My Skeleton Soldier Is Strange - Chapter 218

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Chapter 218
The Butcher moved his body once more. This time, an even stronger resolve coursed through his movements. His muscles swelled as power surged through every fiber of his being. He grasped an enormous greatsword in both hands and raised it high above his head. The blade gleamed in the empty air, and the surrounding atmosphere began to grow scorching hot.
Intense crimson light blazed from the Butcher’s eyes. Hot steam rose from his mouth. He drew in a deep breath and concentrated all his strength into the greatsword. In the next instant, he brought the blade down with devastating force toward the Archangel, channeling every ounce of his power into the strike.
The moment the greatsword cleaved through the air, a strange phenomenon occurred. Flames were born from the blade’s sharp surface. What began as mere sparks instantly transformed into a raging inferno. The fire stretched along the sword’s trajectory and surged toward the Archangel.
“Uuuugh!”
With the Butcher’s bestial cry, the flames burned even more ferociously.
They separated from the blade and swam freely through the air. Propelled by their own momentum, the flames hurtled toward the Archangel.
The Archangel watched this assault with eyes wide open. Wariness etched itself across his expression. He spread his wings wider and assumed a defensive stance, but the speed of the flames far exceeded his expectations.
Crimson fire engulfed the Archangel. The flames wrapped around his body like a predator consuming its prey. At first, only the tips of his wings were consumed by the inferno, but soon the fire began to cover his entire form. The Archangel’s silhouette flickered dimly within the scarlet blaze.
Every observer on the Battlefield held their breath. The sight of the Archangel being swallowed by flames was shocking. Yet this was merely the beginning.
Sudden change erupted from the Archangel’s form, which had appeared completely consumed by the flames. What began as a faint glimmer soon transformed into brilliant radiance. Golden light began to awaken slowly within the crimson inferno.
Golden flames burst forth from the Archangel’s body. Though small at first, they rapidly expanded in size. They began to push back the Butcher’s crimson fire with increasing force.
Where the two types of flames collided, violet fire was born. The crimson flames and golden fire pushed and pulled against each other, each striving for dominance. Yet as time passed, the intensity of the golden flames only grew stronger.
The Archangel’s six wings spread wide, and the golden flames expanded explosively. Before this overwhelming energy, the Butcher’s crimson fire steadily weakened.
At last, the Butcher’s flames were completely extinguished. The Archangel stood at the center of the Battlefield, enveloped in dazzling golden light. The radiance pouring from his body was as bright and intense as the sun itself. His six wings spread even wider, and his eyes gleamed with the confidence of victory.
Watching all of this unfold, my eyes changed. My expression no longer held any composure. Before the Archangel’s true power, I realized I needed a new strategy.
“I’ll have to combine my strength as well.”
My voice was quiet, but it carried unwavering resolve. I slowly extended my right hand into the empty air. With my palm open toward the Sky, I concentrated as if calling out to something.
Subtle vibrations began to ripple through the air. Particles of light started to gather in the space above my palm. At first they were merely faint points, but gradually they took on a distinct form. The light particles clustered together, creating an elongated shape.
It was a sword. As the blade’s form completed, the light slowly faded, and substance took its place. The blade was dark black. Crimson patterns were inscribed across its surface.
The sword’s hilt was intricately carved in the shape of a dragon’s head.
Without hesitation, I grasped the sword floating in the air. The moment the blade touched my hand, the crimson patterns blazed with intense light. That radiance traveled up my arm and enveloped my entire body. My eyes took on the same crimson hue as the sword’s patterns.
With the sword in hand, my appearance became far more menacing. The black cloak unfurled behind me rippled violently despite the absence of wind, and crimson energy swirled around me.
I pointed the sword forward and called out to the Butcher.
“Let’s go together!”
The Butcher responded to my call with a mighty roar.
The Butcher and I moved simultaneously. We charged toward the Archangel. I approached from the left while the Butcher came from the right.
My movements were swift and fluid.
I crossed through the air.
