My Skeleton Soldier Is Strange - Chapter 225

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Chapter 225
The colossal water droplet measured approximately three meters in diameter. It hung suspended in the air, maintaining a perfect spherical form. Though its surface remained smooth, the interior churned with ceaseless motion. Within the crimson liquid, something slowly coalesced into tangible form.
Kim Jae-beom and Barcode observed the entire process in breathless silence. Wonder and dread mingled across Barcode’s features. He seemed overwhelmed by the arcane spectacle unfolding before him—a sight beyond his ordinary experience.
The movements within the droplet intensified progressively. The liquid rotated with increasing velocity, channeling power into the entity taking shape within. Scarlet lightning flickered ceaselessly across the droplet’s surface, appearing and vanishing in rapid succession.
Then, as tension reached its crescendo, the droplet ruptured.
Boom!
With an unexpected detonation, the droplet scattered in all directions. Yet the expelled liquid never touched the ground—it evaporated mid-air. Crimson mist briefly suffused the space before dissipating rapidly.
As the haze cleared, the entity within revealed itself. A Supreme Demon.
It differed fundamentally from any Demon I had encountered before. Its sheer magnitude proved overwhelming. Low-tier Demons paled in comparison, and it dwarfed even Mid-tier Demons. Its height reached at least five meters, and its frame exuded majesty.
The Supreme Demon’s form mirrored the demons of ancient myth. It possessed a powerful humanoid torso atop the hindquarters of a goat. Four pairs of horns crowned its head, each distinct in shape and size. The largest curved backward, exceeding one meter in length.
Its skin, like other Demons, burned crimson, yet the hue ran far deeper and richer. Most striking were the patterns etched across its body—they writhed as though alive. These were no mere ornament; they represented the Demon’s power made manifest in physical form.
The wings proved equally impressive. Two pairs unfurled from its back, each possessing a different character. The upper pair resembled bat wings—leathery and membranous. The lower pair bore raven feathers. When fully extended, their span reached nearly ten meters.
The Supreme Demon’s visage possessed an otherworldly beauty. Its strong jawline, prominent cheekbones, and deeply set eyes evoked ancient sculpture. Yet the flame-like irises blazing within those eyes were unmistakably inhuman.
Tremendous power radiated from the Demon’s entire form in waves. Invisible yet unmistakably present, it compressed the air itself. The temperature surged dramatically. Even the light emanating from the crimson crystals dimmed in the Demon’s presence.
The Supreme Demon surveyed its surroundings slowly. When its gaze fell upon me, it paused. Our eyes met. In that instant, the air grew heavier still.
The Supreme Demon fixed its stare upon me and began moving with deliberate slowness. Its massive frame bent forward, and one knee descended to the ground.
Thud!
The moment the Demon’s knee struck the floor, the entire Underground Chamber trembled faintly.
The second knee followed, touching down as well. Now the Supreme Demon knelt completely, its head bowed deeply. The horned head dared not lift to meet my gaze. In a voice that quivered slightly, it spoke.
“I swear my allegiance.”
The Demon’s voice resonated with otherworldly timbre—as though multiple voices spoke simultaneously. At its declaration, the air itself trembled, and the patterns inscribed upon the walls flared brilliantly in response.
I observed this spectacle with profound satisfaction. A smile played across my lips. Witnessing a legendary being kneel before me, I felt the tangible success of my design.
“Excellent.”
My voice remained quiet yet absolute. At my words, the Supreme Demon bowed even deeper. I turned my gaze slowly toward Barcode. He remained rigid, still overwhelmed by the magnitude of what unfolded before him.
“Let us transform this Fortress into a Fortress of Demons.”
At my command, Barcode snapped to attention and nodded.
“Understood.”
The moment Barcode’s acknowledgment ended, the kneeling Supreme Demon’s body underwent a bizarre transformation. It trembled faintly, then suddenly raised its head.
The Supreme Demon’s jaw opened gradually at first, then progressively wider. Its mouth stretched beyond normal limits.
Abruptly, black liquid erupted from its maw. This was no ordinary water. It possessed a profound, lightless black that seemed to absorb illumination itself. The torrent burst forth with tremendous force.
