My Skeleton Soldier Is Strange - Chapter 150

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150
Inferno
Flames danced in Kim Jae-beom’s eyes. A battle where life and death hung in the balance. Resolve was etched sharply across his face. He fixed his opponent with an unwavering gaze, his determination absolute.
―Boom!
Without a shred of hesitation, I hurled myself forward. My body surged at tremendous speed. The steel staff in my grip cleaved through the air. A deafening roar erupted from the violent currents of force. A wind sharp as a blade’s edge rushed toward Count Heltema.
Yet the Count was no easy opponent. The colossal Demon Lord raised his great sword with casual ease. Bulging muscles rippled across his forearms, setting the air itself into vibration. The massive blade swept across the heavens, intercepting my assault.
―Crash!
With a thunderous boom, the two weapons collided. Steel met steel in a sound that shook the very foundations of existence. Brilliant flashes erupted, and sparks scattered in all directions.
The shockwave radiated outward in every direction.
Through it all, Count Heltema’s lips curled into a malevolent smile. His swollen lips released an eerie laugh. With eyes burning like hellfire, he glared down at me.
“Quite formidable now! Kahahaha!”
His voice rasped like chains dragging across stone.
“Yes. Much time has passed.”
I answered him.
My tone carried not a trace of fear. I gripped the steel staff once more, drawing all my energy upward through my entire body.
―Whoooosh!
My body spun like a whirlwind as I swung the staff. The currents around me began to spiral violently. The gale intensified, and in moments it consumed the entire space.
Count Heltema stood unmoved within the tempest. Utterly indifferent to the storm, his malevolent smile never wavered.
His broad shoulders, his gleaming muscles—that imposing frame didn’t budge in the slightest against the wind.
Within the cyclone’s embrace, the Count’s form began to transform. Crimson light pierced through his skin, bleeding outward. A scarlet radiance like flowing lava, it enveloped his entire body and surged with terrible power.
―Boom!
The whirlwind shattered with a thunderous crack. Crimson flashes poured forth in all directions. Violent currents of energy crackled wildly.
―Zzzt!
The tempest vanished in an instant. The remnants of the shattered cyclone danced in the air before disappearing without a trace.
In that very moment, Count Heltema materialized. He hovered in the air as if mocking gravity itself, his feet never touching the ground, suspended toward the heavens.
“Kahahaha!”
A malevolent laugh that tore through the darkness.
The very atmosphere seemed to vibrate at the sound.
At the sight of the Count’s triumphant form, I furrowed my brow.
Yet Count Heltema paid no mind to my reaction. He raised his hand without concern.
His palm spread toward the void. Around it, crimson energy began to swirl. The red mist that drifted like fog gradually took on form and substance.
It condensed, hardened, and coalesced into dozens of spheres.
“Die!”
Shweeee!
The spheres, wreathed in blood-red flames, sharpened their edges. They hurtled toward me.
Scorching energy consumed everything around me.
I glanced at the sight, and my lips twisted into a cruel smirk. Even facing the threat of death, my eyes remained perfectly steady. If anything, a faint amusement seemed to glimmer within them.
“How foolish.”
My muttering voice was utterly indifferent.
In the next instant, my body moved like a flash of light.
―Whoooosh!
The sound of wind being cleaved was deafening. I darted forward, effortlessly evading the spheres. My pace far exceeded their velocity.
―Crack! Bang bang!
Thunderous booms filled the narrow space. I wielded the steel staff with devastating force. Silver vortices tore through the air in jagged streaks. Within the whirlwind, the crimson spheres shattered without mercy.
―Puff puff puff puff!
The red masses, writhing until their final moment, crumbled into dust and scattered. In an instant, every sphere vanished. The sight was nothing short of miraculous.
As the debris of the spheres drifted through the air, my movements accelerated further. Like a shadow, I hurtled toward the Count. The distance between us collapsed in the blink of an eye.
In that fleeting instant, I had already reached Count Heltema’s face.
―Bang!
