My Skeleton Soldier Is Strange - Chapter 219

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Chapter 219
Kim Jae-beom sensed the danger and swiftly pulled his body back. However, the wings moved far faster than anticipated. The Archangel’s right wing struck Kim Jae-beom’s flank with lightning-quick speed.
Boom!
With tremendous impact, Kim Jae-beom’s body flew far away. His form spun several times in midair like a puppet. The wing’s attack carved deep wounds across his side. Crimson blood scattered across the empty sky.
The Butcher likewise could not evade the wing’s assault. His massive frame made his movements slower than Kim Jae-beom’s. Three of the Archangel’s wings descended upon the Butcher simultaneously, striking his chest, shoulders, and left arm.
Crash!
With an impact that felt like it pierced his heart, the Butcher’s great sword slipped from his grasp. Wings wreathed in flame trembled, and deep cracks formed across his armor. The golden radiance pouring from the Archangel’s wings began to incinerate the Butcher’s body.
Both Kim Jae-beom and the Butcher suffered grievous wounds from the Archangel’s wing attacks and began plummeting from the sky toward the earth. Their bodies fell rapidly. Behind them, crimson blood and golden fragments trailed like tails.
Just before their bodies struck the ground, Kim Jae-beom summoned his last reserves of strength and moved his blade. The crimson aura erupting from his sword formed a protective barrier around himself and the Butcher. It could not fully absorb the impact, but it was enough to avert the worst outcome.
Boom! Boom!
The sound of two heavy objects colliding with the earth reverberated across the land. Dust clouds rose from the point of impact, and deep fissures spread outward. As the dust began to settle, two figures lying within a sunken crater became visible.
High above in the sky, the wounded Archangel gazed down upon them with eyes blazing with fury. His wings remained fully spread, and golden blood continued to flow from the wounds across his shoulders and chest.
“Hm.”
Kim Jae-beom, lying within the crater, slowly rose to his feet. His body was covered in wounds.
Yet his eyes still burned with intensity. He lifted his gaze toward the sky, regarding the wounded Archangel.
Golden blood cascaded from the Archangel’s wounds like a small waterfall. Witnessing this sight, a faint smile spread across Kim Jae-beom’s lips.
Kim Jae-beom slowly rose and stood upright. His cloak was torn, yet it still fluttered with dignity in the wind. He drew a deep breath and cried out.
“Arulan!”
His shout echoed across the entire Battlefield. All his companions gathered near the crater responded to his voice. The figure of Arulan, draped in a black cloak, stood out particularly.
Arulan responded immediately to Kim Jae-beom’s call. He slowly raised both hands. His fingers trembled faintly, then he gently clenched his fists. The gesture was simple, yet it contained formidable will.
Something extraordinary occurred. The Archangel’s wounds, particularly the deep gashes across his shoulders and chest, began to undergo a sudden transformation. What began as mere pinpricks of black soon took on form.
Black tendrils erupted from the wounds. They moved like vines. The tendrils initially appeared as gossamer threads, but they rapidly thickened and spread outward from the Archangel’s wounds. Where golden blood met black tendrils, violet flames ignited.
“What is this…!”
The Archangel’s expression twisted in shock.
The tendrils climbed fluidly across the Archangel’s body. Those emerging from the shoulder wound ascended toward his neck, while those from the chest wound extended toward his arms. All the tendrils grew ceaselessly, increasing in length and thickness.
As Arulan bent his fingers more forcefully, the black tendrils’ movements accelerated. They swiftly began to coil around the Archangel’s entire body. His shoulders, arms, chest, and legs—the black vines bound the Archangel’s form tightly.
The Archangel resisted this sudden assault violently. His six wings thrashed powerfully, attempting to shake off the black tendrils. Golden flames erupted from his hands, seeking to incinerate the vines.
“What is this!”
The Archangel’s furious cry echoed across the Battlefield. His voice mingled bewilderment with rage. He twisted his entire body, struggling to break free from the restraints, but the black tendrils only tightened further with his movements.
Arulan appeared to have anticipated the Archangel’s resistance, his expression remaining composed. He clenched his hands more forcefully and closed his eyes. Black mist rose from his entire body, ascending toward the sky.
The black tendrils ensnaring the Archangel’s body grew stronger, empowered by Arulan’s force. Red patterns now began to appear across the tendrils’ surface.
