Transmigrated as a Ghost

Another day passed as Marcus, Asher, and Retharin did their best to slow the Dread Burrower’s advance on Loursend.

Unfortunately, while their efforts had not been for naught, ultimately, they had only bought the people of the city a couple more days at best.

And when Gwyneira returned to the battlefield she had bad new to tell them all.

‘Things did not go great in Loursend. Even under my orders the marquis in charge was slow to act. The city has also fallen into chaos as many started rioting and looting after being ordered to enter the dungeon. Others began fleeing in all direction while some just locked themselves in their homes. Only around thirty percent of the population are following the directives to enter the dungeon for their safety.’ Gwyneira relayed over telepathy while they all fought against the Doomsday Worm.

Still, while it did bring them all down a bit that their plan had not gone off seamlessly, they did what they could.

‘What about Aria and Darius? They should be arriving sometime today with the other elites of the kingdom, right?’ Marcus said back to her as he cast a wide range spell to destroy numerous tendrils that were attacking Retharin.

‘Yes, they should be here within a couple hours. Along with them I have heard that the adventurers guild is preparing a strike force, but that it is going to take them some more time to gather their strongest members.’

Hearing this everyone felt a bit of relief as they had been fighting this unstoppable force for multiple days now and it was starting to wear them down.

At the very least they had gotten good at staying out of its range for the most part and not provoking its biggest attacks while still being able to do some damage._.

Marcus was doing especially well on playing defense and keeping as many tendrils as he could off of the Sword Savant or Retharin.

He could not do much damage to the main body, but the tendrils were easily destroyed individually, and their power came from their numbers and relentlessness.

However, while their strategy had kept them out of the worst danger, it was not going to matter much longer what they did.

They were getting very close to Loursend now and it was only going to be a matter of minutes until the thing’s far-reaching tendril that extended for a hundred miles could attack the city.

‘I guess it is time we really pick up our efforts now that Gwyneira is back.’ Retharin said as he began crackling with lighting.

For awhile now they had been taking it easy, well as easy as you could when fighting a thirty-mile-long worm that wanted to eat you and ever living thing in a hundred miles.

Giving their acknowledgments, Marcus, Gwyneira, and Asher nodded their heads and began powering up as well.

Quickly they began a devastating assault on the Doomsday Worm, with both Retharin and Asher unleashing very powerful attacks in conjunction.

‘Fourth Form, Whirlpool Strikes.’

‘Electron Storm.’

A rain of powerful lightning descended from Retharin, and numerous powerful slashes of mana flew off from the Sword Savant’s sword.

These attacks carved through the relatively defenseless body of the Dread Burrower and cut deeply into it.

Of course, it began regenerating practically the instant the damage was done, but they were focusing on a full-on offense that was doing a wide range of damage.

While they did this Marcus focused on defending them from the ever-increasing number of tendrils coming for them.

Though while they had avoided gaining the Doomsday Worm’s full attention for the last few days now. They had it now, and the enormous monster began compressing its body like a spring in order to fire itself like a projectile at the Sword Savant and Retharin.

Yet as soon as it started doing this Gwyneira went into action.

She flew by at an impeccable speed and fired her breath weapon as she went, quickly freezing one side of the worm, and prevented it from fully compressing part of its body.

This made it so that it could not complete its move, and when it attempted to launch itself, it instead went spinning away from Retharin and the Sword Savant.

In fact, it almost would have been a funny sight if not for how grotesque the monster was and the amount of damage it did to the surrounding landscape as it bounced around.

Needless to say, this caused it quite a bit of anger and its tendrils began glowing red and orange as it prepared to fire a volley of beams in every direction.

Moving as far away as they could, Asher, Gwyneira, and Retharin flew high into the sky, while Marcus simply went into his ghost form.

But right before the beams were fired off in every direction and would devastate the area, a loud voice resounded all around.

“My, My. What an unsightly and horrendous monster.”

An instant after these words were said the loud ringing of a bell resounded through the area, and hundreds of large tree branches shot out from the sky and pierced through the Doomsday Worm

As this happened the monster began thrashing around and unleashed its rapid-fire beam attack.

The large branches that had pierced its body were quickly blasted away, and the remains left in its body began to disintegrate as it drained them of life.

However, much like the Dread Burrower, these branches did not stay down for long. and once again flew down from above the clouds and pierced into it.

Then as whatever these branches were coming from lowered down, Marcus and his group saw an enormous tree descending.

As it broke through the clouds, it left everyone who saw it in awe as the ten-mile-tall tree became fully visible.

Though while the tree was very impressive being the second largest Marcus had ever seen, only inferior to the world tree inhabited by the great spirit of nature, something else quickly garnered his attention.

Riding on one of the roots of this flying tree was what looked like a young woman.

She had long light green hair that was tied into two braids that went down to her thighs and had two distinctly pointed ears.

Along with those characteristics she was wearing a dark green dress, had a cloak that was made of numerous leaves on her back, and had on a wide brimmed hat that had a long-pointed top.

In her hands was a weapon Marcus was very familiar with as she had a scythe that looked to be entirely made of wood expect for its amethros blade, and with a curved branch on top of it there sat a platinum bell.

“Oh, it really is a tough one. Let me see how you handle this you abomination.” She said.

And while not having tried to be loud her melodious voice carried for miles.

After she said this, the tree she was riding on began shaking, and millions of leaves shot down like flying razor blades tat sliced into the Dread Burrower.

It was an incredibly powerful attack that did equal if not greater than the combined assault of Asher and Retharin.

Yet while those who had been fighting the Doomsday Worm until now were grateful for the assistance, they all wondered who this might be.

At least until another person that Marcus and Retharin recognized came flying down from the clouds with an exasperated expression.

There was Ardea, the Grand Witch of the Peaks, and she flew right up to this mystery woman, and said, “Jaela, I told you not to fly off without me. We need to mount a concentrated assault on that thing, and you are going to scare everyone else with your huge tree.”