My Skeleton Soldier Is Strange - Chapter 160

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Chapter 160
I swept across the Desolate Rocky Area, conjuring a gale with my mana. Life’s essence had long since vanished from the Barren Valley. Among the scattered gray remnants, no living being could be found. A cold, biting wind swept through, carrying the fallen dust in its wake.
I came to an abrupt halt, my gaze sweeping across the desolate valley. A low, heavy voice emerged from between my lips.
“Arulan.”
My subdued voice cut through the silence. Simultaneously, crimson mana began to surge and roil across my entire body. The scarlet aura enveloping my surroundings quickly dissolved into darkness. That blackened essence writhed like a living thing, gradually taking form.
The grotesquely twisted mana slowly revealed its outline. A skull being sculpted from the darkness. Soon, the completed form was none other than my loyal subordinate, Arulan.
The skull mage, crafted from darkness, responded in a low voice.
“Clack, clack.”
With the sound of rattling bones, Arulan bent his right knee. His posture was suffused with absolute obedience and loyalty.
Flames flickered in the Necromancer’s eyes as I gazed down imperiously at my subordinate. After a brief silence, I continued in a grave tone.
“Rise.”
My command sliced through the air. The moment those words echoed, Arulan rose without the slightest hesitation. The sound of his skeletal frame rattling accompanied his every movement.
His eye sockets were fixed upon me. I looked down at my loyal servant and spoke in an indifferent tone.
“Summon Dekiran.”
It was a concise and direct command. Arulan responded with the clacking of teeth, signifying obedience. The next moment, he swung his withered arm, veins visible beneath the desiccated flesh, toward the empty air.
Immediately, dark energy surged from Arulan’s fingertips. It coalesced into pitch-black fog, thick as ink. One, two. In an instant, hundreds of shadowy spheres filled the void.
Enveloped in black mist, they moved violently in a whirlwind. Colliding and tangling with fierce momentum, they clustered together. The spheres fused with viscous slowness.
In the blink of an eye, their true form began to reveal itself. A shape gradually taking form within the black clouds. What emerged from the dissipating mist was none other than a dual-wielding skeletal warrior.
A terrifying skull clad in pitch-black armor. It was Dekiran.
Dekiran, having completed his summoning, knelt on his right knee just as Arulan had. His bearing radiated nothing but loyalty to his master.
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Twenty minutes of dungeon exploration. My Undead Legion and I ventured deep into the labyrinthine passages.
Before us, hundreds of cold, metallic blades drifted slowly through the air. The gleaming edges pointed in different directions.
Zing!
In that instant, the floating blades changed direction with eerie swiftness. A metallic wave crashed down upon me in unison.
Dekiran positioned himself before me as my shield. Without hesitation, he crossed his blades to block. An eerie metallic screech rang out as tremendous force collided blade against blade.
Dekiran’s hands moved violently, wielding his dual swords. The blades flashed like lightning, resembling a tempest. His precise and decisive strikes reduced the enemy’s weapons to dust.
Metal fragments scattered violently, and pulverized metal rained down. In moments, the remains of countless blades piled at Dekiran’s feet.
I observed the battle with cold eyes. My face bore a composed smile, confident in the outcome.
“I can entrust this to Dekiran.”
The treacherous dungeon conquest proceeded smoothly as anticipated. Everything unfolded according to my plan.
The scattered remnants of blades lay strewn across the ground from Dekiran’s fierce assault. The broken and shattered edges were unrecognizable in their original form. Yet, remarkably, at that very moment, an anomaly began.
The fragmented metal began to move of its own accord. Drawn by a powerful force, they converged toward a single center.
Soon, the scattered debris vanished, and in its place, an impossibly massive blade revealed itself. A grand greatsword that boasted a size incomparable to the original blades.
The colossal sword swung its enormous blade and charged at Dekiran with fierce momentum. Moving with lightning speed, it bore down upon the undead in a manner that inspired awe. The next instant, the blade tore through the skeleton warrior’s body.
“!”
A cry of anguish burst from Dekiran’s mouth at the terrible pain. The sword pierced through the undead’s body. Black blood gushed from the wound. In that fleeting moment, a sharp cry pierced through the darkness from me.
“Now!”
As if I had been waiting for this very moment, I swiftly drew a steel staff from my robes. With rapid movements, I thrust the weapon forward.
Engulfed in brilliant blue mana flames, I charged toward the greatsword. Tremendous energy surged around me.
The steel staff I swung cleaved through the air. With a thunderous boom, it came crashing down upon the massive blade’s midsection.
Clang!
A sharp metallic impact assaulted my ears. The blade trembled under the force of the blow, fractures beginning to spider across its surface. Hairline cracks spread like a web in an instant, then consumed the entire blade.
Crack!
Blue fissures raced along the blade. Through the gaps, an increasingly brilliant azure light erupted forth—a terrifying power that split the sword asunder.
Shattering, crumbling, fragmenting into countless pieces. The colossal weapon destroyed by my mana. Metal shards scattered in all directions, suspended like dust in the air.
“Hah.”
The massive sword lay in ruins, shattered by the steel staff. I examined the remains meticulously. Each fragment of the broken blade still radiated a faint aura, as if power lingered within.
My gaze shifted, and Dekiran came into view. The undead lay collapsed, its body impaled by the colossal sword. Pitch-black blood continued to gush from the wound. Its lifeless form grew increasingly translucent, losing coherence with each passing moment.
Yet my face betrayed no emotion. Instead, I spoke to Dekiran in a calm, indifferent tone.
“Rest for now.”
Even as its life force drained away, Dekiran nodded slowly. In an instant, its body transformed into wisps of shadow and dissolved into the air.
I didn’t even blink at the sight of my subordinate fading away. I immediately called out a new name.
“Arulan.”
The skeletal mage hastened to my side at my summons. Its blazing eye sockets fixed upon me.
I gestured toward the metal fragments scattered across the ground and posed a question.
“Can you undeadify these blades as well?”
Arulan fell silent as if contemplating, then nodded with a clicking sound.
It extended its gaunt, pallid fingers toward the remains. Dark energy began to pour forth from its fingertips. A sinister malevolence rippled through the air, coiling around the broken blades in a vortex.
Pop-pop-pop!
Under Arulan’s incantations, the sword fragments rapidly reformed. The scattered metal pieces writhed of their own accord, crawling toward one another. As if drawn by an invisible force, the debris converged toward the center at tremendous speed.
Before long, the shattered blade had regained its original form. Yet it was now an entirely different entity.
The heavy mass of steel was consumed by an absolute darkness. That color evoked the deepest depths of an abyss. No trace of vitality emanated from the blade—only negative, shadowy energy rose from it.
From the steel, now entirely blackened, an unsettling power radiated outward. Malice and hostility so intense they seemed to shake the very atmosphere itself enveloped it. It was an eerie aura, as if the resentful spirit of one wrongfully slain dwelled within, thirsting for vengeance.
I gazed upon the resurrected blade of darkness. My lips curled upward in a satisfied smile. The sword that Arulan had revived was more powerful and captivating to me than anything else could be.
Whoosh.
I grasped the blade.
Hum!
Then I swung the black-light-emitting sword through the empty air.
Crack!
In that instant, black lightning erupted from the blade’s edge, spreading across all the ground around me.
Crackle-crackle-crackle!
Countless bolts of lightning burst forth.
A smile spread across my face as I witnessed this.

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