My Skeleton Soldier Is Strange - Chapter 230

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Chapter 230
The moment my hand descended, the bodies of the demon-transformed players surged forward in unison. The orderly formation crumbled instantly, and a black tide poured toward the Fortress. With each thunderous footfall against the earth, dust erupted skyward, and thousands of footsteps merged into a single deafening roar.
“Charge!”
A demon player cried out, his voice trembling with excitement, his crimson eyes blazing with the fervor of battle.
“Time to farm items!”
Another player’s shout followed. For them, this invasion was far more than a simple assault. It was a new challenge.
More than that—it was an opportunity to grow stronger. The promise of items and experience points that the NPC soldiers would drop filled their hearts with anticipation.
The demon players reached the deep moat surrounding the Fortress. Yet the water-filled chasm did not stop them. Some unfurled reinforced wings and soared across the moat, while others dove into the water and swam through. A few conjured specialized magic to create ice bridges across the surface, or teleported directly over the gap.
Having crossed the moat, the demons now reached the Castle Wall. The Fortress’s wall stood tall and formidable. Constructed from gray stone, this colossal barrier was designed to withstand ordinary assaults. But the demon players refused to be deterred.
They began scaling the wall. Sharpened claws dug into crevices between stones, and reinforced muscles hauled their bodies upward.
It resembled a swarm of spiders crawling up a surface. Some formed human ladders by standing on one another’s shoulders, while those with wings assisted their comrades from the air.
Fear flickered across the faces of the NPC soldiers watching from atop the Castle Wall. They had never faced enemies like this before. Yet they raised their weapons to fulfill their sworn duty.
“Fire!”
At General Balte’s command, bows and catapults unleashed their volleys simultaneously. The sky filled with arrows. Hundreds of projectiles rained down like a deluge, while massive boulders launched from the siege engines carved through the air.
The Magician units joined the assault. They raised their staffs and chanted incantations. Azure flames, lightning, ice spears, and clouds of poison gas cascaded toward the demons below the wall.
The barrage was effective. Some demon players struck by arrows, boulders, and magic fell where they stood. Their bodies began to glow with blue light, triggering a special effect that forced them to log out of the game. Seconds later, their avatars vanished, leaving nothing behind.
“Fall back! Dodge the arrows!”
A demon player shouted a warning, but it came too late. Dozens of demon players fell to the initial volley. Yet this represented only a negligible loss compared to the size of the Demon Legion.
“Keep climbing!”
“Don’t stop!”
“We can respawn even if we die!”
The demon players encouraged one another and continued their ascent up the Castle Wall.
They understood that death within the game was temporary; they could log back in and fight again.
A second barrage of arrows descended. More demon players fell, yet their advance did not falter. In fact, after the first assault, they began moving more strategically. Some raised shields to block the arrows, while Magician-class players cast defensive spells to protect their allies.
Atop the Castle Wall, the NPC soldiers resisted desperately. They fired arrows in rapid succession, poured boiling oil, and thrust spears at the climbing demons to knock them down. Yet despite their efforts, the sheer number of demon players was overwhelming.
Finally, the first demon player reached the top of the Castle Wall. He was a powerfully built demon with wings sprouting from his back. The moment his feet touched the wall’s summit, nearby NPC soldiers rushed toward him.
“Intruder! Stop him!”
As the soldiers cried out, spears and swords flew toward the demon player. But he evaded their attacks with remarkable agility and struck back viciously. His claws flashed, tearing across one soldier’s throat, while his tail swept another off the wall and into the void below.
More demon players followed, scaling the wall. One, two, three—and soon dozens were cresting the ramparts and pouring into the Fortress’s interior. They were now breaking through the defensive lines, advancing toward the heart of the stronghold.
Fierce combat erupted atop the Castle Wall. The NPC soldiers fought with desperate determination.
But as the demon players’ enhanced abilities and reinforced strength bore down upon them, the soldiers were gradually pushed back. The battle atop the wall was becoming a one-sided slaughter. Though the NPC soldiers fought valiantly, they proved powerless against the players’ creative and devastating attacks.
