Transmigrated as a Ghost

Vaughn and Braylen both grimaced as they watched Marcus kill one of their high-level demons in only a matter of instances.

“My, My. I had heard you were strong, but I see that you are even more powerful than I anticipated.” Vaughn said as he put on a fake smile. “I suppose this is just what I should have excepted from a great spirit. Even if you are half baked.”

Grimacing Marcus was not at all happy to hear that Vaugh knew about him. But with Braylen next to him, who along with Mrazivý’s other siblings that were in the same faction had been informed about his true race and origins, it made sense.

Vaughn then opened his mouth again to speak more, but Marcus was not going to stop and have a friendly conversation while his friends and family were fighting demons and drugged up thugs.

‘Darkness drill.’

With the wave of his hand he sent out the tier four darkness magic spell, but with his greater understand and mastery of magic it was far more intense than most could produce.

Unfortunately, Vaughn noticed this and realizing that his demon’s barrier might not be enough and cast a spell of his own.

A large iron rampart that was very familiar to Marcus intercepted his spell. And while his darkness drill ripped through it, Vaughn who was on the back of his demon managed to move out of the way.

The remaining power of the darkness drill then smashed straight through the walls of the hall and went flying off into the sky._.

‘He can use iron magic as well.’ Marcus observed.

In the next instant he tried to chase after Vaughn, but the demon that Braylen was riding on got in between him and unleashed its wave of pestilence.

The black cloud filled with a disease that would kill an average person in under twelve seconds washed over Marcus, and for a moment his vision was clouded.

However, as the wave dissipated, Marcus just stood their perfectly fine.

As a ghost he was completely immune to diseases or poisons unless on the very off chance they specially targeted the soul.

“You must be pretty stupid if you thought that was going to work.” Marcus said towards Braylen who was wide eyed to see that Marcus was perfectly fine.

‘Thunder bird strike.’

Releasing the spell he charged up in relation, Marcus sent out the tier four spell in the form of a massive thunderbird composed completely of lightning.

Braylen and the demon were swiftly engulfed by the powerful spell, and while it did not kill either of them, it broke through the demon’s barrier and left them paralyzed.

They began to fall towards the ground and Marcus rushed forward to kill the demon and grab Braylen.

He wanted to ring whatever answers he could out of Mrazivý’s brother about the demon cultists in the kingdom before he was executed.

Unfortunately, Vaughn got in his way and another familiar spell came crashing down towards Marcus.

A four-hundred-foot-long sword made of iron and weighing several hundred tons slashed through the area creating hurricane force winds in its wake.

Marcus wanted to counter with his own spell, but he knew that doing so would create a backlash that would likely leave many dead.

Instead, he flew up to change the sword’s direction towards the sky and went into his ghost form to let it pass by.

‘Fuck.’

But even as he turned ethereal, he felt his danger sense going off and realized that the magic spell had been imbued with spiritual energy making it able to hit him.

In response to this threat he could no longer avoid, Marcus cast his radiance scales spell and took the heavy hit head on.

Dozens of the luminous scales cracked as the cataclysmic iron sword hit, and Marcus barely held on as he was flung high into the air like a baseball that had just been hit out of the park.

“That certainly was more difficult than I thought it would be.” Vaughn muttered as he watched Marcus be launched into that sky.

“Braylen we can no longer watch leisurely. We need to capture Kalt and Frostine quickly so that we can make Soith the king and have him use his new authority to summon our master.”

Nodding his head Braylen steadied his breath and they turned toward Frostine and Kalt who were currently in a desperate battle against the summoned demons.

They needed both of them alive to confer the title of king to Soith, and then they could use his authority to offer up the people of the royal capital to the powerful demon they had thrown themselves in with.

Yet as they were about to make their move Vaughn’s cataclysmic iron sword lurched upwards and was pulled against his will.

In a flash it was shot upwards and shooting down in its place was Marcus who rapidly descended back into the venue.

“BUT HOW!?” Vaughn shouted seeing this happen.

It was inconceivable for his spell to be ripped away from him and launched out of his range.

What he did not know was that Marcus had not actually done anything spectacular. He had just cast his extreme magnetism spell as he was hit by the sword and pulled it toward him with all his might.

This allowed him to anchor himself and bring the sword towards him even through Vaughn’s control. Before he bounced himself back as he was magnetically connected to the sword.

Then he released his spell as the sword shot towards him and allowed it to go flying into the air instead of him.

“Braylen, I need some time. Abandon your demon and allow it to distract him.” Vaughn said as he quickly formed a new strategy to deal with Marcus.

Braylen did just this and the vulture like demon charged Marcus with no regard for its life.

“I don’t have time for you.” Marcus said as he slashed his scythe forward.

In the next moment a huge blade of darkness went flying and crashed into the demon.

Its powerful barrier held up for all of a second before it was slashed to pieces by the blade of darkness, and its body quickly began dissolving under the darkness’ corroding properties.

Nevertheless, even just this short amount of time was enough for Vaughn to compete the ritual he needed to do.

On his left hand he had carved a very vile looking magic formation.

Blood was flowing out of his hand where he had mutilated himself, but it was not falling to the floor but instead looked like it was being lapped up by some unseen force.

“In accordance with the contract I offer up my flesh, bones, and blood to bring thy servant to this world. Feed on me so that you may gain power in the mortal world.”

After saying this sickening chant, Vaughn’s left arm began to disappear up to the shoulder as it broke down one part at a time.

In its place a large black portal began to open up and out of it a demon larger and stronger than the other ones already here began to force its way out.