The Archangel’s golden flames touched the tendrils, yet they did not burn away. Rather, where the flames made contact, the tendrils grew even more rapidly.
Kim Jae-beom observed this spectacle with satisfaction in his eyes. Exactly as planned, Arulan’s black tendrils were perfectly ensnaring the Archangel. He extended his hand toward the Butcher lying beside him. The Butcher grasped that hand and slowly, yet surely, rose to his feet.
The Archangel became increasingly bound by the multiplying black tendrils. Now his body was nearly obscured beneath them. Only his face remained barely visible, and even that was gradually being covered.
As the tendrils constrained the Archangel’s wings, he progressively lost his ability to fly. With his wings bound, he lost his balance in the air. What began as a subtle tremor grew increasingly pronounced.
The Archangel could no longer remain suspended in the sky. His body began to tilt slowly, yet inexorably, downward. Initially the descent was gradual, but gravity’s pull accelerated it steadily.
“Argh!”
The Archangel shrieked, his cry mingling rage with despair.
At last the Archangel’s body tilted completely, and he finally succumbed to gravity, plummeting toward the earth. His form, completely ensnared by black tendrils, resembled an enormous cocoon. He fell toward the ground with stone-like speed.
All those on the ground watched this spectacle with eyes filled with awe. The sight of a celestial being plummeting to earth was magnificent in itself. Black tendrils and golden fragments trailed behind the Archangel’s descending form like a tail.
Boom!
With a tremendous impact, the Archangel’s body slammed into the ground. The force of his weight and the velocity of his fall carved an enormous crater into the earth. Dust and debris erupted in all directions from the point of collision, and tremors rippled outward as if the very land itself had convulsed.
As the dust gradually settled, the Archangel’s form became visible at the center of the crater, ensnared by black tendrils. He remained conscious, yet the binding vines rendered him nearly immobile.
Tap… tap… tap!
Kim Jae-beom, standing at the crater’s edge, began to walk forward with deliberate steps.
With each footfall, the ground trembled faintly beneath him. Behind him, a crimson cloak billowed and danced as if caught in an invisible wind.
Kim Jae-beom descended the crater’s slope, moving slowly toward the Archangel. In his right hand, he still gripped the blade inscribed with crimson runes.
The bound Archangel watched Kim Jae-beom’s approach. His eyes still gleamed with divine radiance, yet that brilliance had undeniably dimmed. The black tendrils’ restraint was slowly draining his power.
Kim Jae-beom finally reached the Archangel’s side. He paused, gazing down at the celestial being. Their eyes met in the void between them.
Silence flowed, as if the wind itself had ceased to blow, and in that moment, Kim Jae-beom spoke.
“Now die.”
Before his words could even settle, Kim Jae-beom’s body moved with explosive speed. He raised the blade high above his head with his right hand. The crimson runes upon it blazed with intensified brilliance, their light pushing back the surrounding darkness.
Gripping the sword with both hands, Kim Jae-beom channeled all his strength into a downward strike aimed at the Archangel’s chest. His movements were swift and precise. The blade sang as it cleaved through the air with a sharp, piercing sound.
The sword’s keen edge flew toward the gap in the Archangel’s shattered armor, directly at the location of his heart. The remaining fragments of armor attempted to block Kim Jae-beom’s blade, but they tore away like paper.
With a metallic ring, Kim Jae-beom’s sword plunged deep into the Archangel’s chest. The blade pierced directly through his heart. In that instant, a blinding flash engulfed the entire crater. That light, a fusion of golden and crimson radiance, possessed an intensity as if the sun itself had detonated.
“Aaaahhhhh!”
The Archangel’s anguished cry echoed across the Battlefield. His voice no longer carried the grandeur of a thousand bells harmonizing in unison. It was a scream of pure agony and despair.
A remarkable transformation began to unfold within the Archangel’s body. The golden radiance that had shimmered across his skin gradually faded. The color first drained from his fingertips and toes, then spread progressively toward his core. The luminous gold transformed incrementally into ashen gray.
Changes also occurred in the Archangel’s six wings. The feathers that had blazed so brilliantly began losing their luster one by one.
The divine essence flowing through the Archangel’s body was rapidly extinguishing. The golden halo radiating from him grew increasingly faint. The radiance in his eyes dimmed gradually. His expression now held neither anger nor will—only resignation and emptiness remained.

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