My Skeleton Soldier Is Strange - Chapter 158

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Chapter 158
At Arulan’s command, the Undead Legion surged forward as one. Skeletal soldiers with exposed bone marrow advanced toward the Pit with lurching, uneven steps.
Hands gripping swords and spears slashed aggressively through the empty air.
A desolate wind swept from the Dungeon entrance. It seemed to carry with it the anguished screams of someone. A chilling, spine-tingling atmosphere enveloped my entire body. Yet the Undead soldiers paid it no mind.
The skeletal soldier at the vanguard gazed into the Pit’s depths. Without hesitation, he took a bold step forward. Then, as if hurling himself into the abyss, he leaped into the Pit.
Thud!
With a heavy sound, the skeleton vanished into the chasm. Dust billowed upward, and debris scattered in all directions.
Following the first skeleton, the Undead soldiers began hurling themselves into the Pit en masse. They threw themselves forward without restraint, as if competing to be the first to enter the Dungeon, their bodies flailing in chaotic abandon.
Thud! Crack! Boom!
An endless succession of collision sounds echoed through the Dungeon. Dozens of Undead crashed simultaneously against the Pit’s floor, creating a deafening cacophony. The sounds of shattering bones and clanging weapons filled the air.
The Undead soldiers fell into the Pit one after another, stacking in layers. Their bodies tangled together as if forming a mountain.
Standing at the Pit’s entrance, Arulan observed the situation with a satisfied expression.
At that very moment, Kim Jae-beom appeared in the air, radiating intense power with crimson wings unfurled.
Kim Jae-beom, billowing a pitch-black robe while tracing elegant curves through the sky. The aura of darkness enveloping the surroundings seemed to testify to his formidable strength. Gradually lowering his altitude, he landed lightly before Arulan.
Facing the Necromancer standing majestically against the blue sky, Arulan bowed respectfully. A creaking sound of bone joints echoed with a sharp crack.
Observing his loyal subordinate’s demeanor, Kim Jae-beom smiled briefly and spoke.
“You’ve worked hard.”
His subdued voice carried considerable weight.
Kim Jae-beom then gestured toward the Pit and continued.
“Let’s head inside.”
At the commanding tone, Arulan nodded once more.
The skeletal sorcerer took a bold step forward. He slowly waved his hand toward empty space. His gestures moved left and right as if wringing the air itself. Darkness began gathering around him.
The rising black aura rapidly took on form and substance.
Soon, something resembling a solid cloud materialized before Arulan, hovering gently. It writhed like a living creature, asserting its presence.
Without hesitation, Arulan climbed onto the cloud. Strangely, the cloud beneath his feet undulated as if alive.
Kim Jae-beom then leaped lightly onto the cloud and stood beside Arulan.
The two figures standing side by side on the cloud seemed to swallow even the Dark Forest’s silence.
Soon, following Arulan’s gestures, the cloud began descending slowly toward the Pit. A gently falling shadow cloud.
The cloud woven from the power of darkness began its slow descent toward the Pit in response to Arulan’s peculiar hand movements.
―Uuuuung….
The mist seeped gently into the abyss, drawing a black curtain behind it. The cloud carrying the two figures moved quietly toward the depths, as if heading toward a predetermined destination.
As I descended along the endless vertical Corridor, I examined the walls with curious eyes. What caught my attention were ancient, mysterious patterns. The reddish stone surfaces were covered with sculptures depicting demons.
While descending on the cloud, the silence surrounding us began to shatter. Dark currents surged from various points along the Corridor’s walls. Lightning-like flashes of dark energy flew silently toward the cloud Arulan rode.
However, before the skilled sorcerer’s expertise, the flow of darkness had no choice but to yield. Arulan gathered the surrounding darkness, kneading the black currents with his hand movements. The energy drawn into the skeleton’s grasp spiraled and was absorbed into the cloud.
Each time the black aura melted into the cloud, its original form began to swell. With each addition of darkness guided by Arulan’s seasoned magic, the cloud’s size grew steadily larger. Countless strands of energy intertwined through the mist. They gradually increased the cloud’s density.
