Global Survival: I Have Endless Skeletons-Chapter 59: When Death Refuses the Blade
Thoren was deeply unsettled.
No, puzzled did not even begin to describe it.
He had exhausted every method at his disposal.
Every tactic.
Every calculated strike.
His undead had battered, torn, restrained, and dismembered the monster again and again. And yet, despite all of it, the creature still stood.
Everything he had done had proven abortive.
It was as if the monster were truly immortal.
The realization sent a chill crawling up Thoren’s spine.
Before he could fully process the thought, a deafening crash echoed through the chamber.
One of his Undead High Nobles was sent flying violently through the air, its skull shattering into fragments mid-flight.
The undead body slammed into the ground with a heavy thud.
It did not rise again.
Thoren’s expression twisted painfully as he watched the extinguished soul fire fade from the broken remains.
His fingers curled slowly into a fist.
He forced himself to look away and turned his gaze back toward the monster.
The creature’s face was contorted into a manic, unhinged grin.
Thoren understood that expression all too well.
Either you go down... or we both do.
A cold sneer crept onto Thoren’s lips.
"So be it," he muttered under his breath as he issued another mental command.
The remaining undead surged forward once more.
Sword clashed against claw.
A massive fist rammed into the chest of an Undead High Noble, cracking ribs and stone alike.
From the shadows, an Assassin Skeleton struck, its hidden blade slicing deep into the monster’s serpentine tail.
The battlefield dissolved into a brutal symphony of chaos.
There was no elegance left.
Only raw survival.
Both sides were standing on their final legs.
The monster’s breathing grew increasingly erratic.
Each ragged inhale sounded heavier than the last. It shook its massive head repeatedly, trying and failing to maintain clarity.
Its strength was draining at an alarming rate.
Fear and confusion crept across its face, eroding the ferocity that had once defined it.
Its burning eyes darted around the chamber, searching desperately for the source of the strange power drain.
Yet no matter how hard it searched, it found nothing.
Before it could continue, guttural grunts burst from its throat.
The Assassin Skeletons had struck again.
Fresh wounds crisscrossed its serpentine tail, deep blade marks oozing dark blood.
Enraged, the monster spun violently and slammed its fist toward an Undead High Noble preparing a palm strike.
Bang!
The undead was launched across the chamber, its chest caving inward for a brief moment before shattering entirely into fragments.
Yet that sacrifice created an opening.
The sword-wielding Undead High Noble seized the opportunity.
Bang!
The Black Ember Ironblade flashed, cleaving cleanly through the monster’s arm.
The limb was severed completely.
Ahhhhhh!
A soul-rending scream tore from the monster’s throat as it stared in horror at its arm falling lifelessly to the ground.
Terror flooded its expression.
The battle had spiraled far beyond its expectations.
The confidence it once held had evaporated, replaced by desperation and disbelief. With a frantic roar, it staggered backward, attempting to retreat.
But Thoren would not allow it.
The four remaining Undead High Nobles closed in simultaneously, sealing off every escape route.
Within the shadows, the Assassin Skeletons lurked silently, waiting for the precise moment to strike.
Bang! Bang!
With only one arm remaining, the monster’s strength had diminished significantly. Each movement lacked its former sharpness.
Ahhh!
A claw ripped through its side and back, pain flooding its senses. It barely had time to register the agony before another strike descended.
Bang!
It managed to deflect a heavy punch with its remaining arm, but the force sent it skidding backward across the cracked stone floor.
That was when the Assassin Skeletons emerged. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Their blades flickered like streaks of darkness, carving deep into the wounded serpentine tail once more.
Blood sprayed violently.
The tail twisted wildly, thrashing in search of its attackers but the assassins were already gone.
The Undead High Nobles did not waste the opening.
Bang!
Mangled flesh flew through the air as claws tore into the tail.
The appendage swung erratically, drenched in blood.
The monster shuddered violently.
For the first time, it truly felt it.
Death.
Like a cornered beast, it roared desperately, trying to push the undead back and regain momentum.
But it was futile.
Its strength weakened with every passing second.
Its head felt unbearably heavy.
Dizziness crept into its senses.
Still, the ancient voice inside its mind urged it onward.
Fight.
Survive.
Give me his soul to devour.
Driven by instinct alone, it swung its remaining arm wildly.
Bang!
The sword-wielding Undead High Noble plunged the Black Ember Ironblade straight into the monster’s chest.
Ahhhhh!
A guttural scream erupted as fear and despair overtook its expression. Its gaze dropped to the blade buried deep within its chest.
It expects this to be its end.
Yet... the darkness never followed.
Beyond the pain, it felt no true threat to its life.
Stunned, the monster’s eyes widened.
At the same time, Thoren’s jaw dropped.
His eyes filled with disbelief.
’How is this possible?!’ he screamed internally.
A sword through the heart should have killed any beast.
Any monster.
Yet.
Before he could fully process the impossible reality, the monster roared and slammed its fist into the sword-wielding undead.
Bang!
The undead crashed into the altar, cracks spreading instantly across its surface.
"Je! Je! Je!" the monster laughed madly, as if it had uncovered a profound secret.
It cast a sneering glance toward Thoren before turning its attention back to the remaining undead, striding forward with renewed confidence.
Thoren’s heart sank.
’What is going on?’
’How can it not die?’
Something was fundamentally wrong.
There was no such thing as an unkillable being.
Everything had a weakness.
And he would find it.
Thoren’s mind raced at blinding speed. His sharp eyes scanned every inch of the chamber.
Then.
They stopped.
The faceless statue.
His brows knitted tightly.
’Is it possible...?’
He glanced back at the monster, still locked in combat.
’This must be it.’
A grin slowly spread across his face.
Just as he prepared to issue the command, a faint tremor rippled through the air.
Thoren stiffened.
The portal.
It had stabilized.
From within it, a terrifying presence stirred.
Cold sweat broke out across Thoren’s back.
’This is bad.’
’The portal must be closed immediately.’
Without hesitation, he commanded the Assassin Skeletons.
’Destroy the statue.’
The assassins melted into the shadows and reappeared before the faceless statue.
Whoosh!
Their blades flashed.
Bang!
The statue’s head was severed cleanly and rolled across the ground.
From the exposed neck, fresh human blood gushed forth.
Thoren shivered violently.
’This...’
The moment the statue was destroyed, the monster staggered and collapsed to the ground.
Its strength drained visibly, as if something fundamental had been torn away.
It howled in despair, struggling uselessly to rise.
But it was over.
Without its source of power, it was nothing more than prey.
Bang! Bang!
A blade pinned it to the ground.
Its final scream echoed once before its body went completely still.
The serpentine tail crumbled into dust.
Its massive form shrank, reverting to its original size.
Thoren exhaled shakily.
Relief washed over him.
Only to be replaced by dread.
A presence surged from the other side of the portal, making every hair on his body stand on end. His eyes shifted toward the mysterious markings.
"The markings!" Thoren shouted.
His undead obeyed instantly.
They moved and destroyed the markings.
Also, the remaining statue was destroyed, shattered to pieces.
Then.
The portal trembled violently and became unstable.
A furious, muffled roar echoed from beyond before the portal as it shrank rapidly and vanished completely.
For a moment, silence reigned inside the chamber.
Then, an ancient voice echoed through the chamber.
"Human child... this is not over. We shall meet again."
