Transmigrated as a Ghost

Marcus began going over his strategy with Aziz and the others that were there accompanying them.

However, except for Mrazivý, everyone began to look at him like he was more and more insane.

No normal person would be so confident in the wake of so many undead monsters. Several of which were above level seventy.

“You are going to get yourself killed. I know you are a spirit, but you cannot possibly believe you can take on so many monsters. Even if we did as you said, you would be putting yourself and Mrazivý’s lives at extreme risk.” Aziz said, still denying Marcus’ plan.

Frankly if he was simply concerned with Aezam’s well-being he should have agreed. Even if Marcus got himself and Mrazivý killed, they would certainly take out a fair number of the undead army and give his nation more time to prepare.

Nevertheless, Aziz was a man of honor and was not going to let the people left in his care act so recklessly.

“I suppose you are right. This might be a bit much for just the two of us alone. I will go and grab some backup.” Marcus said, before opening a Dark Portal and disappearing inside it.

Aziz stared blankly at the now empty space that Marcus had been occupying a moment before.

He then turned to Mrazivý who was still standing around acting unfazed and asked her what Marcus meant when he said he was going to get backup.

“Hm, I probably should not answer that. I will leave it up to Marcus to reveal when he gets back.” Mrazivý responded, fairly certain she knew who Marcus was going to retrieve.

Nearly thirty minutes went by before Marcus reappeared in another Dark Portal. Yet despite saying he was going to gather allies, he returned alone.

But before anyone could voice their questions, three powerful presences jumped out of a portal that formed in Marcus’ chest.

All of a sudden, a large black and white wolf, a majestic stag with dragon scales running up its legs and a celestial golden coat, and a small mouse with diamond-like fur had appeared.

Naturally this put everyone on edge, as three mythic grade magical beasts had just shown themselves. Each one giving off an extremely imposing presence that made their strength clear. Each one of these beasts was a calamity that bring ruin to nations if they went on a rampage.

“It has been a while, Roxene, Blitz, and Inten. How was your training with Retharin?” Mrazivý said.

“Who the hell are you two?” Aziz said, unable to keep his surprise in check.

Even among everyone in Aezam, not a single person was contracted with a mythic grade beast. Yet Marcus had just brought out three like it was nothing. This was a feat that was beyond even the legends he had heard about the nation’s founder who had a phoenix for their partner.

Also, there was another shocking revelation that Aziz and a few others among their group realized.

The only people capable of having the absurd ability that let them store beast companions using the system were those that were from another world. By doing so Marcus had just outed himself as a reincarnation or transmigration.

“We are just travelers that enjoy seeing the world and following our personal objectives. I can understand that you are shocked to see my beast companions, but you should view this as a chance to use some powerful allies. Our goals algin right now, and it is not like we are hostile towards each other. We’ve gotten along pretty well up to this point.” Marcus said.

Snapping out of his daze from seeing Marcus’ three beast companions, Aziz came back to his senses and nodded his head.

“You are right. We have already fought with all our might, and I understand who you both are. I will not pry into your secrets. I still think your plan is crazy, but it will be beneficial to my home, so I will accept your help.” Aziz said, a smile appearing on his face again.

He may have had many questions in regard to Marcus and Mrazivý’s absurdity, but he held back his curiosity and focused on the matter at hand.

Now that Marcus had brought out his three beast companions, the overall power of their group had nearly doubled, and Aziz was more confident in enacting the strategy that Marcus had proposed.

“We will make as big of a mess as we can before we retreat. Just make sure not to hit us with any of your attacks by mistake as we run away.” Aziz said, holding out his fist towards Marcus.

“Will do. Let’s end this attack before it begins.” Marcus said, tapping his fist with Aziz’s.

After that, Marcus and his group consisting of himself, Mrazivý, Roxene, Blitz and Inten broke off from the others and began stealth circling around the massive undead army.

Their plan was fairly simple. Aziz would lead the other members of the Sulb Clan along with Igna and Zilre and attack the undead army with a series of widescale attacks.

This would garner the attention of all of the undead and then they would begin fleeing towards the wall encircling the Desolate Desert.

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Once the strongest undead that were keeping the mindless ones in line were destroyed the entire army would quickly devolve into an unorganized mob and the threat to Aezam would be resolved before it began.

Of course, there was plenty that could go awry during the execution of this plan. Certainly, the powerful undead were not just going to roll over and let themselves be destroyed, and it was also possible that their command structure was more disciplined than it appeared and they would not instinctively chase after Aziz and his team when attacked.

Still, doing nothing would be the worst choice they could make. Marcus needed to thin out the number of undead before approaching the Font of Death and Aziz wanted to protect Aezam.