My Skeleton Soldier Is Strange - Chapter 198

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Chapter 198
As I descended upon the Blackened Battlefield, a contemptuous smile twisted across my lips while I surveyed my surroundings. Encased in armor black as the void itself, my ominous silhouette seemed to radiate an invisible terror.
“!”
Whether foe or ally, all eyes converged upon me. Primal dread kindled within the players’ pupils, and they contorted their faces in bewilderment, unable to move recklessly.
Emanating a menacing aura, I rotated my head in deliberate arcs before freezing into an unwavering stance. With glacial eyes, I fixed my gaze upon the most conspicuous player and leveled my silver steel staff toward them.
“You.”
In the next instant, I surged forward with a violent gale in my wake. My velocity cleaved the wind itself, too swift for mortal eyes to follow.
Boom!
The mana-infused staff, swung with incantations woven through it, tore through the void. In that moment, crimson light detonated from the staff’s tip. A blazing scarlet flash, brimming with searing heat, descended rapidly upon the players. The entire forest was bathed in such intense luminescence that it turned crimson for a fleeting instant.
Crash!
The energy struck its target with devastating force. Colossal spheres of flame erupted in all directions, consuming the air. Pillars of inferno shot skyward, and ravenous flames engulfed everything. Within moments, the forest was consumed by crimson brilliance, and anguished screams echoed through the carnage. Under my merciless and relentless assault, the players’ bodies crumbled to ash in an instant. Gripped by terror, they met their end without even drawing a proper breath.
“Ahhhhh!”
A harrowing cry erupted from the Battlefield of pandemonium. That shriek was saturated with despair and terror at their most extreme. The blood-curdling voice reverberated through the atmosphere, spreading in all directions.
“I’m activating the Summoning Stone!”
A player shouted with resolve as a blue gem glowed brilliantly in their hand, soaring high into the sky.
In the next moment, the gem shattered with blinding radiance, and azure luminescence erupted. A violent roar that seemed to tear the heavens and earth asunder shook the forest. From the fractured Summoning Stone, waves of blue light poured forth, expanding their reach progressively.
Crackle!
A spatial rift materialized above the void, and blue brilliance flashed. The luminous fissure rapidly widened into a colossal tear in space. In that instant, countless silhouettes began pouring through the rift. They were a formidable force numbering in the dozens. So numerous that no one could count them precisely. Knights, Mages, Paladins, Priests—players of diverse classes surged onto the Battlefield with tremendous momentum.
“Look at this.”
I twisted my lips upward, regarding the approaching players. My steel armor, steeped in darkness, emanated a sinister aura, and the staff in my grip thrummed with the power of annihilation.
“Attack.”
With arrogant authority, I commanded the Undead Legion to advance. With creaking joints and eerie groans, skeletal soldiers lunged at the players in unison. Bone exposed through tattered armor reeked of death, and madness blazed within their hollow eye sockets.
The players returned fire.
Heavily armored Knights blocked the undead’s onslaught with their shields while wielding massive greatswords to shatter skulls.
“Hold the line!”
Mages, their fingers weaving intricate arcane patterns, summoned crackling flames, frigid ice, and howling winds, unleashing torrents of magic upon the enemy. Paladins pushed back the undead while chanting sacred prayers. As their holy blades cut through the air, brilliant divine radiance extended forth, purifying the corrupted Specters. From the rear, Priests’ healing magic mended their allies’ wounds.
Amid the chaos, the dark mage Arulan inscribed sinister incantations. As he concluded the spell in a hollow voice, a pitch-black aura enveloped him. The energy swirled, flowing into the undead soldiers. The skeletal warriors infused with darkness’ power moved with intensified ferocity and savagery.
The players blanched at the overwhelming momentum of the horrific Undead Legion. Even amid terror beyond imagination, the reality of their plight was viscerally apparent.
“This… is absolutely insane.”
A sigh escaped from someone’s lips, lingering over the battlefield. Yet the players gritted their teeth and refused to yield.