When the lengthy descent finally ended and reached the Corridor’s terminus, the shadow cloud boasted an overwhelming presence. The black mist mass, now several times its original size, filled the space with majestic momentum.
As the mist gradually cleared and my vision opened, Arulan descended to the ground in one swift motion. As his skeletal feet pressed against the earth, the ground trembled faintly. Following behind, Kim Jae-beom descended with fluttering wings and landed with a nimble motion.
Arulan extended his hand once more. Blue magical power bloomed from his withered fingers. Following the incantation, the massive cloud was engulfed in blue flames. The dark aura that seemed to cover the sky began to swirl, drawn by tremendous force.
The cloud rapidly transformed its shape. Energy condensing in an instant, the outline of matter taking solid form. In a flash, the shadow cloud revealed its grand appearance as a colossal shield.
A material reminiscent of heavy metal, a scale that far exceeded Arulan’s height. Patterns on the shield’s surface glowed with radiance.
―A deep, resonant hum echoed through the chamber.
At that moment, a strange phenomenon began to unfold across the shield’s surface. Pitch-black mist slowly seeped outward in wispy tendrils.
As if drawn by the essence of darkness itself, the black fog surged rapidly toward Kim Jae-beom’s body. In an instant, it enveloped his entire form, swirling and coalescing around him. The mist clung to his skin like a second body.
The sight of Kim Jae-beom shrouded in the dark fog was breathtaking. His presence radiated such overwhelming majesty that it stole the breath from anyone who beheld him.
“Ah….”
Kim Jae-beom, gazing upon his armor of mist, let out a sound of admiration.
A soft whisper of movement.
Kim Jae-beom slowly raised his hand and caressed the armor. The sensation beneath his fingertips was peculiar. When he touched the surface that flowed like smoke, an alien feeling washed over him.
But understanding quickly dawned. Though the appearance was that of mist, the parts he touched were as solid and unyielding as genuine armor. A mystical breastplate forged from the essence of darkness. It merely wore the guise of fog, yet it possessed the formidable defensive capabilities of true battle-plate.
“Quite a useful ability indeed.”
Kim Jae-beom, meticulously examining the armor, murmured anew with admiration.
Then, a strange sound suddenly pierced the air.
―A sharp, resonant ring!
The source of that sound was none other than the colossal shield.
The black mist enveloping the shield began to emit light. What started as a faint crimson glow intensified gradually, becoming blindingly brilliant. The captivating red radiance spread across the entire mist armor.
The undulating red light spilled into the void as if pointing toward something. It illuminated a narrow Corridor leading deeper into the Dungeon, marking the way forward.
“Follow the light.”
Kim Jae-beom, observing the strange spectacle, spoke with resolute authority.
Arulan nodded in agreement with his master’s command. With a sound like creaking bone, he clicked his fingers. Then, raising his skeletal hand, he began to gesture toward the empty air.
At the gesture of the skeletal sorcerer, the Undead Legion surged into motion as one. Skeletal soldiers in rusted armor clanked and clattered, swarming forward like a swarm of locusts. They advanced in perfect formation into the passage illuminated by the red light.
At the vanguard of the undead horde stood two colossal creatures. One was an Undead Golem covered in bluish corpse-flesh, and the other was the Minotaur, crowned with magnificent horns.
The massive forms strode through the narrow Corridor, their enormous bodies blocking the passage entirely. Their heavy footfalls echoed against the Dungeon’s walls. The two fearsome creatures emanated an overwhelming presence by their very existence.
Behind them, dozens of skeletal soldiers marched in orderly formation. The bone legion, wielding swords, spears, and hammers, advanced through the silence. Rusted weapons and armor clashed together, creating a cacophony of sound.
The metallic din reverberated through the stillness.
‘No matter what comes…’
Kim Jae-beom had already overcome countless crises. Therefore, I possessed absolute confidence that I would conquer this adventure in the Pit flawlessly.
Thus, I touched the steel staff slung across my back and stepped forward along the path. My face brimmed with unwavering confidence.
Tap! Tap!
And after approximately ten minutes had passed, I and the Undead Legion finally encountered the first obstacle.

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