My Skeleton Soldier Is Strange - Chapter 202

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Chapter 202
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Heavy, ominous footsteps reverberated through the land, their thunder echoing across all directions.
Clad in armor, I rode atop the Undead World Tree, my loyal subordinate (?) Barcode perched upon my shoulders as we continued our advance.
With hundreds of roots serving as legs, the monstrous tree surged forward at a terrifying pace.
After some forty minutes, our journey concluded at Kabran—a desolate expanse of crimson lava and ash.
Standing at the heart of the volcanic wasteland, I gazed down upon the procession of players ascending toward the summit.
Their figures climbing the volcano appeared as insignificant and pitiful as a colony of ants.
“What in the world is that?”
A startled cry erupted from among the players advancing deeper into the volcano. All of them froze in unison, lifting their gazes skyward.
And they were paralyzed with dread.
The Undead World Tree.
It was unmistakably ominous.
“Undead Summon.”
My voice flowed from between my lips as I gazed down at the players below the volcano.
At my command, the Undead World Tree began to move slowly.
Whoooosh—
Countless slender roots extended toward the earth, their movements sharp and relentless like predators stalking prey. The roots pierced through boulders and burrowed into soil, spreading outward like a net in all directions.
Kuuuong—
From the grotesque giant frame of decaying wood, a pitch-black aura began to pour forth. The darkness engulfed the volcanic surroundings, cold and suffocating shadow blanketing everything.
Pwooom—
What emerged alongside that chilling presence were the Undead Trent creatures. Grotesquely twisted branches formed their limbs, their trunks covered in putrid bark. Empty eye sockets blazed with crimson madness. These nightmarish abominations burst forth from the ground, radiating sinister dread.
“Aaaahhhhh—!”
The anguished screams of the players amplified the terror. Their desperate flight was pathetic beyond measure. As their legs trembled and buckled, the shadows of the Undead Trent creatures loomed over them.
Boom-crash, boom-crash.
The undead tree monsters advanced, shattering boulders and obliterating soil beneath them. The killing intent radiated from their movements as they wielded their massive branch-like arms through the air. The earth trembled and fractured with each step, and the players’ screams of terror only grew louder.
While the desperate wails of terrified players filled the gorge, the horrifying Undead tree spirits continued their merciless onslaught.
Gleaming crimson eyes, decaying branches descending with eerie malevolence. The players offered not the slightest resistance before being trampled mercilessly.
In mere moments, all the countless players ascending the volcano were brutally slaughtered. Contorted corpses and scattered equipment fragments lay strewn about in a hellish tableau of blood and ruin.
Observing the carnage from above, I slowly rose to my feet. I leaped lightly from the Undead World Tree and made my way toward the scene of massacre. “Hmm.”
As I surveyed the corpses, I suddenly stopped and parted my lips.
“Arulan.”
Clang.
The moment my low voice faded, a sharp sound tore through the air and an ominous rift opened in space.
“Click-clack.”
Arulan murmured softly.
What came next was predetermined.
Whoooosh….
Slowly, he extended his skeletal arms into the void.
Swish, swish.
Black energy began to bloom from Arulan’s fingertips. A foul-smelling mist crept across the ground like a living thing, spreading outward. The putrid miasma of darkness converged visibly upon the corpses.
Ssshhhhk— Fwissshh—
As the sinister energy clung to and seeped into the bodies, a miraculous transformation unfolded. Shattered bones and ruptured organs slowly began to restore themselves. The scattered limbs of the fallen players reassembled, and torn flesh crawled back into place, reconstructing their living forms.
Thud, thud….
From pools of crimson blood, the resurrected undead players rose to their feet without will or consciousness. Their eyes—hollow voids consumed by darkness—fixed upon empty space as they slowly knelt before Kim Jae-beom. All trace of their former selves had vanished, replaced entirely by unwavering loyalty to him.
“Charge into the Volcano.”
Kim Jae-beom issued his command. The moment his words faded, the undead players spun as one and began sprinting toward the Volcano. Their mechanical, purposeless dash forward was chilling in its precision.
Crunch, crunch.