Even beneath the shadow of death, they endured with indomitable resolve. The Knights’ weighty blades cleaved through the undead, and the Mages’ incantations incinerated skulls to ash. Sacred prayers resonated, purifying the corrupted souls.
The dead, engulfed in holy radiance, shrieked in agony as they burned. While the flames of purification consumed the corrupted spirits, a group of valiant players broke through the advancing undead and launched a final charge toward the ultimate boss—myself.
“Kill him!”
Determination blazed in the eyes of those clad in gleaming ornate armor.
I regarded the approaching players with a cold smirk. My face bore the madness of one who feared not even death itself.
Wielding the staff in my blackened hand with violent force, I chanted an incantation drawn from the Abyss itself. The moment my lips moved, pitch-black energy erupted from the staff’s tip.
“Gahhhhh!”
Agonized screams tore from the players’ throats. My magic mercilessly incinerated their bodies. In an instant, the warriors were engulfed in crimson flames, writhing in torment before crumbling to ash and vanishing. All that remained of the incinerated corpses were piles of ash and melted metal fragments.
As an ominous silence descended coldly, my lips parted soundlessly.
“Dercan.”
As the voice faded, space twisted and a grotesque entity forced itself through the cracks of light, revealing its form. A skeletal warrior erupting from the darkness—it was Dercan.
Bone-white fingers gripped the hilts of the twin blades with crushing force. A surge of terror and frenzy shook the Battlefield, warping the very air.
“Let’s annihilate them together.”
Dercan’s eerie smile conveyed wordless agreement. Kim Jae-beom charged toward the enemy lines alongside Dercan, their shoulders aligned. The steel staff shrieking devastation harmonized with Dercan’s twin blades, conjuring a tempest of death.
The terrified players released silent screams. Crimson mana erupted from Kim Jae-beom’s staff, spiraling into a vortex that consumed them whole. Armor and flesh caught in the colossal maelstrom were pulverized beyond recognition.
Meanwhile, Dercan’s twin blades rained down relentlessly, harvesting lives. The bone-forged edges cleaved the air itself, birthing torrents of blood. Crimson rain poured down, drenching the Battlefield in gore. In the mud where enemy and ally blood mingled, Kim Jae-beom and Dercan continued their merciless slaughter without pause.
“Swallow this! You wretches!”
Kim Jae-beom’s steel staff wailed as it obliterated existence, while Dercan’s twin blades severed flesh.
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The Battlefield, now a sea of blood, echoed with no cries of victory. Everything before Kim Jae-beom and Dercan had been utterly destroyed.
“Hah… Finally, it’s all been dealt with.”
The Grassland, once pristine and unblemished, was now smothered in crimson mud. Where fragrant flowers had bloomed, only the remnants of corpses lay scattered.
Kim Jae-beom’s lips parted slowly as he gazed across the desolate expanse.
“Arulan.”
His frigid voice shattered the silence. Cracks formed as the air itself trembled.
Arulan then appeared.
Kim Jae-beom regarded Arulan with cold eyes and issued a command.
“Resurrect all the player corpses as undead.”
At Kim Jae-beom’s words, spoken with his characteristic icy smile, Arulan nodded from within the darkness. A chilling sound flowed from his lips.
“Clack, clack.”
With a bone-chilling sound like bones colliding, Arulan slowly raised both arms. His hollow palms faced the sky as he began to chant an ancient incantation.
The earth trembled at the spell that shook heaven and earth. The blood-soaked ground convulsed, and countless corpses erupted from within. Bodies with jagged bone protruding in places slowly rose to their feet.
From hollow eye sockets, crimson madness writhed. The terror of death while alive still lingered on their faces. Yet now, no human consciousness remained in those eyes. Decaying flesh wrapped in armor.
What rose thus were no longer players. They were merely corpses devoid of souls. Walking cadavers, living monsters of death. The undead players, enthralled by Arulan’s curse, stood without will or purpose.
They retained no memories of their former lives.
Suddenly, observing these creatures, Kim Jae-beom fell into contemplation.
‘If players log back in later, can I have them inhabit these corpses?’
It was a consideration for creating high-performance undead.

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