My Skeleton Soldier Is Strange - Chapter 195

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Chapter 195
Thirty minutes had elapsed. Kim Jae-beom now stood at the pinnacle of the Aderan Kingdom’s Fortress. A grand and resplendent throne room revealed itself before him.
The King of Aderan sat upon the throne. At his side, the Elite Knight Order stood in formation. Clad in gleaming armor and wielding razor-sharp weapons, they were the kingdom’s finest warriors.
Kim Jae-beom regarded them with a cold, penetrating gaze. His eyes glinted with contemptuous mockery. The faces of those who had witnessed the Fortress fall to the Undead Legion bore the unmistakable mark of terror.
“A-attack!”
Breaking the silence, the King of Aderan barked his command with a trembling voice that betrayed his fear.
Yet the Elite Knight Order responded without hesitation. They surged toward Kim Jae-beom in unison, their heavy armor clanging loudly as they charged.
But their valor was short-lived. The Undead Legion lurking behind launched a devastating ambush. The undead soldiers descended upon the knights with ruthless ferocity. Blades and spears clashed, and chaos erupted across the chamber.
However, the Undead Legion’s numerical superiority and overwhelming strength proved insurmountable. Faced with their merciless onslaught, the knights fell helplessly one after another. Blood sprayed in torrents, and agonized screams pierced the air. The Elite Knight Order was annihilated in the blink of an eye. Corpses, drenched in crimson blood, lay strewn across the floor.
As the slaughter subsided, Kim Jae-beom began his slow advance toward the King of Aderan. Step by step, he crossed the Corridor, drawing ever closer. Sensing the approach of death, the King of Aderan trembled with terror, his voice cracking as he cried out desperately.
“P-please, spare my life!”
“Very well.”
“!”
At Kim Jae-beom’s words, relief washed across the King of Aderan’s face. He exhaled softly and released his tension. But that moment of respite was fleeting. Another name flowed from between Kim Jae-beom’s lips.
“Arulan.”
As Kim Jae-beom uttered the name with sinister intent, a figure emerged from the darkness behind him. Emanating the aura of death itself, Arulan began to move with deliberate, measured steps. With ghostly silence, he approached and stood at Kim Jae-beom’s side.
Kim Jae-beom gazed down at the King of Aderan and issued his command with cold precision.
“Transform the King of Aderan into an undead.”
The moment the cruel order was given, a bone-chilling sound escaped from Arulan’s lips.
Crack. Crack.
Accompanied by the sound of bones colliding and snapping, Arulan slowly raised his arms. His pale palms faced the empty air, and in that instant, a horrifying phenomenon unfolded. Dark energy erupted from Arulan’s hands. Black mist suffused with sinister power curled upward from his fingertips.
Gripped by terror, the King of Aderan thrashed and shrieked. He struggled desperately to resist, but he was utterly helpless against Arulan’s power.
Arulan extended both hands toward the King of Aderan without the slightest flicker of emotion. Waves of darkness flowed from his pale fingertips, crashing down upon the monarch with merciless force. The energy of dread engulfed the King’s body relentlessly.
The black aura burrowed into the King’s flesh and invaded his being. Flesh and bone, consumed by the corrupting force, withered and died. His ivory skin blackened as though scorched to ash. His eyes blazed with crimson light before filling with madness.
“Krraaaaaaagh!”
The King of Aderan released a scream that seemed to tear his throat asunder. His entire body convulsed in agony. The process of transformation—shedding everything human and becoming undead—was too horrific for words to capture.
After thrashing violently for some time, the King of Aderan gradually stilled. Then, slowly, his trembling form rose to its feet.
His appearance had transformed completely.
Clad in cold skeletal armor, hollow eye sockets blazing with crimson madness. An eerie and sinister aura radiated from his entire being. A decayed corpse, a corrupted soul—a death king reborn. This was the King of Aderan’s new identity.
“Your command, my sovereign.”
His voice carried not a trace of vitality. It was a bleak and hollow sound, as though emanating from the depths of a grave. The death king slowly knelt on one knee before Kim Jae-beom.
Observing the entire spectacle, a smile played across Kim Jae-beom’s lips.
Thirty minutes had passed. During that time, profound changes were occurring throughout the Aderan Kingdom.
