My Skeleton Soldier Is Strange - Chapter 179

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Chapter 179
Cracks began spreading across the demon’s emerald barrier. What started as hairline fractures deepened and widened with each passing moment. Finally, when the fissures reached their limit, the shield shattered into a thousand pieces, erupting in a deafening explosion. As jade-colored fragments scattered in all directions, the demon’s form was revealed within.
As if he had been waiting for this moment, Kim Jae-beom raised both hands and summoned more crimson spheres. Blazing red flames ignited above his palms, and in an instant, dozens of scorching orbs materialized in the air. It was a magnificent sight—like a meteor shower of red light painting the night sky.
At Kim Jae-beom’s gesture, the spheres shot toward the demon like arrows. The heat radiating from each sphere made the air shimmer. The sight was both majestic and terrifying.
The moment the spheres struck the demon’s body, a tremendous explosion erupted. Shockwaves rippled outward in all directions, and blinding flashes illuminated the darkness. A colossal pillar of flame shot skyward with the blast. Scorching winds swept across the surroundings.
As the smoke cleared, the demon’s body lay in grotesque ruin. Flesh was torn and gouged, gushing crimson blood from countless wounds. Exposed bone and severed organs created a sight so horrific it stopped the breath. From its severed limbs, blood fountained like geysers.
“Krraaaaaaagh!”
Consumed by agony, the demon threw its head back and shrieked. It was a wretched, anguished cry. Within that sound mingled torment, despair, and fury. The scream, accompanied by violent convulsions, shook the Abyss itself, its echoes reverberating in all directions.
Seizing the moment, the Undead Legion surged forward as one toward the demon. Hundreds of skeletal soldiers charged with swords and spears raised high. The eerie clatter of bone and the ring of metal filled the Battlefield. They tore at the demon with teeth and claws in frenzied abandon. Flesh and blood sprayed in every direction.
An Undead Ogre’s iron mace shattered the demon’s skull. The legless demon screamed and collapsed. But the undead showed no mercy. They descended upon the fallen creature and unleashed a concentrated barrage of attacks.
Ultimately, the Undead Legion’s relentless assault overwhelmed the demon. Only a mangled heap of unrecognizable flesh remained. The demon, having shed all its blood, gradually ceased its movements, then slowly sank into the Abyss.
After a prolonged and brutal battle, the demon was utterly destroyed. Cries of victory echoed through the Abyss. The Undead Legion clattered their bones in celebration. From their crimson eyes blazed renewed determination.
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Kim Jae-beom and his Undead Legion marched endlessly through a Corridor shrouded in darkness. Cutting through the frigid air, they advanced deeper into the depths. Hundreds of footsteps created an ominous echo in the blackness. The heavy tread of skeletal soldiers with hollow eye sockets, the metallic ring of corroded armor colliding, the crimson bloodlust emanating from gleaming blades and spear tips—they were an army of death advancing toward an unseen terror.
The end of the Ancient Tunnel began to appear. A faint light shone from a distant exit. The legion’s pace quickened. Dust-covered armor and skeletal frames clattered as they moved faster.
At last, Kim Jae-beom and his forces emerged from the Corridor. The thick darkness gradually lifted, and their vision opened. Before them stretched an endless expanse of Grassland. Blue grass swayed in gentle waves upon the breeze. Across the vast plain extending to the horizon lay only silence. An army of death stood in the midst of the vibrant, living land—a stark and terrible contrast.
Turning his head, Kim Jae-beom’s gaze fell upon a familiar silhouette. Someone with an identical appearance stood in the distance. A figure composed of pure shadow—it was unmistakably Kim Jae-beom’s doppelgänger. Eyes gleaming with crimson light fixed their gaze upon him. From those two red orbs flowed an eerie, unsettling madness.
The doppelgänger’s hand grasped something at its waist—a staff of absolute darkness. It resembled the staff Kim Jae-beom carried, yet from it emanated a chilling aura. An atmosphere of fear, despair, and agony pervaded the air. The doppelgänger’s pale knuckles stood out starkly as it gripped the staff.
