My Skeleton Soldier Is Strange - Chapter 155

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Chapter 155
I approached the Pit with heavy, deliberate steps. My skeletal feet brushed against the Grassland’s soil as I walked slowly forward. Behind me, my pitch-black robes billowed like a sheet of living darkness. Within the hollow sockets of my eyes, ethereal blue flames flickered and danced like phantom fire.
The interior of the Pit was consumed by the ghastly hues of death. Hundreds of corpses lay tangled together in a grotesque tableau of demise. Green-skinned bodies covered in crimson wounds and burst flesh, small frames drenched in blood. The faces of Goblin Soldiers were scattered about in chaotic profusion, their expressions frozen in agony as though caught mid-scream in their final moments.
I smiled with an eerie, twisted expression as I stretched both arms toward the heavens. Between the skeletal joints of my fingers, wisps of shadow began to seep forth. The black mist erupting from my fingertips dispersed in all directions in rhythm with death’s melody. As my skull tilted back and I chanted forbidden incantations, viscous darkness poured from my form like a waterfall.
The obsidian mist tore through the heavy air and was drawn into the Pit below. From the crimson abyss to the mounds of corpses, sticky shadows consumed everything in their path. A veil of death descended slowly over the mangled bodies of the Goblin Soldiers.
In that instant, a thunderous resonance erupted from deep within the earth. The faint tremor intensified gradually, soon transforming into violent convulsions that shook the ground itself. Gray dust rose skyward in towering plumes, and small stones clattered outward from the Pit in all directions.
The Pit, now infused with my dark magic, began to roil from within. The horizon undulated, and the earth heaved and buckled.
Boom!
The vertical walls of the Pit began to gape open like the maw of a ravenous predator of darkness. Soil and stone crumbled from the edges, cascading downward into the abyssal depths. The chasm that extended deep underground gradually widened, transforming into the shape of a Massive Underground Cavern.
With the tremors, a colossal hand tore through the darkness and surged upward. What emerged from the mist was a palm covered entirely in crimson wounds. Crude fingers tipped with blackened nails stretched threateningly toward the sky.
Crack!
That was the moment.
A grotesque forearm wrenched free from the Pit. Ominous energy, as though something were crawling up from the abyss, accompanied the scattering of large and small stones across the ground. Shoulder followed arm, and then the head emerged, tearing through the darkness in sequence.
The hideous skin was carved with hundreds of wounds, and flesh of mingled green and crimson writhed and convulsed. Hundreds of bloodshot eyes rolled chaotically in the distorted visage, from which a putrid stench emanated.
It was a colossal and grotesque undead creature, horrifically fashioned from the corpses of hundreds of Goblin Soldiers. Severed and crushed limbs had fused together, creating a deformed monstrosity.
The massive form composed of corpse-matter trembled heavily as it slowly dragged itself outward. Behind it, torn flesh and pulverized remains left sticky trails upon the ground. Blood-soaked bone fragments scattered and clattered with a sickening sound.
The colossal undead finally emerged fully from the Pit. The form of this creature, wandering the boundary between life and death, was itself a nightmare made manifest.
The monster rose its massive body and stood trembling upon the Grassland, casting its shadow across the expanse. Beneath the creature’s enormous feet lay hundreds of Goblin Soldier corpses, grotesquely crushed and scattered.
The monster turned its heavy head left and right, surveying its surroundings. In that moment, the Grassland was engulfed in the silence of death. The chirping of birds ceased. The rustling of leaves in the wind fell silent. All living creatures seemed to hold their breath in terror.
Only the creature’s harsh, labored breathing pierced the stillness. Its chest rose and fell slowly, its nostrils heaving as it expelled air. The massive lungs sustained life by drawing breath through the mounds of corpses.
I gazed up at my creation with eyes burning with madness. My blue gaze, mingled with intense desire and frenzy, was captivated by the grotesque form of the undead. A repugnant masterpiece crafted by fusing hundreds of Goblin Soldiers—it was the ultimate achievement of my power as a sorcerer.
The colossal undead standing upon the dark Grassland emanated an ominous aura. Its very existence inspired trembling. Between its cracked lips, the stench of putrefied flesh vibrated in the air.
