My Skeleton Soldier Is Strange - Chapter 250

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Chapter 250
As the rift fully opened, something began to stir within. At first, it was merely a hazy silhouette, but gradually it became clearer, crossing through the dimensional tear into this world.
It was the Fallen Archangel.
His face remained beautiful, yet that beauty bore the scars of distortion and agony. One eye gleamed with golden radiance, while the other was consumed by absolute darkness. Embedded in his forehead were the shattered remnants of a halo, resembling horns.
The Fallen Archangel’s body existed in a state of half-undeath. His upper torso retained the visage of an angel, but his lower half had decayed progressively, exposing bone and putrefied flesh. His armor, once resplendent with golden brilliance, now bore rust and fractures across its surface.
The Fallen Archangel knelt before me. His movements were mechanical, his eyes devoid of vitality.
I gazed down upon the Archangel, satisfaction gleaming in my eyes. I placed my hand upon his head, and crimson electricity flowed from my fingers, enveloping his form.
“Create a passage to the Heavenly Realm.”
My command was simple, yet it carried an irresistible compulsion. The Fallen Archangel’s body trembled faintly, and a flash of pain crossed his gaze. Yet he soon raised his head, meeting my eyes as he responded.
“As you command.”
The Archangel rose slowly. Though his movements carried weight, they retained the inherent grace characteristic of his kind. He raised his right hand and traced something in the empty air.
Golden lines materialized in the void. Following the Archangel’s finger movements, the lines formed a circular pattern, creating a magical seal. It was composed of intricate angelic characters and symbols. As the seal completed, intense light erupted from its center.
Within the radiance, something began to take form. Initially, it was merely a simple hilt, but gradually its shape expanded, revealing a colossal blade. It was a holy relic of an entirely different dimension than ordinary weapons.
The blade stretched at least three meters in length, with considerable width. The blade itself appeared to be forged from pure light, yet its surface was riddled with dark fissures. The hilt was crafted from a mixture of gold and silver, adorned with various precious gems. The crossguard bore wing-shaped ornaments—one white, the other black.
The Fallen Archangel grasped the colossal blade with both hands. His muscles swelled, and his wings unfurled completely. He held the blade aloft toward the sky for a moment, then suddenly brought it crashing downward with tremendous force.
The instant the blade cleaved through the air, an incredible phenomenon occurred. A complete rift formed in the wake of the blade’s passage. It was fundamentally different from the previous spatial tear.
A deep, resonant hum echoed forth.
As the rift expanded progressively, its interior became visible. It was the Heavenly Realm, the domain of the divine. White clouds and golden architecture, an endless expanse of azure sky, and waterfalls of light appeared beyond the dimensional gate. It was a world brimming with perfect beauty and purity.
As the Dimensional Gate fully opened, its scale was overwhelming. It towered at least fifty meters in height, with a width of thirty meters. It was vast enough for the entire Demon Legion to pass through.
I gazed upon the Dimensional Gate with satisfaction. My plan was proceeding flawlessly. Having conquered the Empire, I now advanced toward a greater objective—the conquest of the Heavenly Realm.
“Demon Warriors, prepare to advance toward the Heavenly Realm!”
At my cry, thousands of Demon Players roared in unison. Their weapons were raised toward the sky, their eyes ablaze with excitement for this new conquest. The Demonized Griffins beat their wings with greater ferocity, and the Volcano Spirits unleashed more intense flames.
The Fallen Archangel stood before the Dimensional Gate, awaiting my next command.
I walked slowly toward the Dimensional Gate. I paused before it, observing the world beyond. The light of the Heavenly Realm reflected upon my face, casting shadows across my features.
“The age of the forces of light has ended. The era of the Demon Clan begins now.”
My words carried upon the wind, and the Demon Players roared once more in response to this declaration.
“Advance!”
A sharp whistle cut through the air.
At a single gesture from me, the Demon Warriors surged forward in unison. The elite Demon vanguard advanced toward the Dimensional Gate. Their heavy footsteps thundered across the Plaza, and the clash of weapons announced the army’s march. Excitement and anticipation blazed in the Demons’ eyes, and dark energy pulsed from their bodies.