Initially, the stream poured downward, but upon striking the ground, it spread outward in all directions. The black substance raced across the floor and climbed the walls.
The black liquid expanded at astonishing speed. It flooded the vast Underground Chamber in moments, then pierced the ceiling to ascend above. Like a conscious entity, it infiltrated every corner of the Fortress.
The black liquid reached our feet, yet we recognized it posed no threat. It perceived us and parted around us. Meanwhile, the Supreme Demon continued its endless expulsion, jaw agape.
The black substance spread beyond the Underground Chamber throughout the entire Fortress. It climbed the Staircase and reached the upper levels. Soldiers, servants, and all living beings within the Fortress recoiled in bewilderment at this inexplicable phenomenon.
The moment the black liquid touched them, their bodies transformed. First, their skin discolored. Pallid flesh gradually took on a crimson hue. Their eyes changed as well. Eyes of varied colors shifted uniformly to gold or red.
More dramatic changes followed. Small horns sprouted from some heads, while small wings grew from others’ backs. Fingernails lengthened and sharpened. Teeth developed into fangs.
Everyone within the Fortress became Demons. They were not complete Demons in form, yet neither were they human. They had become something between—a hybrid form, a sort of half-Demon.
Once the transformation completed, they experienced momentary confusion. Yet soon, enlightenment blazed in their eyes. They instinctively recognized themselves as beings now bound in servitude to me and the Supreme Demon.
After the black liquid engulfed the entire Fortress, it transformed its very appearance. The gray stone structure gradually darkened.
The landscape surrounding the Fortress shifted as well. The earth encircling it grew increasingly barren, and the surrounding vegetation withered or twisted into bizarre forms. Above the Fortress alone, the sky burned crimson.
As the transformation completed, the Supreme Demon finally closed his mouth. The eruption of black water ceased. He knelt once more and bowed his head toward Kim Jae-beom.
Kim Jae-beom observed the sight for a moment, then slowly turned his body. Barcode and the Supreme Demon remained motionless, their eyes fixed upon his retreating figure. Kim Jae-beom was now preparing to leave the newly completed Demon Fortress.
Crossing the vast Underground Chamber, Kim Jae-beom began ascending the newly formed Staircase. The Staircase was no longer a simple stone structure. Transformed by the black water, it now consisted of black marble embedded with crimson crystals.
As Kim Jae-beom climbed, his cloak billowed without any wind to carry it.
Faint flames flickered and vanished along its edges. With each step his feet touched the Staircase, a crimson light briefly flashed at that point.
Upon reaching the ground level, Kim Jae-beom beheld the Fortress’s interior, now completely transformed. Everything had changed. The walls had turned black, and crimson patterns were inscribed throughout.
The Fortress soldiers—now half-Demons—bowed their heads in unison as Kim Jae-beom passed.
Kim Jae-beom paid them scarcely any attention as he walked toward the central Plaza of the Fortress. Upon arriving at the Plaza, he looked up at the Sky. The Sky above the Fortress was stained crimson, and suspicious clouds swirled in vortices.
Kim Jae-beom slowly drew a deep breath and raised both arms toward the Sky. His voice resonated across the Plaza.
“Archangel.”
The moment those words ended, the Sky transformed. The crimson expanse suddenly began to split. What began as a small fissure rapidly widened into a vast chasm. A colossal rift had torn open across the heavens.
Intense crimson light poured through the fissure.
What appeared first were enormous wings. Wings of black leather emerged through the rift. They were so vast they could have covered the entire Plaza.
Following the wings came a massive body. The Fallen Archangel had arrived.
The Fallen Archangel’s face no longer retained any celestial beauty. It was now entirely a demon’s visage.
As the Archangel fully revealed himself through the rift, he began to descend slowly. His six wings fluttered gently, regulating his descent. The moment the Archangel’s feet touched the Plaza floor, the ground cracked beneath him, and crimson light seeped through.
The Archangel knelt on one knee the instant he landed before Kim Jae-beom. His stature remained immense—even kneeling, he towered far above Kim Jae-beom. The Archangel’s crimson eyes gazed upon Kim Jae-beom’s face.
Kim Jae-beom regarded the Fallen Archangel for a moment.
“Prepare to enter the Heavenly Realm.”
And so he spoke.

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