My Skeleton Soldier Is Strange - Chapter 193

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Chapter 193
Thirty minutes had elapsed when an eerie presence began to settle over the once-peaceful Grassland of the Aderan Kingdom. Beyond the horizon, dust clouds rose as thousands upon thousands of black specks emerged. Their identity became clear as they drew nearer—an Undead Legion composed entirely of corpses.
The verdant Land was consumed beneath blackened armor, and the sight of skeletal limbs wielding weapons marching in unison was overwhelming terror incarnate. Rust-corroded blades and spears reeked of decay, while empty eye sockets blazed with malice. The army of death surged relentlessly toward the Castle Wall.
“We’re under attack!”
A Guard Soldier’s terrified cry pierced the air above the Castle Wall. Knights and mages, steeling themselves with grim resolve, hastily formed their ranks. Yet confronted with the vast expanse of the Undead Legion stretching before them, they could not help but hold their breath. The enemy’s numbers transcended imagination, and dread seized them from head to toe.
All eyes fixed upon the demonic entity leading the horde. Eyes that gleamed a burning crimson. A dark cloak that billowed in the wind.
Then it happened.
Witnessing his subordinates’ wavering resolve, the Aderan Commander bellowed a command.
“Attack!”
With a thunderous roar, the mages unleashed their incantations upon the Undead Legion. Sickly green fireballs tore through the air, and lightning struck the earth. Sharp ice arrows rained down like a tempest, piercing through undead soldiers. The vast Grassland transformed in an instant into a maelstrom of magic.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Powerful explosions erupted in succession. Corpses struck by magic shattered and scattered in all directions. Magic of such tremendous force raged that heaven and earth trembled. Yet the enemy’s momentum showed no sign of breaking.
Even as they were torn and shredded, the undead soldiers pressed forward without pause. When those in front fell, those behind trampled over them and advanced. Like a wave, the black army surged forward. Soon they reached the base of the Castle Wall and began clawing their way upward.
Undead creatures scraped at the bricks with nails and teeth, ascending relentlessly. The horrifying screech of rusted armor and bone grinding together filled the air. At the sight of corpses writhing upward from the wall like something sprouting from the earth, soldiers atop the Castle Wall shrieked in terror.
Crash!
The Undead Legion finally breached the Castle Wall. Skeletal soldiers poured over the rampart, wielding their weapons. The sharp clang of swords and spears meeting, the sickening crunch of bone and the tearing of flesh assaulted the ears.
Crimson blood sprayed, and anguished screams tore through the air as chaos erupted. Knights clashed fiercely with their blades against the undead, while mages pushed back the corpses with flame and lightning. Yet the fallen undead slowly regenerated and rose again, while Aderan’s forces found themselves overwhelmed by superior numbers.
Then the sky rippled, and a winged figure appeared upon the Battlefield.
―Kuoooooh!
At the sight of Kim Jae-beom, the undead soldiers erupted in jubilation. Suspended in the air, he raised both hands, and brilliant crimson power surged from his fingertips.
Intense red light enveloped the undead skeletal soldiers. As the scarlet aura seeped into their armor and weapons, unimaginable power infused the Undead Legion. Bone fragments clicked back together, and blades gleamed with a vivid crimson as though they had tasted blood.
“Kuoooo!”
A bestial roar erupted from the throats of the undead. Strengthened by Kim Jae-beom’s power, they swept across the Castle Wall with inconceivable speed and destructive force. Steel armor crumbled as though melting in lye, and magical barriers shattered like they were crushed in demonic hands.
“Ahhhhh!”
Agonized death cries followed. Aderan soldiers with severed necks, pierced chests, and severed limbs. The death screams of the mages were terror itself. In moments, the Castle Wall was drenched in crimson blood, and the Undead Legion ravaged across it.
With blue eyes pouring forth scarlet madness, Kim Jae-beom watched the slaughter of the undead from the sky. Blood dripped steadily from his fluttering wings. A symphony of death and destruction echoed, and the undulating waves of crimson undead painted a scene that resembled the very depths of hell.
Then, suddenly, brilliant light burst forth from within the Fortress. Dozens of mages appeared atop the Castle Wall. They simultaneously deployed powerful magical formations and aimed their staffs toward the undead army.
“Now! Release the magic!”
