Transmigrated as a Ghost

Eyes wide, Marcus looked at Cassius in surprise.

The leader of the Round Table party had just leapt from the ground below and was gripping the railing at the top of the stronghold's wall with one hand while holding his amethros sword in the other.

On this island where it was impossible to fly, his maneuver had been incredibly dangerous. Had he missed the railing he would have kept ascending until the momentum of his jump wore off. Not to mention that fact that thousands of bullets and dozens of rockets were flying around. It would have been all too easy for him to have been hit while in the air and unable to dodge.

'Actually, it looks like he did get hit a few times.' Marcus observed.

He could see several spots where Cassius had been hit by bullets and was bleeding.

Thankfully the damage was superficial. The bullets had hit and bounced off him and left only scratches that were already healing. Proof that Cassius possessed incredible durability.

"There was no reason to put yourself in danger like that. I would have been fine without your assistance." Marcus said with a disapproving tone.

"I don't doubt that. Despite your lower level you have proven yourself incurably skillful and invaluable. But you were taking too long, and your magic is needed elsewhere in this fight. Plus, I was barely able to do anything from the ground and was itching to join the melee up here. Just firing off mana slashes away from the action isn't my style."

Cassius did not seem to care that his actions could have led to a disastrous result and instead kept his eyes locked on the robot he had knocked away from Marcus.

It was currently looking at Cassius and analyzing the new threat. Thanks to his attack there was now a deep cut in its armor that had previously only been scratched by Marcus' attacks.

'That sword's stronger than I thought it was. I am certain it did not have a pattern indicating it is system recognized last time Cassius used it.'

Marcus' eyes were glued on the top tier amethros sword that Cassius was wielding. The previous times he had seen it the blade had looked far plainer and did not emit nearly as much energy as it currently was.

"I shouldn't be surprised that you are interested in Excalibur. But we all have our secrets and I have no intention of explaining. Just get back to healing and supporting the others, I will take care of this one quickly." Cassius said, his lips curved up into a vicious smile as he prepared for battle.

A moment later he clashed with the robot that had identified Cassius as a greater threat than Marcus.

The two were trading blows rapidly but it was clear from the start that Cassius had the advantage. His skills were superb, and his weapon far outclassed the robot's superheated swords.

As this went down Marcus turned some of his attention back to casting his healing magic, but he made sure to keep an eye on Cassius's battle.

Of course, his interest was in the sword more so than the outcome. He wanted to understand what made it special and was interested in its name.

'It must have been named by someone from Earth. When I heard that Cassius' party's name was round table I did not want to jump to any conclusions, but wielding a sword named Excalibur as well makes me almost certain.'

However, while it was likely that the names of Cassius' party and his sword came from a reincarnation or transmigration, Marcus was certain that neither Cassius nor any of his party members were from Earth. Otherwise, it one of them should have reacted to certain things just like Marcus and Miguel had.

What Marcus figured was more likely was that Cassius had an ancestor that originated from Earth and passed down the party name and the sword.

'Still, I can't believe that someone decided to name their sword Excalibur… Unless. Did it receive a name like my scythe did?' 

Marcus' own weapon had received the name Dread Devourer from the system due to it using the core from a doomsday monster and being of exceptional quality. Perhaps something similar happened with the sword Cassius was wielding. Though even if it hadn't, Marcus wanted to get his hands on the sword and figure out what made it tick. 

Unfortunately, a proper examination of the weapon was going to have to wait until after this battle. If Cassius would let him see the sword at all.

The battle continued to rage all around as more robots arrived to replace the ones that had been destroyed. 

So far no one in the expedition squad had been fatally injured thanks to Marcus and Evette's healing magic, but the intense fighting was starting to weigh on everyone.

Those at the top were being attacked fiercely by the majority of the robot's fire power, while those that were below were constantly being bombarded with explosives to keep them from gaining their bearings.

It was honestly a bit of a miracle that just the twenty of them were holding their own against a swarm of robots using advanced weaponry. This just went to show how powerful they all were for their levels. That even this was not enough to break them.

Cassius' addition to the chaotic battle on top of the wall was honestly a massive help. He had been able to destroy the close combat focused robot and was cleaving through robots with ease thanks to his powerful sword that seemed unstoppable.

Every time he slashed, he carved through a robot and crippled it or outright destroyed it. Their barriers and armor barely even slowed him down.

As things were going, this battle was turning into one of attrition which they were likely to win thanks to their ability to recover quickly from either magic, potions, or skills. Whenever the robots took damage, they were unable to repair themselves. Even with far greater numbers it did not matter if they kept getting destroyed.