My Skeleton Soldier Is Strange - Chapter 177

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Chapter 177
Crimson mist continued to billow upward in endless waves. The blood-red smoke surging from the deep, dark Pit consumed everything around it.
Across the desolate land beneath the sky, death’s shadow hung heavy. The red mist perpetually rising from within the Pit resembled fire flowing from the depths of hell itself. The heat was scorching and turbid, intense enough to sear flesh, and the stench of blood mixed with decay that seeped into the nostrils stole one’s breath away.
Something writhed in the darkness. Emerging from within the crimson haze were demons. With unsettling smiles etched across their scarlet faces, adorned with pointed horns and razor-sharp claws, they bore the semblance of human form—yet from their blazing eyes flowed only burning madness. Within their pitch-black pupils churned desires for destruction and slaughter, while their torn mouths revealed the fangs of blood-starved beasts. The muscular frames wrapped in coarse fur, crimson skin, and the foul reek of their breath—all spoke of primal savagery.
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat!
With snarling roars, the red demons lunged toward the Undead Legion. Their movements, wild as famished beasts, were relentless and ferocious. Sand dust scattered with lightning-quick footwork, and death’s aura emanated from claws that tore through the air. Greedy eyes, ragged breathing, and blood-hungry instinct made them savage. The way they descended upon the undead horde like a wolf pack was terrifying.
“Attack.”
A quiet command flowed from Kim Jae-beom’s lips. His cold, emotionless eyes gleamed with killing intent.
Clack-a-clack-clack!
Without hesitation, the Undead Legion surged toward the demons. Eerie roars and the clash of metal intertwined, shaking the Dark Forest. In the hollow eye sockets of skeletal soldiers, flames of vengeance flickered, and hands gripping blades trembled with the hunger for slaughter. The iron mace wielded by the undead Ogre unleashed devastating power. The massive Giant Scorpion, armored in brilliant crimson carapace, lunged at the demons with pincers poised to tear out hearts.
The sound of swords and spears colliding and shattering, flesh being torn—assaulted the ears. Torrents of blood erupted, and shattered bone scattered. It was a fierce melee where neither side yielded. Blades glinting in the darkness. Screams of terror and cries of agony. Heads severed, limbs torn away. Upon the blood-soaked ground, crimson rivers flowed like torrents. Even amid the endless feast of slaughter, the two forces clawed and bit at each other without retreating an inch.
The Battlefield, where death and the stench of blood mingled. The frenzied collision of writhing undead and demons never ceased for a moment. Corpses slowly dying and the anguished wails of final breaths tangled together. Limbs scattered, bones shattered and rolled across the ground.
Whoosh.
Then Arulan stretched both hands forward. From the skull’s mouth, curved in an eerie smile, dark incantations began to flow. Hissing, ominous whispers vibrated the air, and low murmurs summoning death echoed across the Battlefield. From eye sockets impossibly deep poured forth unspeakable terror. Bizarre luminescence flickered at the tips of withered fingers. Between decayed fangs, a crimson tongue slithered forth, licking the air.
From Arulan’s fingertips, jet-black mist rose. The foul-smelling dark smoke exhaled the curse-laden aura that strangled the breath of the living. The swirling darkness spread at unstoppable speed, instantly engulfing the demon horde. Like something alive, the writhing black veil became a suffocating trap, clenching around them. The pitch-black mist was cold and heavy, like the touch of a resentful corpse. Suffocating chill crushed the lungs, and bone-deep cold burrowed into the marrow.
Enveloped in the black mist, the demons shrieked. Their faces turned ashen as they convulsed in suffocating agony.
―!
Their wide eyes filled with terror, they bared snow-white teeth and screamed in horror. As death’s aura was sucked into their throats, they gasped desperately and resisted in vain. Gripped by the terror of strangulation, they wandered through the mist with wild, crazed eyes. Twisting limbs, they fought against the fear of death, but it was only a matter of time before the darkness consumed them. Their struggles weakened. Life gradually drained from their clouded eyes.
