My Skeleton Soldier Is Strange - Chapter 86

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Chapter 86
A pillar of azure light pierced the heavens.
Like a guiding beacon, it led thirty-two Guild members forward.
Cloaked in that sacred blue radiance, they materialized one by one.
Though each wore different armor, every piece bore the unmistakable emblem of the White Guild.
The moment their feet touched the ground, the darkness-consumed space transformed.
The pitch-black void began to recede.
Holy white light emanating from the Guild members’ armor drove back the darkness.
The cold shadow retreated, replaced by warm luminescence that filled the space.
The radiance pouring from each Guild member shone brilliantly, as if countless stars had descended to earth.
“Guild Master, where are we?”
“You called us suddenly, but…”
“Is this a raid?”
The Guild members who had answered Barcode’s summons spoke to him. Though Casardin stood before them, fear did not touch their faces.
“Thank you for coming. I’ll explain the situation after we defeat the boss ahead.”
Barcode asked them to assist in battle first, and all thirty-two Guild members nodded in agreement.
―A bone-chilling shriek erupted from Casardin’s maw.
That cry was terror incarnate.
The piercing wail echoed across the Battlefield, assaulting everyone’s ears.
The roar that bubbled from deep within his throat carried madness itself.
The dark Specters serving as his subordinates convulsed in unison.
As if responding to their master’s command, the shadow legion began to move with deliberate slowness.
Writhing with an eerie aura, their forms seemed torn from nightmares themselves.
―A sharp whistle pierced the air.
The Specters charged ferociously toward the White Guild members.
Pitch-black shadows tore through the wind, targeting the thirty-two warriors.
Their movements were as if darkness itself had come alive and run amok. The earth trembled beneath their feet, and murky clouds of shadow engulfed the sky. Crazed crimson eyes gleamed as if trying to devour the White Guild’s light.
Wielding razor-sharp claws and fangs, tentacles of darkness, the Specters advanced upon their enemies.
“Battle stations!”
Barcode’s voice thundered across the Battlefield.
His tone carried unwavering resolve and steadfast determination.
The charisma of a legion commander resonated through every word.
His gaze toward the Guild members brimmed with absolute trust.
―A deep resonance rumbled forth.
With the command, the warriors’ armor clanged loudly as they moved.
With the heavy metallic sound, they surged to the vanguard.
The heavily armored warriors stood as the Guild’s front line, shielding the other members.
―A sharp whistle pierced the air.
Behind the warriors bearing massive shields, archers and mages moved with swift precision.
Their armor was light and thin for mobility.
Quivers hung from my belt, and magical scrolls dangled from my waist cord.
The ranged attackers swiftly retreated, maintaining distance from the front lines.
They assessed the flow of battle with cold precision, preparing their responses.
Behind the warriors’ shields, they stood ready to fulfill their roles.
The guild members’ movements as they formed their combat formation with perfect synchronization were impressive.
Heavily armored warriors at the vanguard, ranged dealers positioned behind them in formation.
The coordination honed through countless battles created a discipline reminiscent of seasoned soldiers.
“They’re coming!”
CRASH!
The warriors’ shields collided with the Specters’ claws, producing a deafening cacophony.
Blades cleaved through shadow, and tendrils of darkness struck against armor.
Metal and shadow tangled together, erupting in violent collision.
BOOM! CLANG!
The warriors blocked the Specters’ attacks with their shields, standing firm against them.
The dark assaults crashed against solid armor and ricocheted away.
The warriors’ swords and spears flashed brilliantly as they desperately carved through the darkness.
CRASH!
The Specters refused to yield. Armed with pitch-black claws and fangs, they lunged at their foes.
They raked across the warriors’ armor, tearing bloody wounds.
The Specters’ relentless persistence was evident as they clung tenaciously, seeking any opening.
WHOOSH—
Meanwhile, the archers and mages launched their assault from the rear.
Sharp arrows sliced through the air, targeting the Heart of Darkness.
With incantations on their lips, magical brilliance incinerated the darkness with blinding flashes.
Attacks threading through the warriors’ gaps relentlessly bored into the Specters’ vital points.
“ROOOAAARRR!”
Casardin’s monstrous shriek echoed across the Battlefield.
His pitch-black robes billowing, he charged toward the warriors.
His swift movements, as though floating through the air, carved through the legion of darkness—a sight both eerie and terrible.
WHOOOM—
Casardin’s hand stretched toward empty space.
Between his grotesquely twisted fingers, dark energy swirled violently.
The cursed radiance erupting from his fingertips shot toward the warriors.
BOOM! SCREECH!
An eerie blue light consumed the warriors’ armor.
The cursed armor began corroding instantly.
The once-solid metal rusted and melted, riddled with countless holes.
The shields could not escape the curse either.
The shields, consumed by the blue aura, cracked and began to shatter.
As their sturdy defenses crumbled, the warriors’ bodies were left vulnerable to threat.
“Kugh!”
A cry of agony tore from his throat.
Through the corroded gaps in their armor, tendrils of shadow burrowed into flesh.
The warriors shrieked as their skin burned and withered under the assault.
