My Skeleton Soldier Is Strange - Chapter 168

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Chapter 168
Kim Jae-beom’s emergence from the Underground alongside the crimson spheres containing golden equipment was nothing short of overwhelming. Dozens of scarlet orbs encircling him blazed like miniature suns, casting brilliant light across the surroundings. Brimming with pulsating energy, the spheres drifted gracefully through the air in perfect synchronization with his footsteps.
The golden equipment safely preserved within the spheres drew involuntary gasps of admiration. The armor and helm, possessing a breathtaking beauty, radiated brilliant luminescence and exuded an air of majesty. The weapons, forged from gold and etched with ornate embellishments, shimmered with an enigmatic radiance.
Upon reaching the surface, I flicked my hand toward the spheres. Even that subtle gesture elicited an immediate response.
As though reading my intentions, the spheres rotated and descended toward the earth. Tracing smooth arcs through the air, they settled with meticulous care precisely where I indicated.
Observing the spheres that had completed their task, I called upon my steadfast ally standing behind me.
“Arulan.”
The name carried a commanding tone, laden with unspoken authority.
“Click-clack.”
Arulan answered by striking his skeletal jaw together. The sound echoed hollowly through the air. From within that terrifying skull mask, azure eyes emanated an incomprehensible aura.
Following Arulan’s response, a chilling phenomenon began to manifest around him. What initially appeared as wispy smoke gradually intensified, transforming into a complete veil of absolute darkness. Emanating an aura of dread, the mist enveloped Arulan’s form. The black fog, reeking of death, swirled outward, consuming everything in its path.
A grotesque wave of shadow filled my entire vision.
Then, within the mist, an astonishing transformation commenced. From the darkness, slender black tendrils erupted upward.
What began as mere strands rapidly multiplied in number. Within moments, hundreds of black appendages moved with unified precision, sweeping through empty space. They writhed ferociously, tearing through the damp, frigid mist.
The black tentacles lunged directly toward the dozens of crimson spheres resting upon the ground. With swift and dexterous movements, the dark tendrils ensnared the spheres. The supple yet resilient black branches wove an intricate web as fine as spider silk. In the blink of an eye, the scarlet spheres were securely encased within black cocoons. The mist provided a gentle yet flawless protective barrier, leaving not a single blemish upon the spheres’ surfaces.
The black tendrils, having completely enveloped the spheres, began to slowly retract into the mist. The crimson energy spheres vanished one by one into the darkness. As they disappeared into the fog, they became invisible to the naked eye.
The mist, having consumed all the scarlet spheres, gradually lost its form. It faded progressively, eventually dissipating without leaving a trace. Along with it, the spheres themselves vanished from sight. Now they were stored in a mysterious dimension that only Arulan could access.
Observing the spectacle, I murmured with profound satisfaction.
“Excellent. They’re well preserved.”
My voice carried conviction and anticipation.
“Click-clack.”
Arulan briefly responded by striking his yellowed skeletal jaw together.
“Now that I think about it, I have that.”
In that moment, I reached into empty space as though recalling something.
Following my gesture, a remarkable transformation began to unfold in the air. Space itself fractured, creating a rift.
Golden radiance poured forth from the crevice. And within that dazzling brilliance, a mysterious object materialized. It was a Return Stone.
Without hesitation, I extended my right hand and seized the Return Stone. The crystalline surface transmitted a formidable power through my palm.
I poured my strength into the Return Stone. Intense willpower and magical force flowed into the crystal. In an instant, the Return Stone erupted with brilliant luminescence and shattered. From the fragmented crystal, torrents of azure energy surged forth.
Magical power propagated across the earth. The blue energy traced regular patterns, forming an incantation circle upon the ground.
The magic circle was soon complete. A dazzlingly magnificent pattern sprawled across the earth. It was a gateway leading to Arhan City.
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The vortex, which had poured forth with blinding intensity, gradually subsided. I descended softly onto the earth like mist. The vista unfolding before my eyes was nothing short of breathtakingly expansive.
