My Skeleton Soldier Is Strange - Chapter 251

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Chapter 251
I arrived before the Dimensional Gate and paused. Beyond the portal, I observed the unfolding battle. The Demon Forces were gaining ground steadily, while the Angels retreated in disarray. The Airships’ bombardment set the Golden Cities of the Heavenly Realm ablaze, and their smoke consumed the sky.
I lowered my stance, extending my staff forward. My muscles tensed, and my eyes burned with intensifying brilliance. I prepared myself for the surge that was to come.
With a single powerful push from the ground, I surged through the Dimensional Gate into the Heavenly Realm. The moment my body passed through the luminous frame, a violent explosion of energy erupted.
I crossed the sky of the Heavenly Realm at an incomprehensible velocity. A crimson trail marked my passage, and wherever I went, wounds of darkness scarred the luminous world. My objective was unmistakable: the heart of the Heavenly Realm, the Celestial Palace.
My aggressive surge brought new terror to the Heavenly Realm’s defenders. The Angels retreated and scattered before me, and their flight emboldened the Demon Forces. The Chariots of Death advanced faster, and the Demon Warriors fought with renewed ferocity.
The collision of darkness and light engulfed the entire Heavenly Realm, and from its center, I observed my forces gaining ever greater advantage. Yet I remained unsatisfied. The Heavenly Realm’s defenses proved stronger than anticipated, and hidden Fortresses continued to disgorge Angel reinforcements.
I hovered above the Battlefield, surveying it all.
“I must summon all the Demons.”
With those words, a strange transformation began within me. First, crimson light pulsed beneath my skin, then a torrent of red energy erupted from my entire body. My eyes turned completely crimson, and my hair danced without any wind to move it.
Suddenly, a small red sphere burst from my chest. Though no larger than a golf ball, it contained energy of staggering intensity. The sphere separated from my body and rose into the air, then began to expand rapidly.
One sphere divided into two, and at an exponential rate, the spheres multiplied. Dozens, hundreds, thousands of crimson spheres formed around me. Each possessed different sizes and luminous intensities, yet all existed for the same purpose.
As I raised my hand, every sphere responded to my gesture. I pointed across the entire Heavenly Realm and swept my arm downward, and the spheres scattered in all directions at once. Like a meteor shower, they crossed the sky of the Heavenly Realm, descending upon the Golden Cities, the Luminous Plains, and the Angels’ Fortresses.
When the first sphere touched the ground, a remarkable transformation occurred. A violent crimson explosion erupted, and from its aftermath, black mist spread outward. This was no ordinary weather phenomenon—it was the very essence of darkness and chaos itself. It expanded rapidly, consuming everything in its path.
The other spheres detonated in succession, and black mist formed at each point of impact. From thousands of explosions, the entire Heavenly Realm began to be engulfed in black mist. A paradoxical sight unfolded: darkness penetrating the world of light.
Something began to writhe within the mist. At first, they were merely indistinct forms, but gradually their shapes became clear. They were not human or Angel in appearance—they were entirely different entities.
Undead Monsters.
They were the race of death, inhabiting the corpses of once-living beings. Skeleton Warriors composed of bone and rotting flesh.
All of them moved according to my will. Though their eyes held no reason, their actions possessed clear purpose. They surged toward the Angels in unison.
The Undead Monsters’ assault was cruel and merciless. They felt no pain, no fear. Even when limbs were severed, they continued their attack. Skeleton Warriors cleaved Angels with rusted blades, while Specters drained the Angels’ energy. Colossal beasts swallowed Angels whole, and smaller creatures swarmed them in hordes.
The Angels resisted with initial resolve. Their weapons of light destroyed the Undead, and their holy magic drove back the darkness. But the sheer number of Undead was overwhelming, and with each one that fell, more emerged from the black mist.
The battle raged for one day, two days, three days. In the endless conflict, the Heavenly Realm was gradually consumed by darkness. The Golden Cities crumbled, the Luminous Plains burned black. The Angels’ numbers dwindled, their light swallowed by shadow.
I commanded everything. Hovering high above, I surveyed the entire Battlefield and issued orders. My eyes never ceased their vigilance over every corner of the conflict, and each gesture of my hand determined the movement of my forces.
At last, the final day of battle dawned. Before the Celestial Palace, the heart of the Heavenly Realm, the ultimate confrontation raged. Here, the Heavenly Realm’s ruler, the Supreme Archangel, led the last stand.
The Archangel’s appearance was magnificent.
Alone, the Archangel destroyed hundreds of Undead. Wherever his blade swept, darkness retreated, and his light incinerated the black mist. As the Heavenly Realm’s final Guardian, he fought with every ounce of his strength.
Yet even he could not withstand the infinite tide of darkness. Against the assault of the Demon Players, the Chariots of Death, and the endless stream of Undead Monsters, he grew progressively weaker. His light dimmed, and his movements began to slow.
I decided to engage in combat directly. I descended from the sky and set foot upon the ground. My hand gripped my steel staff, and dark energy pulsed from my body.
The confrontation between myself and the Archangel began. It was a collision of light and darkness, of the Heavenly Realm and the Demon Clan—a clash of two worlds. Each time the Archangel’s blade met my staff, violent explosions of energy erupted, and the surrounding structures crumbled.
Our battle was of incomprehensible ferocity. We fought on the ground, in the sky, and even at the boundaries of other dimensions. Where our power collided, the fabric of reality seemed to tear, and distortions in spacetime occurred.
Yet I steadily gained the upper hand against the Archangel, already depleted from prolonged combat. My attacks pierced his defense, and my darkness consumed his light. At last, my staff pierced through the Archangel’s chest.
“Ugh….”
The Archangel’s cry echoed across the entire Heavenly Realm. As his light faded, his body slowly collapsed.
The Heavenly Realm’s ruler had fallen. His radiant armor dimmed, and his wings fell away one by one. His blade clattered to the ground, dissolving into fragments of light. The Archangel’s body itself grew increasingly transparent, then vanished completely.
I stood where the Archangel had been and slowly raised both hands high. My face was filled with the joy of victory, and my eyes burned with even greater intensity.
“Victory is ours!”
My cry echoed across the entire Heavenly Realm. Every remaining Demon Player roared in unison.
“Uaaahhh!”
Their cry shattered even the final silence of the Heavenly Realm. From within the black mist, the Undead Monsters shrieked, and the Chariots of Death roared their engines in celebration of victory. The few Angels still resisting now knelt and surrendered.
The Heavenly Realm was completely conquered. The world of light had been consumed by darkness. The Heavenly Realm was no longer a sacred domain—it had become new territory for the Demon Clan.
Yet the moment of victory was fleeting. Strange sounds began emanating from where the Archangel had vanished.
Thump-thump-thump!
It was like the beating of a colossal heart. The land trembled, and the remaining structures swayed violently. The sound grew louder and louder, until it engulfed the entire Heavenly Realm.
Thump-thump-thump! Thump-thump-thump! Thump-thump-thump!
With that rhythm, an intense light surged from where the Archangel had stood. It was unlike the golden radiance from before—a cyan-white luminescence that felt deeper, more mysterious, and far more ancient.
As the light expanded, a form began to materialize within it. It was a new kind of Dimensional Gate.
Beyond the gate lay a completely different world.
But what exactly it was remained unknowable.
Kim Jae-beom was momentarily taken aback by this unforeseen turn, but a smile soon spread across his face.
“Ha. So it’s not over yet.”
My adventure was only just beginning.
[Evern Online Phase 2 Content is now commencing.]
At that moment, a System Message from the administrators reached all players.
As if to say that everything until now had merely been a tutorial.
【Complete】

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