As the Mage Leader commanded, a dazzling storm of magical power poured down. Lightning flashed, and flames danced. A blue radiant force swept through the undead soldiers like a whirlwind. Skulls caught in the magical torrent shattered and melted away. Before the might of such powerful incantations, the Undead Legion crumbled helplessly.
High above, Kim Jae-beom’s face twisted with fury. Watching the undead forces rapidly diminish beneath the cascading magical storm, he muttered with a sigh.
“Arulan.”
With that single word, a being on the ground stirred. Arulan, his expression brimming with arrogance and madness, stretched both arms toward the Castle Wall. Tremendous magical power erupted from his hands, and that force began to warp space itself.
Boom!
With an ear-splitting roar, the sky tore open. A rift of blackened space slowly widened, and through the gap, a colossal shadow emerged. A grotesque and brutal form—an undead Ogre.
Thud, thud-thud!
In an instant, massive undead Ogres rained down upon the Castle Wall. Their heavy bodies shattered bricks as they descended, shrieking as they ravaged their surroundings. Toxic gas spewed from their mouths, poisoning the air, and the enormous iron clubs in their hands shook the very earth.
“Kraaaaaaagh!”
The wails of the undead Ogres were terror incarnate. In moments, they seized control of the Castle Wall, and Aderan’s mages recoiled in horror. Massive iron clubs swung, hurling mages through the air. Under the merciless assault, the Castle Wall was drenched in blood.
“Nooooo!”
“Hold the line!”
At that moment, the knights of Aderan appeared in force along the Castle Wall. They fought desperately against the assault of the Undead Ogres, moving with agility to evade the massive iron clubs while enduring their relentless onslaught. The sharp metallic clash of swords and spears filled the Battlefield.
Clang!
The situation remained dire. Before the overwhelming strength of the Ogres, they struggled to hold their ground, gradually being pushed toward the edge of the wall.
In that moment of absolute crisis, a colossal shadow plummeted from the heavens toward the Castle Wall. Pitch-black armor gleamed with eyes that burned crimson. The darkness-shrouded figure was none other than the Death Knight. Once a warrior of light who upheld justice, he now appeared as an Undead corrupted by evil.
“A… a knight! A fallen knight!”
The knights atop the Castle Wall who recognized the Death Knight cried out in voices trembling with shock. Their eyes reflected both astonishment and betrayal. Yet the Death Knight paid no heed to their reaction, quietly drawing the blade at his waist.
Whoosh!
The Death Knight began his assault, swinging his sword against the knights. His movements were swift as lightning and merciless. The blade carved through the air, shattering the armor of Aderan’s soldiers. The sound of crumbling plate and piercing screams engulfed the Castle Wall.
The knights fought back desperately, yet they could not help but hesitate against a former comrade now Undead. Their inner turmoil dulled their movements, leading to catastrophic consequences. The Death Knight’s blade met no resistance as it carved through flesh.
The Castle Wall became drenched in blood, corpses accumulating in heaps. The blood of his former brothers flowed beneath the Death Knight’s feet, yet his eyes showed no flicker of emotion. Only madness and murderous intent blazed within them.
The blood of his former brothers flowed beneath the Death Knight’s feet, yet his eyes showed no flicker of emotion.
Upon the blood-soaked Castle Wall, the Death Knight danced like a demon’s blade. Cutting down the surging soldiers of Aderan, he resembled a beast starved for carnage. The armor that once gleamed with brilliance was now fouled by blackened blood, with fragments of flesh clinging to its surface.
The arm wielding the sword moved ceaselessly. The fallen knight’s blade showed no mercy, shredding flesh, leaving only mangled corpses in its wake. Organs spilled from the gaps of torn armor, and the severed heads of knights rolled across the Castle Wall. A hellish tableau of unspeakable horror unfolded.
Even within this nightmare, the Death Knight remained unmoved. The emotions of his former life had vanished without trace, replaced only by hollow, merciless eyes. His Undead form harbored nothing but the hunger for slaughter.
Boom!
Another knight fell in brutal fashion. Stepping over the corpse without hesitation, the Death Knight continued his mechanical swing, reaping lives with each stroke.
Upon the Battlefield of pandemonium, the screams grew ever fainter. The Castle Wall lay shattered, corpses blanketing the ground. White marble was stained crimson, and the stench of blood assailed the senses. In the midst of it all stood the Death Knight.

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