Transmigrated As A Ghost

Chapter 1335 Magma Sea

1135 Chapter 1335 Magma Sea

After spending one more day in the Lamias' town so that Relia could finish some negations with its leaders, Marcus' party set off once again.

The route they would be taking was through a considerably dangerous part of the Darklands that was just above a great sea of magma, since the usual path to Relia's home was currently blocked by hordes of warring monsters.

Relia had believed that they could push their way through if necessary. However, the possibility of being swarmed by high-level monsters and slowed down considerably was what convinced her to go a different way.

With a bit less caution than they had taken at the start of their journey, Relia led the four of them at a fast pace.

While it could hardly be considered more than a light jog for individuals at their levels, all of them were still constantly running at over a hundred kilometers an hour.

Naturally, their rush attracted the attention of some of the denizens of the Darklands, and more than once decently powerful monsters or beasts would dash out from cervices or from around corners to attack them.

Taking the lead, Quillon cut down anything that got in their way. Having been unable to do much of anything in the Lamias' town, he was dead set on proving himself useful when it came to battle.

"Don't you think he is pushing himself too hard. Shouldn't we take shifts as the vanguard?" Relia said, watching Quillon mercilessly butcher a dozen high level beasts that had charged them.

"No, it's best to let him do what he wants. And anyway, this could hardly be considered a warmup for him. Normally he likes to go rampaging through Tralenstein's single high-level dungeon in search of boss monsters to fight."

Lyra's unconcerned reply seemed to assuage Relia's worries. And watching Quillon easily take down the monsters in their way that she would have some trouble dealing with was more than proof enough that he was capable of carving a path for them.

It was a few hours later that the first signs of their next major obstacle was approaching.

Except as he was taking their orders and mentally cataloging everything he would need to take out, his heightened senses detected something approaching.

"Looks like we're going to have company soon." Marcus said, turning his head towards the only entrance into the chamber.

Just moments after he noticed dozens of creatures coming their way, Lyra and Quillon had as well.

Relia was the only one that took a bit longer to truly pick up on what was going on. Something she was unaccustomed to as a high-level Vampiress.

Around twenty minutes later, the first of the monsters appeared.

It looked like a giant centipede that instead of a chitinous carapace, its exoskeleton was composed of molten rock.

The creature's limbs were likewise a light red coloration, and it undoubtedly had a astoundingly high tolerance for heat and specialized organs and abilities to live within magma.

"It's called a Hell Centipede. How fitting." Marcus mused without an ounce of worry.

Certainly, this seven-meter-long monster would have normally been enough to cause unbearable despair for most people. Yet, it did not even constitute a threat to anyone here.

At level thirty-seven, it might as well have been a plush toy. The only way it could harm Marcus, Lyra, Quillon, or Relia, was if they sat down and let it attack them without intervening in any way.

"I suppose that I'll deal with these things as well."

Languidly unsheathing his sword, Quillon stepped forward. He took no pleasure in fighting such weak enemies, but until they were disposed of, Marcus would not be able to cook their dinner. Something he was very much looking forward to.