My Skeleton Soldier Is Strange - Chapter 201

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Chapter 201
Barcode staggered to his feet, fragments of shattered armor cascading from his bruised and bloodied body like autumn leaves. He limped toward Kim Jae-beom with faltering steps.
Slumped shoulders sagging from the ferocity of battle, ragged breathing, disheveled hair—the pathetic visage of a warrior utterly defeated lay bare before us.
Yet despite it all, he lifted his head with unwavering resolve to face his master.
“That’s extraordinary.”
He whispered with labored effort. His voice was exhausted, yet brimming with sincerity.
“Indeed.”
Kim Jae-beom released a confident laugh at Barcode’s praise.
“At this point, I’d say it’s overpowered.”
My voice reverberated through the Grand Hall, causing the scarred and worn walls to tremble.
Barcode tilted his head back, gazing upward at the ceiling. In the darkness above, crimson-tinged spheres undulated with living magical essence. Writhing with mesmerizing scarlet radiance, they drifted with an almost hypnotic allure.
“You’re absolutely right.”
I gazed down at my disciple’s weary nod, a smile playing across my face. I slowly raised my right hand, encased in steel gauntlets, and lazily flicked my fingers.
―Whoooosh!
In that instant, a breathtaking spectacle unfolded. The crimson spheres scattered across the four directions surged toward one another. Leaving trails of vivid scarlet light, the swirling orbs danced in frenzied harmony, coalescing into a single massive form.
Soon, a colossal crimson sphere materialized at the center of the Grand Hall, emanating a raw, blood-like aura. The massive core radiated heat as if engulfed in roaring flames.
Barcode watched the spectacle unfold before him in breathless silence.
“Wow….”
I gazed at Barcode, his eyes wide with bewilderment as he stared up at the overwhelming sight, and a cold smirk played across my lips.
I opened my mouth heavily.
“This isn’t the end.”
My voice cut through the silent Grand Hall.
I flicked my fingers lazily. With a sound that reverberated through the air, a shocking transformation began.
The colossal crimson sphere churning violently at the center of the Grand Hall began to shift its form. The red mass twisted and contorted at grotesque angles. Hideous limbs sprouted forth, and bumpy skin began to take shape.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
A massive golem emerged with heavy, thunderous footsteps. A towering figure radiating immense power. Its vast frame, bulging musculature, and grotesque visage were terror incarnate.
Whoosh.
Crimson eyes turned toward me. The golem slowly knelt, its loyalty evident in every movement.
That was when it happened.
Crack-crack-crack-boom!
From the golem’s back, crimson wings erupted with a sickening sound. Even as skin tore and flesh fell away, two pairs of massive wings flapped with tremendous force.
The undulating wing membranes emanated an ominous aura.
―Roooaarrr!
The golem shrieked and soared skyward. Everything trembled and shattered beneath the force of its powerful wingbeats.
Barcode, his expression vacant, whispered as he gazed up at the creature in the sky.
“This is insane….”
Barcode stared up at the colossal golem, swallowing hard. His eyes gleamed with various emotions as he carefully opened his mouth.
“Couldn’t you transform me just once too?”
His tone was laden with desperate longing.
My gaze shifted toward my disciple.
“Of course.”
My arrogant tone carried an unmistakable undertone of benevolence.
I slowly extended my right arm, pointing toward Barcode. Steel-clad fingers unfurled with deliberate grace.
In that instant, a torrent of energy erupted from my entire being. A crimson radiance so blindingly intense it pierced through the darkness, flooding outward in all directions.
Whoooosh.
The ominous light carved through the void. In a blur of velocity, it engulfed Barcode, consuming his flesh in a heartbeat before he could even scream.
Sizzle. Crackle.
Within the brilliant flash, Barcode’s armor began its metamorphosis. Pristine steel darkened to obsidian. The Armored Knight’s entire frame was consumed by an inky transformation. The metal now radiated an unspeakably sinister aura.
Barcode, the White Knight, was reborn—now a warrior of darkness, his form rendered in shades of black and white alone.
Clang.
