My Skeleton Soldier Is Strange - Chapter 180

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Novels. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————

Chapter 180
The Specters summoned by Shadow Arulan surged forward with ferocious intensity toward Kim Jae-beom. Skeletal soldiers wrought from the power of darkness emanated an eerie aura as they charged with terrifying momentum. The very earth seemed to tremble beneath the weight of their horrifying advance.
Kim Jae-beom, who had been observing the spectacle, finally spoke.
“Arulan.”
His terse voice carried an undercurrent of tension.
“Clack-clack.”
A response flowed from Arulan’s mouth accompanied by the sound of bone striking bone—a tone brimming with unwavering loyalty.
Without hesitation, he extended his skeletal arm into the void.
In that instant, a dark crimson mist erupted from Arulan’s fingertips like flowing blood. The coarse vapor, suffused with scarlet radiance, coiled and spiraled around everything nearby. The sinister-hued fog churned through the atmosphere, spreading outward in all directions.
As the mist gradually dissipated, a wondrous sight revealed itself. Dozens of massive Ogre undead emerged from within, their anguished wails piercing the air. Their muscular frames gleamed with vivid dark crimson light. The roiling, blood-tinged aura exuded a terrifying oppressive force.
The Ogre undead, wielding colossal iron mauls, began their charge toward the shadow Specters with thunderous footfalls. The earth trembled beneath the weight of their ponderous strides. Unleashing guttural roars, they hurled themselves at their enemies with eyes ablaze with frenzy.
The towering undead Ogres collided with the shadow Specter army. Massive mauls swung through the air, and the clash of blades and spears assaulted the ears. The two legions became entangled in a frenzied dance of carnage. The deafening roar of brutal conflict left echoes of death across the once-peaceful Grassland.
The Ogres, radiating scarlet brilliance, brought devastating force upon the shadow skeletal soldiers. The Specters struck by the swinging mauls shattered into countless fragments. Crushed and splintered bone scattered in all directions.
Yet, indifferent to the fall of their comrades, the shadow undead legion launched a fierce counterattack. Razor-sharp blades forged from shadow flashed like lightning, cleaving through the undead Ogres. Spear points charged with the wrath of the dead pierced through their massive forms.
The battle between these two blood-hungry, maddened legions knew no retreat. Flesh and bone were crushed, torn, and severed. The Grassland, now stained crimson, transformed into a desolate land of horrific death. The ominous energies of scarlet and pitch-black swirled together, creating a battlefield that resembled nothing less than a hellscape.
Under the relentless onslaught of the Ogres, the shadow soldiers began to give ground. Their formations crumbled and scattered. Iron mauls crashed down mercilessly upon the backs of fleeing skeletons. The Specters were trampled and crushed without mercy. The terror of defeat began to grip the shadow legion.
Yet a haunting cry echoing from afar began to shift the tide of battle. It was the summoning magic of Shadow Arulan. From within the pitch-black veil, ever more shadow soldiers emerged. Faced with an endless stream of the undead, the momentum of the undead Ogres began to wane.
The shadow legion’s assault, surging like a tidal wave, was ferocious beyond imagination. Strike one and two emerged; shatter two and four came forth. Overwhelmed by the relentless tide of Specters, the undead Ogres found themselves hard-pressed. Indifferent to their shattered bones and torn flesh, the shadow soldiers pressed forward. Faced with the returning terror of death, the Ogres began to retreat.
The shadow undead legion, now counterattacking, resembled the waves of the sea. Advancing, breaking, and advancing again—the formations of the undead Ogres began to collapse beneath the endless tide of the dead.
Gradually, the Specters summoned by Shadow Arulan’s magic seized control of the Battlefield. As the Ogres retreated, pitch-black spear points drove deep into their forms, and the corpses of fallen giants continued to mount. In the eyes of the shadow soldiers burned the fierce light of impending victory. Their blades gleamed with renewed brilliance.
After the fierce bloodshed, the Ogre legion found itself on the brink of annihilation. Surrounded by relentless Specters and swinging their mauls, the Ogres fell one by one. With their numbers dwindling to merely three or four, the remaining Ogres fought desperately against the Specters, but it was futile. Before the shadow legion, numbering in the dozens, they finally knelt.
