My Skeleton Soldier Is Strange - Chapter 77

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Chapter 77
Following the staircase to its very end, Kim Jae-beom found himself before an enormous iron door. Forged from heavy metal, the massive gate was flush against the marble walls on either side, towering upward as if it might touch the ceiling itself. The entire surface of the door was covered in rust and grime, bearing the deep marks of countless centuries.
Creak… creak.
At the center of the door hung an enormous lock. The rusted chain wrapped around the door handle was the size of a grown man’s fist. Strange symbols were carved in relief around the locking mechanism, and beneath the red candlelight, they seemed to shimmer with an unsettling presence.
Arranged on all sides of the iron door stood marble statues of angels. Yet their faces bore no peaceful smiles—instead, twisted expressions of terror twisted their features. Standing with wings spread wide and facing the door, they appeared as though attempting to hold back something from beyond.
“Surely… the statues won’t move again.”
Surrounding the door, from floor to wall, intricate magical circles were densely inscribed. The glowing red patterns were unmistakably ancient incantations. A powerful force pulsed from the center of the magical array. All of this suggested that something lay sealed behind the colossal door—an existence that must never be released.
“I’ll need to summon them.”
Kim Jae-beom’s voice, deep as the underworld itself, resonated through the eerie Underground Chamber. As he chanted the incantation, the air began to vibrate. Darkness swirled from all directions, creeping forth like something emerging from an endless abyss—utterly chilling. The power of ancient necromancy awakened, shaking the very fabric of space and time, while a cold presence settled into the atmosphere.
Kuuuuung—
Space tore open, and two massive stone sarcophagi emerged from the dimensional rift. Crafted from ancient granite, the coffins radiated the weighty brilliance of divine artifacts. Each surface was densely carved with bizarre and cryptic symbols that seemed to hold the mysteries of ancient civilizations. Green moss grew between the patterns, and deep cracks in the surface bore the marks of history. The rusted chains wrapped around the sarcophagi created an air of mystery, as if they had endured a thousand years.
Kuung, kuung…
With a heavy vibration, the lids of the sarcophagi began to open. A wisp of mist erupted forth, spreading an ominous aura that enveloped the surroundings. What emerged from within the mist was a skeleton clad in rags. The stench of corpses seeped through the cracks in the coffin, and a bone-chilling cold spread in all directions.
Kurrrrrrgh…
From the first sarcophagus emerged a skeletal knight clad in medieval jet-black armor. The rusted armor bore countless scars from blades on the Battlefield, yet it still retained enough presence to display its master’s former glory. The skeleton slowly rose to its feet, then reached out and grasped the twin swords at its waist. Like a warrior’s instinct that refused to fade even in death, the blades emanated a crimson killing intent that thirsted for enemy blood. Dercan had been resurrected.
Shiiiing—
From the other coffin, dark energy surged forth, releasing tremendous power. From within the bone-chilling cold, a skeletal sorcerer clad in ancient rags slowly rose. From Arulan’s form, which seemed to transcend even death itself, forbidden magical power flowed forth. The violet radiance emanating from the staff in his hand was sinister, as though it contained the darkness of the abyss. Arulan slowly floated into the air, circling the space as he surveyed his surroundings.
Crack. Crack.
Dercan and Arulan, now fully emerged from their sarcophagi, took positions on either side of Kim Jae-beom. The skeletons emanated an aura as solemn and resonant as that of living warriors. In Dercan’s eye sockets burned a killing intent that would sweep across any Battlefield, while Arulan’s eyes flickered with magical fire that would incinerate his enemies. Before their oppressive presence, the walls and floor of the Underground Chamber trembled and began to crack.
Shiiiing—
Dercan, whose swordsmanship was exceptional, slashed through the empty air. The surrounding atmosphere vibrated as though cut by his blade. Arulan tilted his staff diagonally upward, and darkness spread across all directions, an overwhelming aura of dread flowing forth. Before the summoned soldiers’ tremendous power, the Warehouse door shuddered and began to fracture.
“Dercan. Arulan. Smash that Warehouse door to pieces.”
Dercan and Arulan charged toward the colossal iron door in response to Kim Jae-beom’s command. The killing intent and dark energy emanating from the skeletal soldiers filled the Underground Chamber. Their appearance, filled with the resolve to sweep across any Battlefield, was terror itself.
Crash! Kuwaang!
Dercan’s twin swords tore through the air and struck the door with tremendous force. As the blades collided with the iron door, a deafening metallic sound echoed through the space. Arulan likewise swung his staff, unleashing a torrent of dark magic. The incantation hurled into the air created a brilliant flash as it collided with the door. Before the overwhelming assault, the ancient iron door shook violently, yet it did not shatter easily.
Shiiiing—
In response to the skeletons’ attack, the ancient magical circles surrounding the iron door began to activate. The ancient symbols carved thousands of years ago to seal the Warehouse awakened, radiating light. Runes in gold, blue, and red began to glow, spreading across the entire door. The magical power emanating from each symbol converged into a single force, forming a formidable defensive Barrier.
