Transmigrated as a Ghost

Chapter 939

939  Chapter 939 For several seconds Marcus and the veiled woman leading the strongest party of adventurers participating simply stared at each other and gauged the other's presence.

He had met other humanoid spirits before, but it was not a common occurrence, and he certainly did not think that there would be another one acting as an adventurer.

At first Marcus thought that she might perhaps be an offshoot of a fully realized great spirit like the puppet body he had seen Recha inhabiting on the cruise ship.

However, after examining her closely, he was confident she was not a great spirit, but a superior spirit that was one rank lower.

Still, she was stronger than any other spirit Marcus had come across save for the few great spirits he had met.

'I wonder what she is doing here?'

Without any doubt she was connected to the Great Spirit of Life judging by her clothing and the power Marcus could feel faintly emanating from her.

Most likely she was an adjutant of the Great Spirit of Life just as Alyna had become Marcus' when he blessed her.

What she was doing leading a band of adventurers was beyond Marcus though.

"Evette, is something the matter?"

After she had been standing still for several seconds, one of her party members who was a male elf with golden hair nudged her with a look of bewilderment and concern.

"No, nothing is wrong, Adlamin. Let us find our seats."

Evette then led her party over to her party's assigned table and sat down. Though along the way she could not help but continue to steal glances towards Marcus.

Marcus was naturally also intrigued by finding another spirit among their expedition team, and carefully gauged her and her comrade's abilities.

Along with the male elf her party consisted of a human female that was wearing long robes and holding a staff, making it obvious she was a mage.

The next member of her party was a burly bear beastman that had two massive top tier adamantine greatswords on his back.

And the final member of her party was a rare individual that looked to be entirely made of wood.

Marcus had not ever seen an individual of this race before, but in the back of his mind he was able to recall hearing about them and that they were called wyrwoods.

With all of the expedition members now in attendance the actual meeting was set to begin.

The Grand Masters from each Quadrant entered one by one starting with Valerius and going in order in terms of their prestige and experience.

Needing only a single glance, Marcus could tell that each of these top leaders of the guild were incredibly strong.

Of course, to be at the top of an organization that spanned the entire world it was only natural that they had power to back up their authority.

Still, none of these Grand Masters could match up to Boreas one on one, Marcus was certain of that.

However, the final individual to enter made Marcus gulp.

Coming out after the Grand Masters was the leader of the entire adventurers guild.

The man had short gray hair and a physique akin to a statue of a Greek god. His strength and confidence were apparent with every step he took and the subtle pressure he radiated had the entire room silent.

This was a man that nobody would look down on. That nobody could. He was without a doubt at the peak of this world in terms of strength.

'Is he as strong as a great spirit?' Marcus thought as his gaze was glued to the adventurers guild's leader.

Other than the great spirits he had met, no other being felt quite as overwhelming as this man. The depths of his power felt unfathomable, and Marcus could not gauge his abilities other than being far beyond his own.

Just seeing this man walk across a room, Marcus now knew why even Boreas referred to this man as a monster.

Once the leader of the guild sat down, his eyes quickly scanned across the room at the members that had been chosen for the expedition.

His expression remained unchanged the entire time until he looked directly at Marcus.

For a split second a show of surprise came over him and Marcus could feel that he had been completely seen through. Even his False Status could not hide him from the eyes of such an accomplished individual.

Still, the leader of the adventurers guild was used to seeing unusual entities and regained his composure in an instant.

"Allow me to begin by thanking all of you for gathering here today. I know many of you are busy and were working on other assignments, but this expedition is of the upmost importance to the guild and takes precedence over everything else."

After the guild leader said this, he waved his hand and small rifts in space opened up in front of each member of the expedition and a small packet of papers fell onto the tables in front of them.

"These documents contain all the details that our first scouting party was able to retrieve about the island. I am sure that you will soon understand exactly why we have called all of you here who are the best of the best for your levels."

Picking up the documents Marcus began swiftly reading through them and found the information that Valerius had already disclosed to them and more.

'So, the fog is still prevalent once on the island.'

Marcus thought, finding the first piece of intriguing information.

He had already been told about the fog barrier preventing outside perception of the island expect for its shore.

Yet while the fog lessened once on the island it still prevented sight any farther out than three hundred meters.

But while the dangers on the island were great, especially because of the restrictions to powers such as flight and far range detection skills, there were several valuable resources to be tapped into that

made the island lucrative.