them, Minotaurs and Ogres were shrouded in absolute darkness. At the center stood the great Minotaur, towering like a mountain itself.
The dead were utterly controlled. All awaited only their master’s command.
Steel armor radiating an ethereal blue luminescence.
Above the master’s pallid visage, now bare of its helm, eyes burned crimson like flashing lightning.
The lord of the dead. A necromancer of formidable power.
The Necromancer himself, death incarnate, commanded the Undead Legion.
Kim Jae-beom mounted the great Minotaur’s massive back, raising his steel staff—inscribed with arcane runes—high into the air.
His voice thundered through the mist like a tempest.
“Advance!”
As Kim Jae-beom’s command reverberated, the Undead Legion surged toward the mine. The earth shook, the air trembled. Countless dead unleashed savage roars as they charged into enemy territory.
The rattling of skeleton bones assaulted the ears. The sharp claws of ghouls tore into the earth, raising clouds of dust.
The undead horde swept across the mine.
As Kim Jae-beom surveyed the situation from atop the great Minotaur, a blazing crimson radiance erupted from deep within the mine. An ominous presence seeped through the pitch-black tunnels.
In that instant, hundreds of crimson spheres poured forth from the mine. Orbs shimmering with blood-red light. They began to rapidly transform in mid-air.
The blue sky turned crimson. The spheres elongated and sharpened. Soon they took the form of spears. Hundreds of blood-red spears were leveled at the Undead Legion.
Before Kim Jae-beom unfolded a horrifying spectacle. The crimson spears descended like lightning, engulfing the charging undead horde. They pierced through the dead bodies without restraint. The army of death collapsed helplessly, consumed by magical power.
Terrible screams shook the earth. Undead with shattered skulls and broken limbs. Ash scattering like dust.
“Damn it!”
Kim Jae-beom ground his teeth, muttering in a voice twisted with madness. He bellowed toward Arulan, positioned at the rear.
“Block those spears! Resurrect the undead immediately!”
His thunderous voice echoed across the Battlefield. Arulan responded at once. Standing tall, the skeleton sorcerer raised his pale hands.
He began chanting an ominous incantation. A grotesque necromantic magic circle materialized at his fingertips. Darkness engulfed the surroundings.
Black mist enveloped the fallen undead. The power of decay that withered blood and rotted flesh. Necromancy that stole life and resurrected corpses. Arulan’s formidable incantation swept across the Battlefield.
The Undead Legion, on the brink of annihilation, began to rise once more. Bodies lifted skyward, wrapped in violet mist. Shattered bones returned to their proper places. Severed limbs regenerated.
The undead, risen from death itself, roared savagely toward their enemies. Thus resurrected, the Undead Legion launched another devastating charge.
The collision and shattering of magical forces painted a scene of pure hellscape. Flesh and bone tangled in chaotic disarray. The undead and crimson spears consumed and destroyed one another. A suffocating battle engulfed the Mine.
Then it happened.
A colossal thunderous boom shattered the earth itself. It was as though lightning had detonated beneath the ground. The soil beneath their feet tore like parchment, and a massive chasm yawned open.
Through the fissure, infernal flames surged and blazed. Scorching heat consumed all directions. A crimson radiance, undulating like molten lava, stained the earth. From within it, something began to take shape.
Towering silhouettes rose from the inferno. Muscular frames, skin the color of blood-red demons. Colossal figures with massive limbs. Their burning scarlet eyes surveyed the surroundings with predatory intent.
Red golems. The moment I recognized their true nature, I could not suppress my shock.
The words escaped my lips unbidden.
“I destroyed them before… they’ve regenerated in the meantime.”
Yet the bewilderment was fleeting. Soon, the heat of battle ignited within my eyes.
Stepping forward with both legs, I lowered my center of gravity. My steel armor groaned with weighty resonance. With powerful strides, I charged toward the golems.
My steel staff, cleaving through the air, flashed like lightning across the void.
―Boom! Crash!
A terrifying sound of destruction echoed through the Mine. The massive golem’s head shattered under the devastating blow. Crimson fragments scattered in all directions from the pulverized remains.
One strike. A single catastrophic blow felled the golem.
Yet I did not pause. Even with the fallen enemy before me, I was already charging toward the next golem.
Lightning speed. My movements were dazzlingly swift. Precise and rapid attacks brought the golems crashing down in succession.
Thus, alongside the undead army, I finally reached the entrance of the Mine.
But in that instant, a tremendous tremor shook beneath everyone’s feet.
The earth convulsed.
Immediately after, a thick metal plate burst through the ground.
The undead contingent charging fiercely toward the entrance came to an abrupt halt. Before all our eyes stood a colossal iron gate. A barrier that completely sealed the Mine’s entrance.
“Tch…!”
I gnashed my teeth and growled. Yet before the blocked passage, I did not retreat a single step.
My steel armor creaked and groaned. With a whistle that split the air, my steel staff flew forth like lightning.
―Boom! Crash! Crash!
Devastating blows struck the iron gate. An ear-shattering roar erupted.
I swung with a face twisted by frenzy—dozens of times, hundreds of times. My eyes saw only the obstacle blocking my path ahead.
―Crack! Screech!
Under my relentless assault, the iron gate began to fracture. Cracks spreading like a spider’s web. The enemy’s defensive wall crumbling, slowly, ever so slowly.
Yet the sturdy iron structure did not yield easily. Despite my ferocious onslaught, the gate stood firm and unyielding.
Sparks erupted and dust swirled through the space.
From its center, an armored figure radiating blue luminescence emerged. It was the Death Knight, Dercan.
The knight approached my side and grasped me as though in a comrade’s embrace.
―A slow breath….
Nodding deliberately, Dercan stepped forward. His cloak billowed as he kicked off the ground and launched himself into the air.
A graceful spin.
In mid-air, Dercan’s hands gripped the sword hilts.
―Whoosh!
Twin blades cleaved through the wind. Silver steel flashed like lightning.
Wherever the blade’s edge traced its path, the massive iron doors cleaved in twain. A faint azure luminescence painted the trajectory—and in its wake, metal liquefied and vanished entirely.
A perfect severance. Beneath the cerulean radiance, the iron gate shattered into countless fragments, cascading downward.
The entrance lay open. At this sight, the Undead Legion erupted in triumphant cries. The Minotaur’s hoofbeats thundered across the earth.
The army of the dead surged forward in an overwhelming tide, pouring into the Mine. At their vanguard stood a figure clad in obsidian armor.

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