Blackened blood seeped through the fractures in their plating.
The damaged armor no longer shielded them from harm.
Defenseless against the darkness, they found themselves in dire straits.
The terrible curse’s power shattered their formation.
Stripped of their armor, the warriors were forced to face the abyss with bare flesh. Their blades grew noticeably sluggish in repelling the Specters.
Whoosh!
Kim Jae-beom’s silhouette cut through the ranks of soldiers, moving with blinding speed.
He surged toward Casardin like a tempest unleashed.
As his armor cleaved through the air, Kim Jae-beom’s form blazed across the Battlefield.
The moment Casardin began chanting his curse, Kim Jae-beom closed the distance.
Casardin’s gaze snapped toward him with razor-sharp intensity.
His twisted visage twisted further, murderous intent blazing across his features.
―Whooom!
A steel staff materialized in Kim Jae-beom’s grip and swung with devastating force.
The weighty staff cleaved the air, targeting both of Casardin’s hands.
Casardin’s hands, which had been condensing curse energy, were now in mortal danger.
Crack!
The staff struck Casardin’s hands with overwhelming impact.
The sickening snap of curse-twisted finger bones breaking echoed crisply through the air.
The weight of steel drove Casardin’s arm backward in a violent arc.
“Ugh!”
A groan escaped Casardin’s lips.
His face contorted with agony, he glared at Kim Jae-beom with seething hatred.
Blackened blood dripped steadily from his shattered hand.
With his chanting hand destroyed, the coalescing curse energy dispersed into nothingness.
The crimson radiance faded from the void and vanished entirely.
Having thwarted the curse, Kim Jae-beom swung his staff again, pressing his assault on Casardin.
Whoosh!
Casardin evaded the attack with nimble footwork.
Riding the currents of shadow, he glided swiftly through the air, concealing his wounded hand as he widened the distance between himself and Kim Jae-beom.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Kim Jae-beom’s voice brimmed with challenge.
His eyes burned with an unwavering resolve—he would not let his prey escape.
With Casardin’s hand crippled, this was the golden opportunity to strike.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Kim Jae-beom tore across the Battlefield, rapidly closing the gap between himself and Casardin.
His movements were those of a predator stalking its prey.
In his swift approach toward the enemy, an overwhelming aura of dominance radiated forth.
Crack!
Casardin then swung his muscular arm, summoning blades of darkness into existence.
Swords forged from pitch-black shadow took form in the air, hurtling toward Kim Jae-beom.
Despite his broken arms, Casardin remained capable of wielding magic.
The shadowy blades cut through the air with terrifying speed, closing in on Kim Jae-beom.
The dark blades relentlessly targeted his vital points, pressing their assault with malicious intent.
A sinister aura emanating from the blade tips caused the very space around them to tremble.
Boom! Boom!
Yet Casardin’s attack was intercepted by the mages and archers supporting Kim Jae-beom from behind.
They shattered the dark blades with precise magic and arrows before they could reach him.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Spheres of flame consumed the darkness, and lightning-infused arrows pierced through the shadows.
Luminous orbs and sharp arrowheads collided with the darkness, scattering in all directions.
The fragmented remains of the shattered blades fell from the air.
A flicker of shock crossed Casardin’s face.
He had not anticipated his attack being intercepted by mere archers and mages.
His startled eyes darted toward the Guild members positioned behind Kim Jae-beom.
Boom! Boom!
The sounds of arrows and magic intercepting the dark blades echoed in succession.
The Guild members moved in perfect coordination, clearing a path for Kim Jae-beom to advance.
The mages’ incantations illuminated the darkness, and the archers’ arrows pierced through the shadows.
Thanks to their remarkable efforts, Kim Jae-beom closed the distance to Casardin without sustaining any damage.
“Die!”
With Kim Jae-beom’s cry, the steel staff was swung with devastating force.
The heavy shaft of metal cleaved through the air, aimed with precision at Casardin’s heart.
A blow as merciless as a death sentence came crashing down upon Casardin.
Boom!
The sound of the staff’s end striking Casardin’s chest rang out sharply.
With tremendous impact, Casardin’s body was driven backward.
The area where his heart lay caved inward, and his body staggered.
Crack!
With the sound of solid bone shattering, Casardin’s ribcage was obliterated.
Through the fractured ribs, his heart burst forth, spraying blood.
From the blackened heart, a surge of dark energy erupted.
Whoooosh―
The darkness pouring from the ruptured heart scattered in all directions.
The fragments of darkness writhed in the air before dissipating like smoke.
As his heart ceased to beat, the force sustaining Casardin’s body vanished entirely.
“Kyaaaaaahhh!”
Anguished screams erupted from all directions.
The Specters, once legions of darkness, began losing their forms one by one.
With their master’s death, they too released their grip on existence.
Boom! Boom!
Uttering their final, inexplicable cries, the Specters dissolved into smoke and vanished.
The billowing black smoke scattered on the wind, dissipating into the void.
In an instant, the Battlefield was liberated from the aura of darkness.
[Casardin has perished.]
[Count Heltema’s Legacy has appeared.]
And treasure materialized before us.

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