The doppelgänger, wearing a cold smile, began charging toward Kim Jae-beom. Its approach, raising a whirlwind as it rushed forward like an arrow, was almost demonic. With ragged breaths, it charged ferociously, and the Grassland trembled beneath its footsteps. Blue grass was swept and scattered by the wind, and the echo of thundering footfalls reverberated across the earth.
“This is fun.”
Kim Jae-beom muttered as he sprinted toward his doppelgänger. A strange smile played at his lips. Intense determination blazed in his eyes.
The doppelgänger, radiating cold killing intent, and Kim Jae-beom, wreathed in crimson energy, collided on the Grassland. Their staffs clashed with tremendous force. A heavy sound and brilliant flashes erupted. The ground shook violently, and the air seemed to split with a deafening roar.
With fierce momentum, they pushed against each other, and the blood battle began. Both launched skyward, kicking off the earth, and collided in mid-air. Their staffs clashed like lightning. Amid the cacophony of metal, flashes and sparks scattered in all directions. Their bodies blurred as they exchanged attacks with razor-thin margins. Movements so fast their speed became imperceptible, wind sharp as blades cutting through the air.
Within the endless exchange of attacks and defenses, neither yielded. They charged forward with the resolve of death, then retreated. They probed for openings, striking and withdrawing in rhythm. They closed the distance until breath came in gasps, then suddenly separated. They collided and parted, then tangled again—a deadly dance.
Their exchange continued like an evenly matched tug of war. Even after a prolonged engagement, no victor emerged. Within extreme tension, neither gave an inch as they pressed their assault. Only the sharp ring of steel and their cold, measured breaths filled the air.
The shadow briefly retreated, then extended its right hand into the void. From its palm, a sphere of absolute darkness slowly materialized. The shadowy aura that disturbed the air created an eerie vibration. As the sphere grew, the surrounding atmosphere became heavier and colder.
Upon seeing the black sphere, Kim Jae-beom’s eyes blazed crimson. Without hesitation, he extended both hands forward and created a scarlet sphere. Vivid, intense red light rippled from his hands. A vibrant crimson aura, burning like living flame, illuminated everything around him.
In that instant, the shadow’s black sphere came hurtling forward. The obsidian orb raised a whirlwind as it flew toward Kim Jae-beom.
Its speed was tremendous. The air twisted, and darkness rippled.
The pupils of both figures facing each other flickered. Kim Jae-beom, as if he had been waiting for this exact moment, hurled his crimson sphere toward the shadow.
The scarlet sphere, burning with fury, roared forward. The two colliding forces rushed toward each other like madness incarnate. Red flame and black mist tangled, creating a vortex of chaos.
And finally, the two spheres collided in mid-air.
Aaaaaaaaaagh―!
A deafening roar accompanied a massive explosion. Shockwaves tore across the Grassland. Tremendous heat poured outward in all directions. Red flames engulfed the sky, and black smoke shot high into the heavens.
Everything around seemed to burn. From the center of the explosion, a towering pillar of flame shook the earth and made the heavens tremble. Thick dust and ash scattered everywhere. The blue grass evaporated where it stood.
It was then.
“Arulan.”
A cold voice broke the silence. The black shadow, its face expressionless, murmured while staring into the void.
The moment his voice faded, a new shadow appeared in the air. It was Arulan. Yet he was not a being of substance. He too was merely a phantom composed of shadow.
Shadow Arulan slowly extended both hands toward the ground. Just before his palms touched the earth, shadowy mist began to pour forth from them.
Pitch-black mist spread rapidly in all directions, engulfing the surroundings with an ominous aura. A suffocating dread pressed down upon the air itself.
As the mist cleared, a wondrous yet terrifying sight was revealed. Dozens of skeletal soldiers materialized in the void—phantoms composed entirely of shadow.
Clad in armor and helms black as the abyss, they were death incarnate. An eerie luminescence emanated from their pristine bones. Their hollow eye sockets held infinite emptiness. The blades and spears slung across their shoulders radiated a chilling killing intent.
Specters existing only as shadow—neither living nor dead. Death’s servants, summoned by the power of darkness, had revealed themselves.

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