Caught in the suffocating aura, the demons’ movements grew sluggish. Though they thrashed with effort, it was only a matter of time before they fell into death’s abyss. The Undead Legion, seizing the opening, broke through the demon horde in one devastating surge.
The sound of crushing bone, the sickening noise of flesh being shredded—tore through the night sky. The undead Ogre’s iron mace shattered a demon’s skull into fragments, and the Giant Scorpion’s pincers tore a demon’s torso in two. Skeletal soldiers’ blades mercilessly pierced enemy hearts. One by one, two by two, the demons’ lives were snuffed out by cold steel. The death cries of dying things in the darkness. Flesh and bone crushed, torn, burst, shattered. Their final, pitiful screams scattered into the void, unheard by anyone.
In the blink of an eye, the demons were slaughtered. Corpses with severed necks and torn limbs created a sea of blood. Shattered bones and pulverized flesh formed a gore-reeking mire. Amid the horrific carnage, dying demons convulsed, vomiting blood. Their final screams and moans made the air tremble. Eyes bulging with burst blood vessels. Trembling fingers gushing blood. Coarse foam dribbled from their necks, and bile oozed from twisted lips. At last, the motionless bodies dissolved into the cold night air.
The frenzied battle had ended. Blood seeped into the blackened earth. Where demon corpses lay scattered, whispers of death lingered. Only eerie silence descended, cutting through the cold air. An unsettling aura enveloped everything.
Then it happened.
Thud… thud… thud.
Arulan advanced slowly. Treading upon the demon corpses scattered at his feet, he stood towering in the darkness. With a face devoid of fear, he thrust both hands forcefully forward. His tattered robe billowed, and withered fingers clawed at empty air.
In that instant, jet-black mist began to erupt from Arulan’s palms. The dark aura, infused with chilling cold, spiraled outward in all directions. The mist summoning death consumed the earth, leaving eerie whispers in its wake.
―Uuuuuuuung!
The corpses of demons enveloped in black mist underwent a grotesque transformation. Flesh bloated with bruises melted away, revealing skeletal frames. The shattered bones realigned themselves, regaining form. Trampling the blood-stained earth, demon skulls announced their resurrection.
From hollow eye sockets, flickering red radiance bloomed. Jagged fangs jutted from shattered jaws. Flesh crawling upward reeked of blood, pulsing with dark crimson veins.
The resurrected demons, now undead, slowly rose. Moving their creaking joints and shattered bones, they faced Kim Jae-beom with expressionless faces. Then, in an instant, they surged forward and knelt. Skulls emanating an eerie aura bowed their heads solemnly.
Now the demons were no longer free beings. Existing in a liminal state between living and dead, they would obey only Kim Jae-beom’s commands.
Kim Jae-beom gazed coldly upon the demons arrayed before him. From his lifeless eyes flowed his command.
“Guide me to the Pit.”
His words were concise, yet they carried an irresistible force.
The undead demons threw themselves forward without hesitation. Roaring fiercely, they raced toward the Great Chasm from which crimson mist billowed.
Crash!
One group of demons hurled themselves into the deep, dark abyss first. Another group followed, plunging into the Pit.
Watching his subordinates fall into the Pit without hesitation, Kim Jae-beom gazed into the abyss for a moment. Then, without pause, he took a step forward. Knowing no fear, he threw himself toward the Pit.
Whoooosh―
The instant Kim Jae-beom’s body fell into the crimson mist, a flash erupted. Black light streaming from the darkness enveloped his form.
―A deep, resonant hum echoed through the void!
As Kim Jae-beom continued his descent into the Pit, waves of black light consumed him relentlessly.
Yet a smile played across Kim Jae-beom’s face. He could sense instinctively that the bottom of the Pit was drawing ever closer.
With that knowledge, he spread his arms wide and plummeted downward without hesitation.

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