Transmigrated as a Ghost-Chapter 1155 Quillon’s and Aerial’s Breakthroughs

Hesitating for only a second, Aerial flew towards Marcus' left hand.

While she had never heard of a spirit of both wind and darkness, there were a few very esteemed superior spirits of wind and light. She figured that there would be little chance of her being ostracized in the spirit world if she took the blessing of light.

Sending a part of himself into her, Marcus winced as he felt what little power he had being expended to complete the process.

This was the first time he had felt any real discomfort from giving out a blessing. That just went to show how weak he was right now.

Immediately the light wrapped around Aerial like a cocoon.

The process only took a few seconds, but that felt like an eternity with Gronex currently attacking Roxene.

When it was done though, Aerial reappeared, her appearance having changed once again.

She had not grown any larger, but she now had another set of wings that glittered when they caught the slightest bit of light and there were gold streaks in her mostly silver hair.

"Now!"

Quillon called out to Aerial and her body flew towards his and began shimmering as her form became purely spiritual.

With the Spirit Assimilation ability, Quillon and Aerial became one.

Wings that matched Aerial's sprouted out of Quillon's back and his hair shimmered silver and gold.

When he opened his eyes, they had turned a bright azure color and were shimmering with spiritual energy.

Avery had seen him use this power only once before during their fight in Borealia's tournament, but now it was far more impressive than it had been in the past.

Not only were the two of them vastly more powerful now, but the synchronization of their assimilation was also far higher.

To Avery, Quillon almost seemed like a spirit himself rather than just a human borrowing a spirit's powers.

"Sword savant style second form, light speed slash."

Without wasting any time, Quillon went on the attack.

Faster than Marcus or Lyra could track in their current states, he seemed to vanish completely as he drew his sheathed sword.

A moment later what alerted them that something had happened was a loud roar of pain from Gronex.

When the two of them looked over, they saw a giant spray of blood flying into the air where front left leg was deeply cut.

"I must have miscalculated the trajectory a bit. I'm not used to this level of speed yet. I was trying to cut the whole limb off in one stroke." Quillon muttered to himself as he floated above Gronex.

With fury in his eyes, the enormous Lava Dragon turned his neck and glared up at Quillon.

"How are you still alive?! I debased myself to use a power I despise to finish you off!"

Gronex was clearly not happy that an opponent he thought was already beaten had risen back up toc challenge him again. Especially when he was so close to finishing off Roxene who had barely been protecting her immobilized body with magic.

"I don't think I need to explain that. And you really shouldn't turn your focus away from a wounded beast. They can be quite dangerous." Quillon said mockingly.

An instantly later, a giant Darkness Drill that Roxene had fired off slammed into Gronex's side and sent him flying.

Even drained as he was, his defenses were still solid, so the attack did little more than pierce his outer scales.

Still, it gave Quillon an opening to innate his next strike.

"First form, typhoon fang."

With his sword held in both hands over his head, Quillon fell down like a meteor.

Despite being off balance, Gronex still reacted and counterattacked.

An earth rending swipe from his claws met Quillon's slash.

For a few moments, claws and blade fought, before Quillon sliced straight through.

Three of the great ruler of the molten sea's fingers were cleaved from his body and fell to the ground in heavy thuds.

Pools of blood flooded out of the truck sized claws, and Gronex let an uncharacteristic screech of agony that was more high-pitched than his usual roar.

"Sixth form, heav-"

Quillon was about to initiate his next attack, when a stream of molten rock spewed out of Gronex's mouth.

Instantly, he shifted his form to counter and switched to a different technique.

"Eighth form, sonic thrust."

Like a beam, the explosive thrust sent a compressed blast of mana and wind into the breath attack.

From within, the lava burst apart. Scattering around the area harmlessly as the wind barrier around Quillon blew away the small splashes that were falling towards him.

His strike counted to fly forward even after stopping the breath attack and stabbed into Gronex's chest.

It was not a deep wound, but the pain and shock of having his lava breath so easily blocked slowed the ancient mythic beast down for a fraction of a second.

Not hesitating at all, Quillon chained into his next attack.

"Fourth form, whirlpool strikes."

As if he had become a raging torrent, Quillon's blade flashes all around Gronex's body and carved deep wounds in hundreds of places.

"GAARRRRRRR!"

Gronex roared as he was being torn apart.

Am intense heat that pushed Quillon back emitted from his body and the ground under the giant dragon started turning to lava.

"This time you won't escape! I melt you down so that even your bones don't remain!" Gronex shouted furiously.

The molten rock surrounding him began crawling up his body and created a powerful armor around him.

His already large size grew even bigger as soon he had taken to the form of an even larger dragon made purely of lava.

No doubt this was Gronex's final trump card, so Quillon prepared to play his own.

Holding his sword in both hands, he threw it behind him on his left side.

His mind was racing as he closed in on a breakthrough to advance his swordsmanship.

"Sword savant style original. Eleventh form, Dragon hunt."