My Skeleton Soldier Is Strange - Chapter 187

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Chapter 187
Dercan surged forward like a tempest, his blazing crimson eyes locked upon the World Tree. A colossal root barred his path as he charged with savage ferocity. The earth convulsed with thunderous force, erupting in cascading clouds of dust. Yet Dercan evaded the danger effortlessly, not even blinking as attacks grazed past him by mere inches.
I moved with the precision and speed of a honed blade. The roots converging from all directions became my stage, and I bounded across them as lightly as a feather. With each footfall, the roots splintered and crumbled beneath me, their destruction echoing in my ears. My crimson cape billowed through the air, conjuring the image of roaring flames.
In an instant, I closed the distance to the World Tree until we were nearly face to face. Then, as if waiting for this moment, countless slender branches erupted upward. They writhed like serpents, striking with the speed of lightning—a sight that sent shivers down my spine.
My twin blades, dark as midnight, moved with blinding swiftness. Flashes of steel carved through the air, severing branches that scattered in all directions. Yet where I cut, new flesh immediately regenerated, and fresh branches surged forward in an endless tide.
The branches raining down upon me began to spiral and coalesce into a single mass. Countless twigs intertwined and twisted, forming grotesque and intricate shapes. As if guided by an invisible sculptor’s hand, the branches and stems gradually took on a humanoid form. The shape grew increasingly defined, crystallizing into the visage of a Guardian.
The Guardian, sculpted from wooden branches, was a marvel to behold. Its rough bark resembled taut, powerful musculature, while delicate tendrils were woven together like sinews with exquisite precision. Its massive frame radiated an overwhelming presence. In its enormous hands, it gripped a spear fashioned from sharp, unyielding wooden branches.
Boom, boom, boom.
Each thunderous footfall shook the earth as the Guardian approached me slowly. Then, with a roar like thunder, it suddenly charged at frenzied speed. Leaves beneath its feet swirled in a vortex, and dust rose like a sandstorm in its wake.
I found myself trapped in an inescapable quagmire—a moment of absolute crisis. Yet my eyes burned with defiant challenge as I fixed my gaze upon the spear’s tip. I raised my twin blades and finally moved. With a metallic ring, both blades intercepted the Guardian’s spear. The blades tore through the wood, scattering splinters like fireworks into the air.
But the Guardian’s momentum showed no sign of waning. The severed branches regenerated in an instant, reforming the spear, and a fresh wave of attacks crashed down upon me. The clash of blade and spear, the sound of metal and wood shattering, the thunder of feet striking earth, and the ragged breathing of two warriors merged into a cacophony that assaulted my ears.
My breath came ragged, nearly choking me. Yet my eyes remained unwavering, burning with fierce intensity. I drew upon every ounce of strength, my twin blades flashing like lightning through the air. The speed was almost impossible to follow. My blade aimed true at the Guardian’s neck.
Crack!
With a grotesque sound, the wooden neck severed cleanly.
The Guardian’s head separated from its body as it slowly sank to its knees. The vibrant green hue drained away, leaving it colorless. Its massive form crumbled into small wooden fragments, which were caught in a whirlwind and scattered beyond recognition—as if it had never existed at all.
Then it happened.
The scattered fragments suddenly halted in mid-air. As if drawn by an invisible force, they began to spiral and converge toward a single center. The scattered debris reformed in the blink of an eye, and the fallen Guardian’s form was perfectly restored. Nature’s incarnation, resurrected from death.
But terror seized them. Something sinister began to unfold within the resurrected Guardian’s massive body. Its rough bark swelled and began to crack horizontally. Branches tore free at their roots. With a horrific sound of rending wood, the enormous body split in two. From the widening chasm, two new forms emerged. Through division, another Guardian was born. The two Guardians lowered their heads in unison toward me and assumed an attacking stance.
Suddenly, as if a storm had descended, the Battlefield erupted into fierce combat once more. Twin Guardians, identical as siblings, charged toward me at breathtaking speed. The earth trembled with each ponderous footfall, the ground itself shaking. A sharp whistle cut through the air as they carved a path forward—nothing could stand in their way.
Crash!
The two colossal forms were like a devastating tsunami. My crimson cape billowed in their overwhelming force.
I felt a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. Adversity was invigorating me. I crossed my twin blades in an X formation, assuming my battle stance. The Guardians charged as if to crush me with a single blow. Yet I faced them without fear, my blades meeting theirs with a sharp metallic ring that shook the forest. I evaded their attacks with remarkable agility and launched counteroffensives. My blades flashed like lightning through the air, and with each spin and rotation of my body, my crimson cape swirled like flames.
Fighting two opponents was no trivial challenge. Yet my eyes burned with passion—an absolute refusal to yield. I accelerated my movements, my crossed blades seeking every opening in their defense.
The Guardians exerted all their might to push me back with their wooden arms. Leaves scattered on the wind, and wood fragments exploded in all directions. The close combat between my nimble movements and their ponderous forms continued relentlessly.
Crash!
The sharp ring of blade meeting spear, the thunder of footfalls striking earth, the endless regeneration of wooden branches—the Battlefield was chaos incarnate.
Then, a single figure burst into the center of the Battlefield, seizing all attention. It was an astonishing sight. The figure gripping a heavy steel staff with both hands was none other than Kim Jae-beom.
Despite his massive frame, Kim Jae-beom approached with remarkable speed, cutting through the air like a navigator charging toward a storm-tossed sea. He raised the steel staff high above the two Guardians. The weapon, imbued with terrible power, descended toward a single target.
The Guardians instinctively sensed the danger and raised their shields to block.
Boom!
The steel staff collided with the wooden shields in a deafening explosion. The tremendous impact sent shockwaves through the surrounding air, and nearby leaves were swept away as if caught in a typhoon. Wood fragments exploded outward in all directions. But before such ultimate power, even nature’s embodiment lost its form. The Guardians’ shields shattered into a thousand pieces.
The Guardians stared in disbelief at their completely destroyed wooden shields. Their faces bore the unmistakable marks of shock and bewilderment at a reality they could scarcely comprehend.
“Cowardly. Fighting two against one.”
Kim Jae-beom’s cold voice echoed across the silent Battlefield. His eyes flashed with an eerie radiance. His contemptuous tone made his disdain for the enemy blatantly apparent.
The Guardians hesitated, uncertain, as Kim Jae-beom strode toward them with confident steps. He charged forward without hesitation, driving his steel staff toward the nearest Guardian’s torso. The heavy mass of metal shrieked as it tore through the air. With a dull impact, the body woven from living wood shattered beyond recognition.
The Guardians were helpless against Kim Jae-beom’s relentless assault. Each swing of the steel staff destroyed their wooden forms. They soon transformed into small fragments, scattering into the air. Once mighty and powerful incarnations of nature were now reduced to dust and debris, carried away on the wind.
When the final Guardian lost its form and vanished completely, silence descended upon the forest.
Whoosh.
Kim Jae-beom looked toward Dercan.
“You did well.”
His gruff tone carried an undercurrent of affection.
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Tap… tap… tap.
In that instant, something shifted in Dercan’s eyes. He walked slowly toward the scattered remains of the fallen guardian soldiers. Extending his hand over the splintered wood fragments, Dercan closed his eyes and chanted an incantation. A verdant aura began to bloom around him.

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