Kurrrrgh… Crash!
The iron door, armed with ancient magic, began to deflect the attacks. As blades and incantations collided with the Barrier, brilliant sparks scattered in all directions. The magical defense shimmered with radiant light as it repelled the assault. It was a moment when the extraordinary skill of ancient sorcerers shone brilliantly.
Shwack! Kwagwakwang!
Yet there was no hesitation in Dercan and Arulan’s resolve. Rather, they burned with indomitable will and accelerated their assault. Blades flashed like lightning in rapid succession against the door, while arrows of darkness poured down like rain. Under the fierce onslaught, deep cracks began to form across the door’s surface. Shattered metal fragments fell to the ground with a metallic clang.
Uuung…
As the assault continued, the magical circles on the iron door weakened. The brilliant radiance gradually dimmed, and darkness crept in around the door. Under the relentless barrage, the ancient incantation seemed to lose its power. The runes’ light flickered, then began to fade one by one.
Crash! Bang!
The skeletal soldiers delivered their final blow. Dercan’s sword tore through the iron door like lightning, and Arulan’s beam of dark energy struck true. Under the tremendous impact, the door shook violently, then suddenly shattered into fragments with a deafening roar. The magical circles that had endured for thousands of years finally collapsed.
Crack… Thud!
Fragments exploded outward in all directions. The remains of the destroyed iron door scattered across the floor, raising dust. In the air hung the smell of burnt metal, mingled with the lingering aura of ancient magical power—the residue of ancient incantations.
“…”
Dercan and Arulan quietly withdrew to either side. Before them now lay an open entrance, a passage leading into darkness.
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Kim Jae-beom stepped through the ruined doorway into the Warehouse. Dercan and Arulan took positions on either side of him, their bodies tensed in readiness. Fortunately, the angelic statues guarding both sides of the entrance were nothing more than stone sculptures. Yet there was no time for relief—unsettling presences began emanating from the darkness.
Shiiiiing—
An undead legion materialized, tearing through the eerie wind. From zombies draped in rotting flesh to skeletal remains stripped bare of all tissue, a grotesque variety of monsters filled the Warehouse. Even from a distance, the nauseating stench of corpses permeated the air.
“Grrrrrrgh….”
The undead horde fixed their hollow gazes upon Kim Jae-beom’s party—a sight that evoked demons crawling forth from the depths of hell itself. In the next instant, the creatures hurled themselves forward in unison, brandishing their weapons with savage ferocity. A chorus of terror echoed through the Warehouse.
Shwik! Clang!
Yet Dercan’s twin blades flashed like lightning, intercepting the undead assault. The steel bit cleanly through a zombie’s neck and shattered a skeleton’s skull into fragments. Shattered bone chips clattered to the floor with a crisp, hollow sound.
Clang! Clang!
Arulan advanced without hesitation. Dark energy erupted from his staff, engulfing the undead swarm in its embrace. Monsters consumed by black flames shrieked and collapsed. Burning corpses writhed and convulsed across the ground.
Whoosh!
Yet where fallen undead lay, new monsters emerged—as though clawing their way up from beneath the earth itself. Zombies with eyes gleaming an eerie luminescence, their fangs bared like daggers. The legion surrounding Kim Jae-beom’s party showed no sign of diminishing.
“Haaah….”
Kim Jae-beom exhaled softly, regarding the skeletal horde before him. But his eyes burned not with fear—they blazed with the fierce determination of a true warrior. The smile playing at his lips was that of one who savored the thrill of battle itself.
“Hnngh!”
A low growl escaped his throat as I wielded the steel staff in a sweeping arc. Moving with fluid grace, I hurled myself into the undead masses. Fear of death held no dominion over me—only the burning will to annihilate my enemies consumed my being.
Crack!
The steel staff caved in a skeleton’s skull. As shattered bone fragments scattered across the floor, unease rippled through the undead ranks. Yet their hesitation lasted only a heartbeat. The primal hunger for slaughter burned far stronger than any fear of me.
Shiiing!
The skeletal legion surged forward as one. They wielded their weapons with frenzied abandon, raking with decayed claws—a savage onslaught intent on tearing flesh and shattering bone.
Boom!
My staff spun at tremendous velocity, batting the undead aside. Each lightning-fast strike sent monsters crashing down in waves. Yet the undead tide did not relent. These deathless beings, knowing no defeat, continued their relentless advance.
Kuaaaagh!
Screams and roars intermingled in a horrific cacophony. A bone-chilling cold enveloped the space around us. Yet my gaze remained unwavering, burning with resolute brilliance.
Whoosh!
The steel staff gleamed as it carved through the air. In its wake, an undead body was cleaved in two. I seemed to revel in this Battlefield where bone fragments scattered instead of blood—in this moment, the undead were no longer objects of dread, merely obstacles to be obliterated.

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