At last, the terrifying giant began to take its first steps forward. As its massive legs pressed down upon the earth, the ground buckled beneath it. The grotesque undead, whose very appearance twisted the stomach, began to move with horrifying convulsions.
It was the moment of the Goblin Soldier Legion’s resurrection.
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The colossal undead Goblin Soldier dragged its massive form slowly across the Grassland.
Boom! Boom-boom!
Each time its putrefied legs pressed down upon the earth, the ground rippled and the Grass Field trembled in all directions. Muscle fibers twisted beneath the green skin, and the sickening sound of creaking bone echoed across the landscape.
The undead opened its broken jaw and looked about. Between its rotted gums, yellowed fangs protruded sharply, and crimson saliva dripped from their tips. From its throat came a thick, viscous fluid accompanied by a stench so foul it seemed to poison the very air.
Hundreds of bloodshot eyes rolled ceaselessly, scanning the surroundings with constant vigilance.
Then, in the distance, a horde of Goblin Soldiers came into the undead’s view. Small, gaunt monsters with green-tinted skin scurried about wielding weapons, cackling and shrieking.
In an instant, the undead’s eyes narrowed with malice. The crimson flesh trembled violently as it wrenched its neck around.
The next moment, the massive creature charged toward the Goblin Soldier horde with lightning speed. The earth was gouged, and vegetation and branches were trampled mercilessly to splinters. The sound of dragging putrid entrails and clattering broken bones assaulted the ears. As the colossal undead surged forward, trailing blue mist, the Goblin Soldiers shrieked in terror.
The undead raised its front limbs and unleashed its razor-sharp claws. Blue energy erupted from its fingertips, radiating terrifying force in all directions. A handful of Goblin Soldiers were engulfed in the blue radiance, and immediately blood cascaded like a waterfall amid their agonized screams. Pulverized flesh and bone fragments scattered through the air. The forms of the Goblin Soldiers, convulsing in pain, were consumed by the horrifying blue light and annihilated. In the moment consciousness fled, all that remained was a moan as though the soul itself were being expelled.
From the undead’s body, the souls of the Goblin Soldiers were drawn inward. The spirits, writhing in agony within the blue mist, were pulled toward the creature’s core. The life force of the dead Goblin Soldiers spiraled and circled, being absorbed into the undead’s very blood. The undead growled with satisfaction as it drank in the essence of life. The monster, striding across the heap of corpses, grew stronger with each passing moment.
Where the blue spirits had vanished, only the remnants of corpses remained. Crushed skulls, severed limbs, and gore-soaked entrails lay scattered about. Eyes that once gleamed with vitality had become hollow voids, staring blankly into nothingness. No trace remained of the Goblin Soldiers who had struggled with the instinct to survive.
From high above, watching this entire scene unfold, a grim smile played across my lips.
“Magnificent.”
The grotesque spectacle also came into view of the players standing at a distance. Among them, as they watched the colossal undead’s carnage with expressions of stunned disbelief, someone murmured in astonishment.
“Incredible….”
It was an exclamation tinged with dread.
“Is that the power of the Necromancer?”
Someone whispered the words under their breath. A being who commanded even death itself through the power of darkness.
At that very moment, the colossal undead that had shimmered faintly in the moonlight ceased its movement. Hundreds of crazed eyes slowly rotated toward the players. A wailing screech tore from its maw.
The players’ hearts plummeted. A bone-chilling terror, glacial and suffocating, ensnared their entire bodies.
“Eek!”
Someone let out a sharp gasp. At the malevolent glare, everyone instinctively shrank back. The madness blazing from the undead’s eyes revealed a pathological obsession with living creatures.
Gripped by terror, the players understood instinctively.
To the colossal undead, they were nothing more than walking prey.
Whoosh.
The undead Goblin Soldier then turned its body toward the players. It began advancing toward them with deliberate slowness.
“Wh… what?”
Seeing this, the players instinctively began backing away. At that moment, the undead Goblin Soldier’s jaws gaped wide. Like a lion seizing its meal, it charged at the players without hesitation.

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