The Butcher’s frame was far more massive, yet he moved with incredible speed. His enormous greatsword carved through the air, creating resistance, but it proved powerless against his strength.
We reached the Archangel at precisely the same moment. I swung my blade upward in a sharp arc from below, while the Butcher brought his greatsword down with crushing force from above. Two blades approached the Archangel from different directions.
The Archangel used his six wings to assume a defensive stance against this complex assault. Yet blocking attacks from two directions simultaneously proved difficult. His wings blazed with even more intense golden light, forming a defensive barrier.
My sword and the Butcher’s greatsword struck the barrier simultaneously. As both weapons applied continuous pressure, subtle vibrations began to ripple across the barrier’s surface.
I poured more strength into my blade. The crimson energy pouring from the patterns grew increasingly intense, and that power concentrated along the blade’s edge toward the barrier.
The Butcher too channeled tremendous force into his greatsword. His muscles swelled as if about to burst, and the veins across his entire body puffed up red like magma. Flames erupted from the greatsword like a volcanic Crater. The fire became razor-sharp heat that burned through the barrier.
As both blades attacked the same point, spider-web-like cracks began to form across the barrier’s surface. At first they were thin as capillaries, but as time passed, the fissures deepened and widened. Crimson energy began to penetrate into the golden barrier.
The Butcher and I moved in perfect synchronization. We never exchanged a single glance, yet our attacks flowed with flawless rhythm. Each time my blade moved, the Butcher’s greatsword followed in the same cadence.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Sharp sounds emanated from the cracks spreading across the entire barrier. It resembled the sound of shattering ice, yet possessed a harder, more metallic resonance. The cracks now extended across the entire barrier, and golden light began to leak through the fissures.
“Harder!”
With Kim Jae-beom’s cry, the two of them gathered their remaining strength and attacked simultaneously. His blade spun, radiating azure light, while the Butcher’s greatsword descended with tremendous force from within the inferno, shattering the barrier.
Boom!
The barrier shattered completely in a dazzling explosion, scattering golden fragments across the entire Battlefield. Where the barrier had vanished, the Archangel’s unguarded form was exposed.
Kim Jae-beom and the Butcher seized the opening without hesitation. The moment the barrier disappeared, both their blades flew toward the Archangel’s armor, aiming precisely at his left shoulder. The Butcher’s greatsword traced a larger, more powerful arc, plunging toward the Archangel’s chest.
Shink!
Both blades pierced the Archangel’s armor simultaneously. The ornate armor, blended with white and gold, tore like paper before their assault. The blades, having penetrated the armor, carved through the Archangel’s flesh.
In that moment, a wondrous sight unfolded. Golden liquid began to flow from the Archangel’s wounds. It was undoubtedly blood, yet unlike the crimson blood of humans, it shone in pure gold. The golden blood gleamed brilliantly, and around it, tiny particles of light danced and scattered.
As the Archangel’s golden blood touched Kim Jae-beom’s blade and the Butcher’s greatsword, strange transformations occurred on both weapons’ surfaces. Golden radiance began to seep into the blades. The crimson patterns inscribed on my sword now shifted to an orange hue, blending gold and red.
For the first time, emotion appeared on the Archangel’s serene face. Beneath his silver mask, his lips twisted, and his eyes blazed with disbelief. He gazed down at his wound, then raised his head, alternating his stare between Kim Jae-beom and the Butcher.
“Nooooo!”
The Archangel’s wrathful cry shook the entire Battlefield. His voice was filled with the humiliation and fury of a divine being. The air of the Battlefield trembled, and clouds scattered. The Archangel’s voice became a physical shockwave, pushing everything around him away.
The Archangel’s six wings, consumed by rage, unfurled completely. Each feather of the wings radiated light, transforming into sharp blades. The wings were no longer mere instruments of flight—they had become terrifying weapons.
The Archangel swung his wings forcefully in all directions. As all six wings moved simultaneously, a colossal gale erupted. It was no ordinary wind. It was a devastating tempest infused with golden energy bursting from the feather tips.

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