Transmigrated as a Ghost

Hearing Boreas declaration to go and ‘end the fighting right here and now’, Marcus started to panic a bit.

He could imagine Boreas waving his hand and sending out a massive blast of wind that flattened the southern kingdoms’ forces and leaving not even a corpse behind.

There really was no doubt that if Bores got serious, he could be a threat nearly on the same level of the Dread Burrower.

He could topple an entire nation in just a couple of days by bring down massive tornadoes on all of the major cities.

‘Actually, maybe he is even more dangerous.’ Marcus realized as he thought about it.

With what could be an impending crise on his hands, Marcus tried to think of someway to stop Boreas from going ballistic on the southern kingdoms.

He certainly was not thrilled about them attacking Tralenstein, but he also was not really in the mood to watch Boreas commit a genocide._.

‘Boreas are you sure that is a good idea. If someone as high-level as you gets involved, won’t the strongest in these southern kingdoms come out to challenge you.’ Marcus said.

In the worst-case scenario, someone just as strong as Boreas could come around and the two of them could engage in a grudge match that might wreck the continent.

However, Boreas responded, and said, ‘As far as I know there is no one in any of the kingdoms that border Tralenstein is anywhere close to as strong as I am. Though if I get too heavy handed, I could attract the ire of the great spirits, so I will just try to intimidate them a little. I normally do not get involved in matters like these, but just this once since I just came back, I do want to assist the nation I made which is becoming whole again.’

Hearing the noble way Boreas had said it, Marcus could hardly disagree since he was just protecting his nation.

Of course, he knew Boreas was just more interested in getting Lyra to join their talk as former inhabitants of Earth.

‘Fine, I will tell Lyra.’ Marcus said with a tired tone.

He then contacted her, and said, ‘Lyra would you mind coming to meet us. Boreas has said that he is going to resolve the invasions from the southern nations himself.’

For nearly a minute Lyra remained silent, before contacting Marcus back while practically shouting in his mind.

‘BOREAS! You mean the Boreas, first king of Borealia?!’

Marcus then heard a number of expletives coming from Lyra, as she frantically moved around not even worrying about Marcus answering her last question.

It seemed that Boreas’ reputation really preceded himself, as Lyra quickly came running down the hall, leaving her attendants and guards in the dust without caring.

‘Wow that was fast.’ Marcus thought as he floated alongside Lyra and told her that he was there through telepathy.

Quickly she exited the castle not keeping up any appearances as a duchess and shot into the sky, following Marcus who she was keeping an eye on by channeling her spiritual energy.

Once they had gotten high enough into the air, Marcus became physical again and led her the rest of the way to where Boreas and Jaela were waiting.

When they arrived, she gulped loudly, since while she could not gage exactly how strong Boreas and Jaela were, she knew they were well beyond her, or even Motis for that matter.

“So, this must be your friend. It is nice to meet you, I am Boreas.”

“It is also a pleasure, and my name is Jaela.”

After the two of them introduced themselves, Lyra did the same. Telling them both the name she was given in this world and the one she originally had from Earth.

“Now I heard from Marcus that you were having some trouble with invaders from the south. As someone who remembers when both Tralenstein and Borealia were one in the same, it does make me happy to hear that they will be reuniting under the same banner. Though to that end I am going to assist you in dealing with those that are invading. Therefore, would you mind telling me exactly where they are coming from.” Boreas said with a smile.

However, Lyra could see that there was no warmth in his smile, and for a moment she feared for her enemies.

Swiftly she told Boreas which nations were attacking and where, along with how strong their forces were.

Naturally as the ruler of a large territory she was privy to many details and her knowledge was fairly up to date.

“Hm, well that should not be a problem. I think I can probably have this dealt with in an hour or so and we can get to having a discussion among the four of us and compile our knowledge together.”

Boreas then beckoned them all to get closer to him as he would be taking them to their first destination.

But before they left, Marcus turned towards Lyra, and said, “Take a deep breath and reinforce your body with whatever skills you have.”

Turning her head to the side and looking confused, she was not sure why Marcus was telling her to do this, but she trusted him and did so anyways.

An instant later she found out exactly why he had, as Boreas whipped up another whirlwind and they began traveling well past the speed of sound towards the southern border of Tralenstein.

Within just a couple of minutes they arrived over a mountainous region that had a large fort blocking the only pass.

Currently blasts of mana and spells were lighting up the area and flying fighters were doing battle in the sky above.

Yet from where they were, they all looked like ants, and Boreas just glared down as he identified his enemies.

“ALL OF YOU WHO ARE NOT FROM TRALENSTIEN OR BORELIA, YOU HAVE TWENTY MINTUES TO VACATE THE AREA BEFORE I BLOW YOU AWAY.” Boreas shouted so loudly that he was heard clearly for dozens of miles.

Then to prove that he was not joking, flicked his wrist and a giant twister formed in front of him, before flying over the battlefield and landing on the other side of the border. Where it carved a large scar through a nearby forest, before hitting a lake in the center of it and shooting up a massive waterspout.