My Skeleton Soldier Is Strange - Chapter 169

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Chapter 169
Grrrrrowwwl!
A colossal scorpion unleashed a thunderous roar. Its multifaceted eyes gleamed with murderous intent, burning with primal fury.
The creature reared its front legs high into the air.
In the next instant, the scorpion charged toward the Undead Legion. With each thunderous strike of its powerful legs against the earth, dust spiraled upward in violent whirlwinds, and the ground trembled violently.
Rat-a-tat-tat!
Hundreds of skeletal soldiers from the Undead Legion shrieked and rushed forward. Spears and swords forged from bleached bone cut through the air like lightning. Bone clashed against steel with sharp, metallic rings. Yet these strikes proved utterly futile against the creature’s hardened carapace. The attacks scattered harmlessly in all directions.
Whoosh!
Then came the scorpion’s tail, slicing through the air with devastating force. Strong as tempered chain, it whipped with blinding speed, striking countless skeletal soldiers with brutal efficiency.
Crash!
With the sound of shattering bone, hundreds of undead were hurled backward without mercy. Shattered skulls scattered through the air like macabre confetti, and broken weapons tumbled across the sand.
“We need something stronger.”
At Kim Jae-beom’s words, Arulan responded with a clicking sound of his jawbone beneath his skull mask—a hollow, rhythmic clatter.
Without hesitation, Arulan pressed his palm against the ground. The moment his hand made contact with the earth, a sinister wind swept past, and an eerie chill permeated the air. From his fingertips, tendrils of dark energy began to seep forth.
Pitch-black mist rose up around Arulan at its center. In the blink of an eye, darkness consumed the entire field of vision.
Crack, crack!
With ominous sounds, fissures began spreading across the ground in all directions. Wherever the mist seeped, the earth groaned and split open, revealing deep, shadowy chasms.
Rumble…
At that moment, accompanied by an eerie wail, two massive shadows rose from the earth itself. What clawed its way through the dust and soil bore a form utterly alien to humanity.
“Uuuaaahhh!”
With an ear-splitting roar, two Undead Ogres suddenly emerged into view. Their massive bodies were wrapped in scarred, lifeless flesh that had long since lost all vitality. Their bloodshot eyes blazed with the characteristic crimson glow of the undead.
Each wielded an iron mace in one hand.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Kicking up clouds of desert sand, the Undead Ogres charged toward the scorpion.
Their powerful legs drove through the sand with relentless force.
The wind howled as it was torn apart by their massive forms, creating a piercing whistle.
The speed was terrifying.
Veins bulged from the hands gripping the iron maces, and their eyes blazed with a burning, murderous intent.
As the two monsters rushed toward each other, a scorching tension crackled through the air like electricity. Even the atmosphere seemed to grow cold.
Boom!
Breathing with bestial ferocity, the Undead Ogres collided headlong with the scorpion’s hardened shell. As their massive forms crashed together, a deafening roar shook the earth. The violent impact sent sand particles scattering in all directions.
The scorpion refused to yield. It spread its pincers—sharp as a beast’s fangs—and charged toward the Ogre. Its crimson eyes blazed with savage madness.
With a sharp, metallic screech, the Undead Ogre and the scorpion became locked in combat across the desert floor. Blood sprayed wildly, and bestial roars assaulted the ears.
The Ogre relentlessly squeezed the stubborn scorpion with all its might, while the scorpion, sustained by its tenacious vitality, lashed out with venomous fangs dripping with deadly poison. Neither creature yielded even an inch, each determined to crush the other. In that moment of brutal hand-to-hand combat, the desert shrouded by twilight had truly become a battlefield of hell itself.
Even during their fierce engagement with the scorpion, the Undead Ogres exchanged glances, seeming to communicate something wordlessly. Their wide-open eyes flashed with crimson light.
“Kroooar!”
Then, suddenly, both Ogres moved in unison, beginning to lift the scorpion’s body off the ground. As if born for this singular purpose, they coordinated with remarkable precision. Their arms, where bone and muscle writhed, possessed strength beyond imagination.
