My Skeleton Soldier Is Strange - Chapter 184

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Chapter 184
Kim Jae-beom’s body surged toward the heavens. Massive wings unfurled behind him, their powerful strokes cleaving the air and propelling him upward. Crimson feathers rippled in the sunlight, casting a dazzling radiance, while the fierce wingbeats sent tremors through the atmosphere. His ascent evoked the image of an angel from mythology itself.
The Elf Warriors froze momentarily at the magnificent spectacle, but their resolve quickly hardened as they yanked the reins of their griffins. The elegant creatures spread their wings and charged ferociously toward Kim Jae-beom, their riders mounted firm. Silver armor gleamed brilliantly in the sunlight’s reflection. Green cloaks billowed in the wind. The Elf Warriors appeared as a celestial army incarnate. They drew their bowstrings taut and cried out in unison.
“Die!”
Dozens of arrows streaked through the air like meteors. Their razor-sharp tips were trained directly at Kim Jae-beom’s heart.
“Hmm.”
Yet Kim Jae-beom remained utterly unmoved. With serene eyes, he raised both hands toward the void. From his fingertips emerged spheres that blazed with crimson fire.
The burning spheres shot forward to intercept the arrows, and in that instant, a wondrous sight unfolded. The moment the steel arrows touched the scarlet orbs, they transformed into liquid and melted away.
The intense heat consumed the arrows, leaving them formless and dissolved.
A deep rumbling echoed.
Solid metal flowed downward as molten liquid. Around Kim Jae-beom, the liquefied arrows drifted and coalesced into a protective barrier. Against this shield, the Elf Warriors’ desperate assault proved futile. No matter how many arrows they unleashed, all were consumed by the flames.
Kim Jae-beom smiled with the confidence of victory and flicked his fingers. The red spheres responded violently to his subtle gesture. They swelled and grew larger, their surfaces igniting with brilliant crimson flames.
In the next instant, the enlarged blood-red spheres tore through the air at frenzied speed. Radiating scorching heat across the Battlefield, they moved silently, tracing arcs of light. Their trajectories aimed directly at the Elf Warriors suspended in the sky.
Leaving crimson trails across the azure heavens, the spheres reached their targets. And in that moment, a catastrophic explosion shook the world. A deafening roar split the earth, and blinding light consumed all vision. Searing winds spawned a maelstrom that engulfed everything. A wave of accursed flames swept over the griffins and Elves.
“Ahhhhh!”
The sight resembled a deluge of annihilation fallen from the heavens themselves. Beautiful white feathers burned away in an instant. Elegant green cloaks transformed to ash in a heartbeat. Silver armor melted and lost all form. The griffin’s anguished screams tore through the sky.
As the explosion subsided, the charred bodies of the Elf Warriors fell heavily to the earth. Scattered flesh and bone fragments lay strewn about. Blackened armor covered their remains. Smoke still rose from their corpses, mingling with the stench of incinerated flesh and ash.
Witnessing the pitiful sight of the fallen Elves, the Undead Legion unleashed a savage roar. Blazing red light poured from their hollow eye sockets as they wielded swords and spears in skeletal hands. With creaking bones, the army of death charged onto the Battlefield.
The Undead horde descended upon the Elves, their forms beyond recognition. Merciless blades flashed in a frenzy. Blood and flesh sprayed. The skeletal soldiers, tireless and relentless, trampled the grotesque corpses and pressed their assault without mercy.
Crack… crack… crack.
In that moment, Arulan stepped forward with heavy, deliberate strides. From his gaunt frame emanated terror itself. The most loyal servant of my will and a formidable death sorcerer, Arulan bowed his head deeply in affirmation of his devotion to his master. Drawing breath, he began to chant—forbidden necromancy that defied life itself. The incantation was so eerie and desolate that it seemed to cleave the very souls of those who heard it.
“Click… click.”
As Arulan finished his chant, he slowly raised his head. From his empty eye sockets burned a crimson madness. He lifted his arms slowly and spread his skeletal hands. In that instant, darkness poured forth from his palms as if it possessed tangible form. Darker than death itself, denser than fear, this shadow gradually took shape and swept across the void.
The sinister aura that rejected life coiled like a serpent toward the corpses of the fallen Elves and griffins. Like the mist of oblivion, it consumed their bodies, seeping into skin and flesh. The power of decay penetrated every corner with terrifying speed, stripping away all but destruction.
And within that death, a grotesque miracle occurred. Torn flesh crawled across the withered bones of corpses, wrapping around them. Once-sturdy bones crumbled and fused, forming bizarre shapes. Yet this was no resurrection of life. It was the birth of an entirely different entity—one bound by contract with death, stained by darkness.
Shattered legs twisted and gained strength. Within blackened eye sockets, a crimson malice blazed. The Elves and griffins, reborn as accursed Undead, slowly rose from where they had fallen. Once beautiful and noble, they were now stained with darkness and decay, transformed into grotesque abominations. Standing among the skeletal soldiers in scarlet armor, they were utterly transformed. Now they would become instruments of death, obeying my commands and slaughtering their own kin whom they once fought beside.
The Undead Elves and griffins launched into carnage. Mingling with the skeletal soldiers, they descended upon the living Elves with frenzied speed. The terrified Elves shrieked at the unbelievable sight, only to fall before merciless blades and claws. The sounds of tearing flesh and shattering bone echoed across the Battlefield. To slaughter comrades-in-arms from merely a day before—yet the Undead harbored no emotions. Only destruction and murder existed for them.
The army of death reveled in slaughter. Blades sang through the air, cleanly severing Elf flesh, while massive mauls shattered bones into dust. Endless screams made the cold air tremble. Yet to the Undead, the horrors of death held no meaning. For them, destruction and massacre were the entirety of existence. Trampling the final breath of life itself was their sole purpose for being.
The corpses of Elves lay scattered mercilessly across the Battlefield. Their pale skin lost all vitality, stained crimson with blood. Golden hair matted with gore. Even before this horrific spectacle, Arulan’s hands did not cease. He chanted forbidden incantations without pause, his skeletal arms flailing. With each completed spell, an inky darkness enveloped the corpses.
The blackened bodies of Elves rose sluggishly. Clad in blood-soaked, tattered armor, they were reborn as Undead, their blades now turned against the kin they once stood beside. Their vacant eyes burned only with crimson madness and the hunger for vengeance.
Terror spiraled among the surviving Elves. Ragged breathing and anguished sobs poured forth ceaselessly. Confronted by the betrayal of their own and the terror of death, the Elves shrieked until their voices broke. At last, a voice cried out.
“Retreat!”
The command carried both fear and desperation. As the cry echoed across the Battlefield, the Elves embraced one another and bolted toward the Dark Forest. Sharp branches tore at their skin, gnarled roots tripped them, yet they ran for their lives. Their hearts pounded as if they would burst, their legs threatened to give way, but they could not stop. To pause was to perish.
Watching the Elves disappear into the trees, a cold smile crossed Kim Jae-beom’s lips. Stepping forward, he issued a brief command to the army of death.
“Hunt them.”
At his cold, resolute words, the Undead soldiers launched themselves forward. Withered legs cleaved the air, skeletal hands grasped weapons and stretched outward. Broken armor clanged as the legion of death charged savagely into the Dark Forest.
The Undead Elves surged into the darkness without hesitation. As their kin fled deeper among the trees, they unleashed inhuman cries. From their hollow eyes poured hatred and madness toward the living.
Cutting through the forest’s shadows, the Undead pursued their prey without hesitation. The sound of brush being parted, claw marks carved into bark. With the hunters closing in, the Elves ran forward without pause, scarcely able to draw breath.

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