A grotesque steel helm descended, completely obscuring his face from forehead to chin.
Behind Barcode’s back, his massive greatsword too underwent its metamorphosis, emanating an eerie presence. Skull motifs were carved into the hilt and scabbard.
“Wow!”
Barcode gasped in astonishment, his voice resonating hollowly within the metal helm.
Then came something beyond belief.
Whoooosh.
From behind Barcode’s back, a grotesque aura erupted alongside the darkness. Like black mist, it spiraled and danced around his armored form.
Uuuuung.
With a chilling vibration that shook the air itself, the dark energy took shape. Massive wings unfurled behind Barcode’s back—feathered in deepest shadow.
“Oh!”
Barcode slowly spread his newly manifested wings, then swept them powerfully to either side. Soft feathers cleaved through the darkness.
Intoxicated by the sensation of wielding these grotesque wings, Barcode cried out.
“Oh wow, this is incredible!”
I regarded him with an indifferent gaze before speaking.
“Shall we fly together?”
My words carried an irresistible weight of command.
Barcode drew a sharp breath. The thought of soaring through the Sky alongside his master set his heart racing. His voice trembled as he answered.
“I’d be honored!”
Watching my disciple flap his wings with an excited, flushed face, I flicked my fingers once more.
In that moment, the ceiling transformed.
Crimson energy consumed stone and metal, swiftly bathing the ceiling in scarlet light.
Then came a deafening boom—the red ceiling collapsed inward. Rubble and metal shards rained down like a tempest, plummeting into the void before vanishing entirely.
What opened before us was an endless expanse of azure. A crystalline sky unmarred by a single cloud filled my vision. Brilliant sunlight streamed down, bathing the world in radiant warmth.
I spread both arms wide toward the brilliant blue heavens. Behind my steel-encased form, a colossal and magnificent pair of wings began their slow, deliberate unfurling.
Whoooosh.
As I spread my wings without hesitation, a sinister and ominous aura erupted around me. Mist spiraled and consumed the surroundings. A suffocating darkness roiled turbulently, threatening to devour even the air itself.
Barcode, meeting my gaze, wasted no time unfurling his own wings. Fluttering the shadow-stained feathers, he thrust both wings skyward with a powerful, violent motion.
Sizzle. Uuuuung.
As Barcode’s wings beat, a fierce whirlwind erupted around him.
Boom. Boom.
Kim Jae-beom and Barcode pushed off the ground beneath their feet simultaneously, launching themselves skyward with tremendous force.
A deep, resonant hum echoed through the air.
As their wings beat with an ominous sound, they glided freely across the endless expanse of sky stretching before them.
Beyond the horizon, the Grassland sprawled infinitely, and blanketing that vast plain was an incalculable legion of Undead soldiers. The sight of zombies and skeletal warriors—composed of withered bone and decaying flesh—marching in disciplined formation was grotesque enough to send shivers down one’s spine.
Crossing above the heads of the Undead Legion, Kim Jae-beom and Barcode flew toward a single direction. Where their wings carried them stood a colossal tree, emanating a sinister and oppressive aura.
A piercing shriek. Crackling electricity.
From the branches and leaves of the Undead World Tree, an eerie luminescence poured forth.
Dark shadows intermingled with a sickly green radiance that mimicked the crimson hue of corpse blood.
Kim Jae-beom approached the Undead World Tree.
His lips parted slowly.
“Move.”
A single word, concise yet potent. In that instant, the Undead World Tree underwent a remarkable transformation.
A deep rumble. A thunderous crash.
As the earth itself trembled, the roots of the Undead World Tree pierced through the ground and began to emerge. The desiccated roots crawled upward across the surface.
Rustling. Creaking.
Countless twisted and writhing roots rapidly lifted the World Tree’s massive trunk. As if hundreds of legs had sprouted forth, the Undead World Tree began to move of its own accord, shaking its towering branches.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
The Undead World Tree advanced forward with ponderous, deliberate steps. The earth beneath its feet cracked and trembled. Shaking its withered leaves, the tree slowly obeyed Kim Jae-beom’s command.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The moment their next invasion began.

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