Heedless of the creature’s immense weight, the Ogres hurled the scorpion skyward with a terrifying roar. Truly, only the undead—beings no longer bound by the limitations of living flesh—could accomplish such superhuman feats.
The scorpion flailed its writhing legs as it soared toward the heavens. Its scarlet exoskeleton gleamed brilliantly in the sunlight. After ascending to a great height, the scorpion hovered briefly in the air before gravity’s relentless pull overcame it, and it began its inevitable plunge.
The colossal monster plummeted with devastating force. The scorpion thrashed its legs in terror, yet there was no escape from this freefall.
Boom!
A thunderous collision erupted, and a devastating shockwave swept across the desert in all directions. The sonic blast battered my ears, while swirling clouds of sand obscured my vision. Sharp gusts of wind tore across my entire body.
The deafening roar that split the heart of the desert sounded like the knell of the world’s end. From within the pit—carved to a depth that could swallow a colossal prison—an ominous column of sand spiraled upward. In its center, the limp silhouette of the scorpion hung motionless. All signs of life seemed to have vanished.
Then, the drooping body of the scorpion began to twitch faintly. Life flickered within the creature I had thought defeated.
In that instant, an unbelievable sight unfolded. The scorpion’s body, emerging from the dust, began splitting in two before my very eyes.
Through the slowly widening gap, an enigmatic object bathed in crimson radiance gradually revealed itself. The writhing form, as if breaking through a hardened shell, was both wondrous and grotesque.
The scorpion was undergoing a molt at an incredible speed. Its emergence from the ancient carapace resembled a complete metamorphosis—a rebirth.
As the shattered shell crumbled away, a scorpion of incomparable magnitude took its place. The new exoskeleton gleamed with an even more vivid crimson luster.
Monstrously enlarged in body and sharper in its pincers, this newly reborn scorpion appeared more formidable than ever before.
The scorpion rose powerfully to its feet. With its compound eyes wide open, it fixed its gaze upon the Undead Ogres that had felled it. Its eyes blazed with intensified murderous intent and fury.
Screech!
With an ear-splitting sound, the colossal scorpion’s tail slashed through the air. Covered in freshly shed scales, the tail gleamed like tempered steel.
The tail, lined with razor-sharp edges, was wielded with tremendous force, its trajectory so swift it blurred beyond perception.
Crack!
The massive, club-like tail struck the bodies of the Undead Ogres with devastating force. The sickening sound of bone and flesh shattering and crumbling echoed with chilling clarity.
Under the terrifying impact, the Undead Ogres were hurled helplessly into the air. They were sent flying, cutting through the wind and tumbling far across the sand. Their limp bodies rolling across the desert were a pitiful sight.
Watching the Undead Ogres crumple to the ground, I furrowed my brow. Victory seemed impossible at this rate.
“This won’t do.”
I muttered with a sharp click of my tongue, then slowly reached my hand behind my back.
With a grasping motion, a cool metallic object materialized in my hand—my trusted weapon, the steel staff.
Feeling the substantial weight as I drew forth the staff, I fixed my gaze upon the scorpion. Our eyes met, burning with hostility.
Boom!
“Hiyah!”
With a shout, I surged forward with powerful strides. My form, kicking up sand as I charged, was both bold and nimble.
Cutting through the wind as I closed the distance to the scorpion, my grip tightened on the staff, which radiated a killing intent.
As the gap narrowed, I launched myself boldly into the air. Propelled by the tremendous force from my legs, I soared high and tore through the sky at tremendous speed.
My assault toward the scorpion resembled a beast pouncing upon its prey. In mid-air, I raised the steel staff above my head with both hands.
Whoosh!
The steel staff descended with a piercing whistle, cutting through the wind. It hurtled toward the scarlet scorpion’s head.
In the blink of an eye, the scorpion raised its tail to block the grey staff. Steel met hardened chitin with a sharp, grinding crack.
The scorpion’s tail and my staff locked in a tense struggle, neither yielding to the other.

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