The Undead Legion reached the Volcano’s entrance, their footsteps trampling the parched earth.
Without hesitation, they poured into the Cave like a flood. With pupils blackened beyond recognition, the undead players surged toward the Volcano’s heart.
Boom, boom, boom.
Heavy footfalls echoed as Kim Jae-beom followed in the wake of his undead forces. Indifferent to the ominous silhouette of the Volcano rising from the desolate Kabran plains, he unhesitatingly vanished into the Cave.
“M-Master!”
Flustered and stammering, Barcode hurried after Kim Jae-beom in panic. He too disappeared into the dark, narrow entrance of the Volcano’s Cave.
Boom, boom.
The interior of the Volcano blazed with scorching, turbid heat. Through the thick smoke that obscured vision, brilliant firelight flickered violently.
“Wow. Automatic combat….”
Barcode could not help but gasp at the spectacle unfolding before his eyes.
Whoooosh! Boom!
In the center of the swirling inferno burning with orange light, undead players and Fire Spirits engulfed in crimson flames clashed fiercely.
The battle raging near the roiling lava was nothing short of brutal.
The Fire Spirits slashed at the undead soldiers with their blazing claws. Yet their opponents endured with eerie vitality, stubbornly pressing their assault. The zombies, their flesh melting away in the flames, charged at the Spirits without a moment’s hesitation. Screams and roars intermingled, their deafening cacophony shaking the Volcano.
Kim Jae-beom watched the scene in silence.
Boom!
The dying cries of the Fire Spirits echoed through the chamber.
[Kuuuaahhh!]
The Spirits collapsed, burning their final flames of life. The glowing red aura emanating from their bodies gradually faded, seeping into the earth. Ash and cinder scattered in all directions, settling upon the charred remains. It was a tragic, final moment.
“So it has come.”
Kim Jae-beom murmured toward the fallen Spirits’ remains. In that instant, a faint smile played at the corners of his mouth.
Crash! Crash!
The moment his words ceased, a tremendous tremor shook the Volcano, reverberating through the earth itself.
It was a bone-chilling vibration.
The ground trembled violently, and massive fissures began to tear across the floor. The world seemed on the verge of splitting in two.
Shhhhiiiiing!
Emerging from the cracks was a Fire Spirit of unimaginable magnitude. From its molten, lava-like body radiated scorching heat so intense it made breathing impossible. The overwhelming aura heated the surrounding air until it warped and distorted.
“Kuuuahhh!”
With a roar that shook the very foundations of the earth, the colossal Fire Spirit surveyed its surroundings. Its bloodshot eyes burned with fury.
Whoooosh!
The massive Fire Spirit swung both arms in a wide arc.
Boom! Boom!
At that very moment, a scorching vortex of flames erupted with a deafening roar. A colossal wave of fire, as if devouring everything in its path, crashed down upon the Undead Legion players.
Aaaaaahhhhh!
A harrowing scream tore through the air. Yet soon, silence reclaimed everything. As the inferno subsided, only blackened ash remained scattered across the rubble-strewn ground. In an instant, the Undead Legion soldiers had been reduced to cinders, leaving not even a trace behind. Everything had vanished into that ashen oblivion.
At that moment, Kim Jae-beom turned his gaze toward Barcode. He issued a command in a low voice.
“You take this one.”
“Understood!”
A sharp grin spread across his face.
What flickered at the corners of Barcode’s mouth was unwavering resolve. In the next instant, he grasped the greatsword hanging from his waist with both hands and drew it with tremendous force. The heavy metallic screech of the blade rang out with an eerie resonance.
Shhhhiiiiing….
Barcode’s body, now wielding the greatsword, was enveloped in an inky black radiance. Darkness swirled around him like rippling fabric, emanating an ominous aura.
Whoooosh… Shhhhiiik….
Armed with that dark power, Barcode charged toward the Fire Spirit. His swift movement tore through the air, leaving a trail in his wake.
Roooaaarrr!
Upon spotting the warrior hurtling toward it, the Fire Spirit shrieked and swung both of its massive arms. A scorching tempest of flames engulfed Barcode.

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