The first Demon contingent reached the Dimensional Gate. They hesitated briefly, but soon crossed through with resolute expressions. As their bodies passed through the luminous Dimensional Gate, a strange phenomenon occurred. Black vapor rose from their forms, and light and darkness collided, creating small sparks. Yet thanks to the power I had granted them, they safely entered the Heavenly Realm.
More Demons followed through the Dimensional Gate. Initially, they advanced in a single-file formation, but gradually they grew bolder, spreading into a wider formation. Hundreds, thousands of Demons stepped into the world of light. Their black silhouettes cast shadows upon the radiant golden Land.
The Death Chariots followed in the Demons’ wake. Their crimson armor and treads gleamed briefly before the Dimensional Gate. The lead chariot approached slowly, carefully passing through the frame. The chariot’s crimson aura met the Dimensional Gate’s golden light, creating an intense spark, yet the chariot passed through safely.
More Death Chariots entered the Heavenly Realm. Their massive bodies pressed upon the celestial ground, and with each passage, the golden Land turned black. The chariots’ turrets rotated, surveying every direction of the Heavenly Realm, their treads grinding the luminous earth beneath them.
Within the Heavenly Realm, battle had already commenced. The Demons who entered first encountered the Heavenly Realm’s defenders. The Angels appeared completely shocked by their arrival. They hastily took up arms to oppose the Demons, but confusion gripped them at this sudden assault.
The Angels’ appearance was magnificent. They wore gleaming armor, with pure white wings unfurled behind them. Their weapons shone as if forged from light itself, and the same radiance emanated from their eyes.
The first collision between Demons and Angels occurred. Dark demonic power and sacred light clashed, producing a violent explosion. Initially, the Angels’ holy power pushed the Demons back. Several Demons fell to spears of light, and many more were driven back by waves of radiance.
Yet the Demons were armed with the power I had granted them—a special force that blended sacred and demonic energy. They adapted swiftly, beginning to counter the Angels’ attacks. Demon Mages cast spells of darkness, and warriors charged forward. Their blades pierced the Angels’ armor, and their magic shattered the Angels’ shields.
When the Death Chariots arrived at the center of the Battlefield, the balance of combat collapsed entirely. Crimson beams erupted from the chariots’ turrets, striking hard against the Angels’ formations.
As the battle raged, a greater transformation occurred in the sky. A new rift appeared above the Dimensional Gate, and through it, a massive object entered the Heavenly Realm. It was the Airship I had been commanding. This colossal vessel, with its black hull and crimson sails, crossed the sky of the Heavenly Realm.
The Airship descended gradually, advancing toward the Heavenly Realm’s Cities. Dozens of gun ports opened along the vessel’s sides, charging with crimson light. In an instant, every cannon fired simultaneously. Crimson energy projectiles tore through the sky, hurtling toward the Heavenly Realm’s structures.
Shells hammered into the golden structures of the Heavenly Realm. Violent explosions erupted, and the buildings shattered into fragments. Towers that had gleamed brilliantly crumbled, and elegant bridges fractured. The beauty of the Heavenly Realm began to crumble in an instant.
The Airship continued its relentless barrage.
Seeds of destruction were sown across the Heavenly Realm. Angels desperately launched themselves toward the Airship, but most were shot down by its defensive systems. Only a handful of Angels reached the vessel, and even they were defeated by the Demon Players on its deck.
I stood before the Dimensional Gate, watching this entire spectacle unfold. A satisfied smile spread across my face.
“Excellent.”
My words carried genuine satisfaction. I felt a profound sense of accomplishment watching my plan execute flawlessly.
I raised my right hand. Red light began to coalesce in my palm. What started as a mere spark expanded in an instant, taking the form of my iron staff. As before, a skull ornament crowned its top, and crimson radiance leaked from its eye sockets.
As I gripped the iron staff firmly, a more intense red aura erupted from my body. My eyes transformed completely crimson, and darkness swirled around me.
I walked slowly toward the Dimensional Gate. With each step, the ground trembled faintly, and scorched footprints marked where I passed. The closer I drew to the gate, the more powerful the aura radiating from my body became.

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