I struck the Count’s leg with my steel staff. The force of that single blow rippled through the surrounding atmosphere. The ground trembled violently, and the walls shuddered. Count Heltema’s massive frame swayed precariously from the impact.
―Crack!
The staff’s blow left a fine fissure across Count Heltema’s leg. At first, it was merely a hairline fracture. But it spread at terrifying speed. Like cracks spreading across ice, the Count’s skin peeled away in layers.
Crimson energy erupted from the fissures.
“Nooooo!”
A roar like that of a beast echoed through the chamber. Flames of fury blazed in Count Heltema’s eyes.
―Slash! Slash!
Blades tore through the air. The Count swung his greatsword at me indiscriminately. His rage-fueled assault radiated murderous intent.
I moved my steel staff.
The silver rod traced a massive arc, deflecting the greatsword. Our weapons collided frantically. Sharp metallic friction screamed against my ears. Sparks scattered in all directions.
The Count staggered. His massive frame wavered from the recoil. That was the moment. My steel staff coiled like a serpent and struck his ribs.
―Crack! Crunch!
With a bone-chilling sound of shattering bone, deeper fissures tore across the Count’s body. The gaps widened and deepened. Brilliant crimson radiance poured from the grotesque wounds.
“Argh!”
A shriek of agony burst forth. Consumed by pain, Count Heltema lashed his greatsword in all directions. His movements were frenzied. Wherever the blade passed, blood-red light bloomed.
I retreated swiftly. Without slowing my pace, I evaded the incoming crimson blades. Blood-tinged auras grazed past me with perilous closeness. Searing heat erupted around them. The air shimmered, and my skin felt as though it were burning.
―Tap!
In the blink of an eye, I rushed toward the Count. My steel staff cleaved through the air. Then, with precision and mercilessness, I drove its tip directly into Count Heltema’s heart.
―Thud!
The sound of the staff piercing flesh and shattering bone. With that chilling noise, a massive fissure erupted across the Count’s body.
Brilliant crimson magma erupted from the cracks. A scorching, acrid stench of blood scattered in all directions.
“I cannot die like this!”
Count Heltema’s anguished cry echoed. But his voice, tainted with terror, quickly grew feeble. The fear of death bound him.
I replied with cold, merciless eyes.
“No. You will.”
My tone was ruthless and unfeeling.
In an instant, Count Heltema’s body exploded. His form scattered in all directions amid brilliant crimson flames. Shattered into fragments, his remains transformed into ash in the void.
From within, the Demon Lord’s power leaked forth. It was drawn toward my body. The essence of a soul consumed by madness, hatred, and agony.
“Noooo….”
The Count’s final scream gradually faded. He was already being absorbed deep within my being.
I spoke without hesitation.
“You will remain there for all eternity.”
Count Heltema had become a prisoner eternally confined within me. His soul would never taste freedom again.
Basking in victory, I surveyed my surroundings slowly. Dust-laden air hung thick. Ruined walls stretched in every direction. Beyond it all, at the heart of the Grand Hall, a colossal silhouette commanded the space.
It was the Demon Throne itself. Radiating a brilliant crimson aura, it exuded an overwhelming presence.
―Thud, thud.
My heavy footsteps echoed through the silent Grand Hall. I advanced toward the throne with measured, deliberate strides.
Clad in armor that blazed with azure radiance, I finally reached the throne.
I extended my hand and touched the throne.
In that instant, something extraordinary occurred.
―A deep, resonant hum…
A weighty, profound vibration filled the entire Grand Hall.
Simultaneously, the crimson throne began to move.
Slowly, ever so gradually, the throne fractured. Cracks spread outward, growing wider and deeper with each passing moment.
―Crack, crack, crack.
The rhythmic sound of shattering echoed through the chamber. As the throne finally split completely in two, a blinding radiance erupted from within.
It was a golden orb.
A soft, luminous yellow glow stood out starkly against the darkness.
The sphere, no larger than a human fist, radiated the essence of life itself.
I boldly reached out and grasped the orb. It felt cold and heavy in my palm.

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