My Skeleton Soldier Is Strange - Chapter 238

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Chapter 238
I walked toward the edge of the Observation Tower. Hundreds of meters of empty air stretched below, yet my steps never wavered. Reaching the precipice, I paused to gaze down at the Plaza. Then I leaped.
My body cut through the air as I plummeted. Yet this was no mere fall. Around me, crimson and golden energies swirled in a vortex, gradually slowing my descent.
The sight of my body descending toward the Plaza was magnificent. My black armor reflected the evening glow, burning with a deep red radiance, while an energy vortex spiraled around me. Along my descent, crimson and golden particles scattered through the air like falling stars.
Every player in the Plaza turned their gaze toward me.
At last, my feet touched the Plaza floor. In that instant, a wave of magical force rippled outward from beneath me—like the concentric rings spreading across water when a stone is cast into it. As the wave engulfed the entire Plaza, all the surrounding light intensified for a moment before returning to normal.
Demon Players gathered around the spot where I landed, forming a circle around me while maintaining a respectful distance.
The Plaza fell into absolute silence. Every eye fixed upon me, and all held their breath in anticipation of my next words.
I opened my mouth. Though my voice was not loud, it resonated clearly to every corner of the Plaza.
“We must gather more players.”
At my words, the transformed players nodded almost in unison.
They felt pride and belonging in their new existence. My proposal to recruit more allies had captured their hearts entirely.
I fell silent for a moment, slowly turning my gaze as if gauging the crowd’s reaction.
“Therefore, we march toward the Imperial Capital.”
The entire Plaza erupted in commotion. The Imperial Capital was a city of incomparable scale compared to Nibelheim, a place where the Empire’s core powers converged. To set it as our target meant challenging the entire Empire itself.
Once the initial shock faded, applause erupted among the Demon Players. A few began hesitantly at first, but soon hundreds joined in. The sound grew louder and louder until it transformed into a thunderous roar of acclamation.
“To the Capital! To the Capital!”
“Bring down the Empire!”
“This is the age of demons!”
Various cries merged and filled the Plaza. The players’ eyes blazed with intensifying excitement, and crimson auras radiated more powerfully from their bodies.
When the cheering reached its crescendo, I slowly raised my right hand toward the Sky. The gesture was simple, yet it silenced all sound in an instant. The Plaza fell into stillness once more, and all eyes fixed upon my hand.
A faint red glow began to bloom from my palm. What started as a small spark swiftly expanded into a crimson sphere the size of a baseball. The sphere rotated slowly above my hand, and within it, the intricate flow of energy was visible.
As I spread my fingers, the sphere rose into the air, hovering about a meter above my hand. Then, moving my fingers again, a second sphere formed—this one larger and more intensely red. It too ascended, positioning itself beside the first.
As my hand movements grew more complex, increasingly more spheres appeared in the void. Third, fourth… up to the tenth—spheres of varying sizes and red hues floated in the air.
When the final sphere formed, I brought both hands together with force. With that sound, all the spheres rapidly converged toward the center. They collided with one another, merging into larger spheres, and in the process, intense red light radiated in all directions.
As the spheres unified into one, it now resembled a colossal red sun. This massive energy mass, roughly five meters in diameter, hovered in the air while slowly beginning to shift its form.
The sun-like sphere stretched and expanded, gradually taking on a different shape. It first transformed into a simple ellipse, but soon protrusions emerged on both sides, and a depression formed at the center. As it took on increasingly specific contours, what it was becoming became clear.
A ship.
But not an ordinary one. It was the form of an airborne sailing vessel.
The hull appeared to be crafted from dark timber, yet its surface was traced with lines resembling crimson veins.
At the bow, a dragon’s head was carved in intricate detail. It was no mere decoration—it appeared genuinely alive. The dragon’s eyes blinked, and from its mouth, crimson smoke occasionally billowed forth.
The ship’s sides bore multiple decks and railings, where several shadowy figures in demon form already stood. These appeared to be NPC sailors I had prepared in advance. They moved with mechanical precision, maintaining the vessel.
The ship’s scale was overwhelming. Approximately fifty meters in length and fifteen meters in width, this colossal airborne sailing vessel hovered above the Plaza, casting its shadow over everything around it.
Once the transformation completed, the sailing ship hung stably about ten meters above the Plaza. From the ship’s sides, several rope ladders descended, their ends reaching precisely to the Plaza floor.
I raised my voice once more.
“All aboard.”
The moment my words fell, the Demon Players sprang into action in unison. They formed orderly lines and moved toward the rope ladders. Those with wings flew directly upward and leaped onto the deck, while others climbed carefully up the ropes.
The ship’s interior was far more spacious and ornate than what appeared from outside. Beneath the main deck lay multiple levels of cabins, warehouses, and a grand hall.
As players continued boarding, the sailing ship descended slightly. Yet this was not due to weight—the vessel was adjusting its own height to allow more players to board with ease.
Once every last player had boarded, I slowly made my way to the ship. Rather than using the ladder, I rose directly into the air and landed on the uppermost deck. There, a special chair had already been prepared for me.
As Kim Jae-beom settled into his chair, the dragon head adorning the bow suddenly lifted its neck. It unleashed a prolonged roar that echoed across the entire city. The sails unfurled completely, and massive oars jutted from the vessel’s sides.
The airship began its slow ascent. Initially moving at a measured pace, it gradually accelerated as it climbed above the city. Once the vessel reached sufficient altitude, it shifted course toward the North. The North—where the Imperial Capital lay.
The sight of the airship rising from Nibelheim and soaring into the heavens was utterly overwhelming.
In that instant, a peculiar transformation occurred at the vessel’s stern. A faint crimson glow first appeared, then intensified progressively. Flames began erupting from the devices positioned at the hull’s end. These were no ordinary flames. They were demonic flames—a fusion of red and black mana.
The booster’s intake widened fully as it activated completely. Suddenly, tremendous force surged through the entire airship. The entire vessel vibrated subtly, and the Demon Players standing on deck had to grasp something to maintain their balance.
Kuuuuuung!
A roar erupted from the dragon’s mouth adorning the ship’s bow. It was no mere ornament—it moved as though it possessed the very soul of the vessel.
A deafening boom filled the sky.
It was the sound of energy from the mana booster tearing through the air. Clouds surrounding the airship scattered from the vibrations, and birds in the distance startled into flight.
Propelled by the booster’s thrust, the airship’s velocity increased dramatically. The hull that had moved sluggishly before now cut through the heavens like an arrow. Its speed was beyond what ordinary flight magic could match. Behind the vessel, a trail of mana stretched like a long tail.
The airship adjusted its course slightly, now flying directly toward the northwest. There lay the Empire’s heart—the capital of Kronheim. This place, where all the Empire’s power concentrated, boasted defenses incomparably stronger than Nibelheim, and countless Knights and Mages were permanently stationed there.
Kim Jae-beom sat in the chair prepared on the uppermost deck. His eyes gazed toward the horizon, and his fingers tapped lightly against the armrest.
The Demon Players marveled at the booster’s activation, yet quickly adapted to the situation and began their activities at their respective stations. Some maintained the deck, while others inspected their weapons. The Mages among the Demon Players installed mana amplification devices throughout the hull, and the warriors among them honed their blades.
The vessel’s interior was equally bustling. Within the multi-leveled internal spaces, various preparations were underway. In one chamber, strategic meetings proceeded. In another, magical bombs were being crafted. Everyone devoted themselves fully to their roles in preparation for the coming battle.

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