Grass blades fluttering in the breeze made a striking impression.
Tap-tap….
An unfamiliar sound suddenly echoed from behind, prompting me to turn. Yet there stood Arulan, his skeletal helm and eerie armor a stark contrast to the peaceful landscape.
I addressed Arulan with a satisfied smile.
“Summon the Undead Legion.”
Arulan, without hesitation, produced a “click-clack” sound and assumed a posture of obedience. The dry sound reverberating from his jaw left an unsettling echo across this tranquil Grassland.
Darkness emanated from Arulan’s entire being. Black mist began swirling around him. The fog gradually spread outward, consuming the earth as it expanded. Growing increasingly fierce, it soon engulfed the entire surroundings. As my vision turned pitch black, something stirred within the mist.
Eerie silhouettes began to emerge one by one from the abyss. They were soldiers composed of bone. Accompanied by the chilling click-clack of bleached skeletons, they materialized in orderly formation. Crimson radiance flowed from their hollow eye sockets, while countless fractures and cracks marred their skeletal joints. Their hands bore ancient weapons of death hanging in abundance. Hundreds of undead soldiers stood arrayed in silence, inspiring awe itself. They were the Legion of Darkness, awaiting only their master’s command.
Gazing upon the overwhelming Undead Legion, Kim Jae-beom couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. Then he murmured to himself.
“Since I’m a Necromancer, there’s no issue with commanding an army of this scale.”
His soliloquy carried neither arrogance nor hostility—merely a desire to showcase what it meant to be a Necromancer.
Kim Jae-beom advanced confidently toward Arhan City, the Undead Legion at his command. Hundreds of skeletal soldiers marched in disciplined formation across the Grassland, flanking him on both sides.
The sight of their advance was grotesque.
Colossal scorpion monsters emerged in the path of the skeleton legion. With crimson carapaces and razor-sharp pincers, they lunged ferociously at the undead soldiers. Yet to the Undead Legion, such creatures were nothing more than insignificant prey.
The skeletal soldiers wielded their blades mercilessly against the scorpion swarm. Weapons forged from bone pierced through the monsters’ hardened shells, reducing them to mangled corpses. The creatures’ anguished shrieks tangled and dispersed in the air like shoulders brushing past one another. Blood and viscera drenched the Grassland’s grass, painting a canvas of brutal slaughter.
Behind the Undead Legion, Kim Jae-beom and Arulan strolled leisurely—a stark contrast to the carnage unfolding ahead. With serene expressions, they observed the massacre as though enjoying a peaceful outing, utterly unmoved even amidst the throes of war.
“At this rate, there won’t be a dull moment.”
Kim Jae-beom murmured playfully, unable to conceal his satisfaction at the sight of his formidable Undead Legion.
Arulan responded with a “click-click” sound, as if in agreement with his master’s words.
The skeletal soldiers’ advance continued as though possessed by divine fervor. Even amidst the corpses blanketing the Grassland, they never faltered. The Necromancer’s march toward Arhan City trampled all obstacles beneath its heel.
As the Undead Legion’s advance reached its zenith, the earth suddenly convulsed violently. As though a colossal beast were awakening from slumber, the ground undulated and wailed. Tremors of the crust began erupting beneath the skeletal soldiers’ feet.
A deafening rumble and crash!
A shockwave swept across the Grassland, shaking everything in its wake. With a terrifying roar, a massive chasm tore open across the ground. A deep, dark fissure spread rapidly, splitting the earth’s surface. Within moments, the rift transformed into a treacherous precipice.
Crack, crack, crack!
In that instant, something emerged from the colossal chasm that had split the earth. What began as a faint movement gradually took on a more distinct form. A creature that sent shivers down one’s spine rose above the surface.
―Kiiiieeeeee!
“A scorpion?”
A massive crustacean—a monster bearing the form of a scorpion—crawled forth from the fissure.

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