Ultimately, the undead Ogre legion was completely destroyed. The Battlefield, where one-sided slaughter had ended, was now shrouded in ominous silence. Trampled corpses and shattered bone created a blood-soaked mire. Dark clouds had begun to gather overhead, and darkness descended upon the land. The victorious shadow undead legion raised their voices in eerie triumph.
Their haunting roar scattered the chill of death across the Battlefield.
Kim Jae-beom, who had been observing with cold, piercing eyes, finally spoke.
“This won’t do.”
With his terse murmur, a remarkable transformation began to unfold within his body. A crimson radiance that enveloped his entire form burst forth through his skin. The scarlet energy, flickering like roaring flames, radiated an almost suffocating heat.
Soon, that red aura took on a colossal form behind him. A pair of dark crimson wings. As they unfurled and writhed, they resembled those of a demon itself. The wings, shimmering with an eerie blood-tinged hue, emanated a terrifying, oppressive presence.
Fluttering his newly manifested crimson wings, Kim Jae-beom’s body rose gracefully into the air.
Suspended in the sky, Kim Jae-beom brought his hands together, forming a colossal crimson sphere. The scarlet energy condensed between his palms radiated an indescribably intense power. The blazing sphere, emanating scorching heat, resembled a miniature sun.
Within the vortex of burning energy, Kim Jae-beom’s eyes flashed with intensity. His cold, blue-tinged gaze overflowed with resolve. He gazed down upon the Battlefield spread before him. And at the end of his gaze, the silhouette of Shadow Arulan stood out distinctly.
―Whoooosh!
The colossal crimson sphere born from Kim Jae-beom’s hands hurtled toward Shadow Arulan. The blazing meteor, searing the air as it tore through it, closed the distance in the blink of an eye.
Boom!
A brilliant crimson flash erupted with the deafening impact. The shockwave rippled outward in all directions, and the heat of the explosion shook the earth. Within the blinding flash, Shadow Arulan’s form grew increasingly indistinct. His body, caught in the sphere’s explosion, began to slowly disintegrate. The dark energy that had roiled within him scattered into fragments, dissolving into the void.
Kim Jae-beom did not stop there. He unleashed dozens of crimson spheres in rapid succession toward the shadow army.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A series of explosions erupted throughout the shadow army. Scorching winds swept across the skeletal soldiers. Within the raging inferno, blackened armor and bone shattered and scattered. Amid the brilliant display of scarlet flames, the legion of darkness crumbled helplessly.
“Clack-clack.”
A haunting sound of bone striking bone echoed from afar. It was Arulan. In the eye sockets of the skeleton, gazing upon his fallen subordinates, a crimson radiance flickered with intensity.
Slowly raising both arms, Arulan’s fingertips released a surge of dark energy. The pitch-black mist that churned through the air began to consume the Battlefield. Within it, the bodies of the fallen shadow soldiers swelled, then rose once more. Shattered skulls realigned, and severed limbs found their places.
The shadow legion, resurrected by Arulan’s magic, raised their blades once more. With crimson eyes gleaming, they advanced slowly toward Kim Jae-beom.
* * *
Kim Jae-beom led the shadow legion, which emanated an ominous aura, across the endless Grassland. Armored skeletal soldiers trampled the verdant fields in a procession of death. The horde of the departed, their scarlet eyes blazing, was terror incarnate. Rusted maces and blades that glinted in the sunlight exuded a desolate killing intent, while the clatter of bone striking bone assailed the ears. The entire Field held its breath before the advance of the soulless army.
After traversing the lifeless Grass Field for some distance, a wondrous sight entered his vision. A vast space brimming with cyan flames revealed itself. Crimson energy swirled and consumed everything around it. The undulating red power stirred both dread and awe simultaneously. Scorching heat that stole the breath and an eerie pressure swept across his entire body.
Beyond it, something writhed within the raging inferno. Upon closer inspection, it bore the form of a flame-spewing spirit. Yet it was not whole. From eyes stained a vivid crimson blazed madness. The contorted face, darkened by shadow, emanated a chilling impression. The spirit, radiating an unnatural and discordant aura, ceaselessly spewed forth flames.

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Novels. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————