Heavy iron chains spanning the Castle Gate groaned as they slowly wound upward. With a ponderous metallic clang, the Fortress’s main gate began to open slowly on both sides. As the ancient wooden and steel doors creaked open, an eerie aura seeped forth from within.
Crimson eyes flickered in the darkness. Countless figures began to writhe in the shadows beyond the Castle Gate. Pouring madness from their hollow eye sockets, the Undead Legion began to surge through the gate.
Skeletal knights clad in pitch-black armor, zombie mages clutching worn spell tomes in their hands. Only hours before, they had been the protectors of Aderan, yet now they were all servants of Kim Jae-beom, radiating malevolent energy. They advanced with mechanical precision, as though bound by absolute obedience.
The undead forces poured forth and swiftly arranged themselves across the vast Grassland beyond the Fortress. The once-verdant and expansive plain was instantly consumed by black armor and bone. The sharp friction of clashing steel, the bone-chilling rattle of skulls—these sounds echoed loudly from all directions.
The Undead Legion, their eyes blazing with murderous intent, completed their formation. A towering figure strode forth before them. Kim Jae-beom, garbed in grotesque armor as though possessed by malevolent spirits, with sinister and eerie aura flowing around him. With arrogant strides, he advanced to the center of the army and surveyed the magnificent forces with eyes burning like crimson flames. Then, his voice dripping with joy and satisfaction, he spoke.
“Excellent.”
His voice was filled with the exultation of victory. The moment the words left his lips, Kim Jae-beom swept his arm with violent force. A thunderous roar erupted toward the Undead Legion.
“Advance eastward!”
At the command, the Undead Legion unleashed a spine-chilling roar and surged forward in unison toward the east. The earth trembled, and the heavens themselves seemed to quake. Blackened armor and bone undulated like waves. Countless footfalls pressed down upon the land, while rusted weapons and armor clashed together in a cacophony of metallic screams.
A tide of the undead surging toward the eastern horizon—a dark legion of such staggering magnitude it seemed poised to devour the very grasslands themselves. As I gazed down upon this spectacle, I began to murmur, already weaving my next scheme.
“The next target… shall be the Magic Tower.”
My whisper carried the gleam of ambition. I turned my gaze toward the towering, rugged mountain range in the distance.
After an hour of leading the Undead Legion eastward, I finally arrived at the Magic Tower where its master, Devin, dwelt. The stone structure rose skyward with imposing grandeur, exuding both an antiquated charm and a terrible aura of magical power. It was a tower ornately adorned with grotesque sculptures and intricate patterns.
At the entrance of the Magic Tower, hundreds of mages stood prepared to meet me. Arrayed in their distinctive long robes, they formed an impenetrable defensive line. Each clutched a magical staff in hand, assuming an offensive stance. Their piercing gazes blazed with unwavering resolve. The aura radiating from their mana made the very air taut with tension.
Facing this spectacle, I let out a low whistle of admiration. With the corners of my mouth twisted upward in a slight expression of surprise, I soon broke into a cold smile and murmured.
“Quick to sense danger, aren’t they?”
My voice was cold and ominous. The moment I finished speaking, my eyes flashed crimson.
Kuuuung!
With a deafening roar that made the ears ring, a scarlet aura exploded from my body. Brilliant light erupted from my back, beginning to form colossal wings. Feathers that shimmered like blazing flames writhed and undulated. The blood-red wings clung firmly to my form and flapped with tremendous force.
Boom!
A violent gust erupted around me. Spreading my crimson wings wide, I leaped powerfully into the void. Pushing off from the earth, I soared skyward with graceful, nimble movements. A scarlet mist trailed behind me, and my wings collided with the air, stirring up fierce vortices.
High in the distant sky, I smiled faintly as I slowly raised my right arm. Pale fingers hung suspended in the emptiness as I exhaled slowly.
A moment of silence fell.
Kuuung, kuuung, kuuung.
In that instant, an unbelievable sight unfolded. Around me, crimson energy spheres began to materialize in the void. Hundreds of scarlet orbs vibrated violently, emanating waves of dark power. Across their rippling surfaces, my strength swirled in tempestuous spirals.

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