Boom!
At this critical moment, a figure emerged from the Central Tower of the Fortress. It was General Balte. He was utterly different from the other NPC soldiers. His armor was more ornate, his bearing more commanding, and his eyes burned with unwavering resolve. General Balte was the supreme commander of the Fortress, a legendary Armored Knight who had defended Shupen for twenty years.
General Balte walked onto the Castle Wall. His footsteps seemed to make the earth tremble, and his presence dominated everything around him. Even the demon players rushing chaotically across the wall paused momentarily, their eyes fixed upon him.
General Balte slowly drew the sword at his waist. It was no ordinary blade. It radiated black light. The moment the sword fully left its sheath, something extraordinary occurred.
A golden aura erupted from General Balte’s body. At first, it was merely a faint glow, but it intensified, enveloping his entire form. The aura spread like wings behind his back, and the ground beneath his feet was bathed in golden radiance. This luminous power was overwhelming. The demon players nearby instinctively retreated.
“In the name of the divine, I shall drive evil from this land.”
Whoosh!
His sword carved through the air in a sweeping arc. A golden trajectory remained, hanging in the air as if it possessed substance. As General Balte swung again, another golden line appeared. He continued his relentless assault, and soon his surroundings were encircled by golden arcs.
After a moment of silence, the demon players reacted. They sensed the formidable strength of this new threat, yet they also understood that it would bring worthy rewards.
“Swarm him!”
At the cry of one Demon Legion player, dozens of demons surged toward General Balte in unison. Armed with varied weapons, they attacked the general from all directions.
General Balte displayed extraordinary combat prowess. His movements were so swift that my eyes could scarcely follow them. He deflected every assault that came from the front while simultaneously evading enemies closing in from behind. His body moved with fluid grace, as though dancing, leaving only golden afterimages in his wake.
Yet the sheer number of Demon Legion players proved overwhelming. For each one General Balte felled, two more filled the gap. Cracks began spreading across his armor, and his movements grew increasingly sluggish.
Finally, a Demon Legion player’s claws pierced General Balte’s flank. Golden blood spilled forth. The general staggered momentarily, but quickly steadied himself and continued fighting. Yet now his weakness lay exposed, and the Demon Legion players seized upon it without hesitation.
Three demons attacked his legs in rapid succession. He fell to one knee. But his eyes still blazed with indomitable spirit. He gathered his remaining strength and raised his blade high.
“Nooooo!”
With General Balte’s roar, an aura far more intense than before erupted from his body. This was no mere light—it was an explosion. Golden waves rippled outward in all directions, hurling nearby Demon Legion players away. Some plummeted below the Castle Wall, while others collapsed where they stood.
General Balte’s aura intensified further. His form was now completely engulfed in golden radiance, his very shape becoming indistinguishable. An intense light like a sun descending upon the earth illuminated the Castle Wall.
Yet this magnificent display of power could not endure. At the peak of General Balte’s aura, the light suddenly began to flicker. His strength was depleting. He had released far too much energy at once.
Seizing the moment as the light weakened, the Demon Legion players charged again. This time, greater numbers attacked with far greater coordination. They completely encircled General Balte from every direction, leaving him no avenue of escape.
“Finish him!”
“Boss loot!”
“Experience bonus!”
With the cries of the Demon Legion players, they surged toward General Balte in unison. Their assault engulfed him in an instant, and his golden aura finally extinguished.
General Balte fell. His armor shattered into fragments, and his body was covered in wounds. Yet his eyes still held an unbreakable will. He drew his final breath and gazed toward the Sky.
“May the Empire endure eternal….”
With his final words, General Balte’s body began decomposing into golden particles. It was unlike the death of an ordinary NPC. The golden particles emanating from his form rose into the air, shimmering like tiny stars before gradually fading away.
Where General Balte had completely vanished, luminous items appeared. These were the spoils he had left behind. A golden sword, gleaming armor, and rings lay scattered upon the ground.

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