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School Transmigration: I, Chosen as the Saint by Dragons at the Start

Owen, an ordinary high school student at Saint Aya Academy, finds himself and his classmates mysteriously transported to a world filled with magic and bizarre creatures during a school event. In this world, arcanergy saturates the land, and all intelligent beings can harness it. The more adept one is at utilizing arcanergy, the more noble their race is considered. Upon arriving on this new continent, the students from Saint Aya Academy immediately attract the attention of various powers. They are referred to as Saints and are chosen by powerful races to be groomed as successors. However, Owen seems to be as inconspicuous here as he was at school, with no races showing interest in him. Even as his classmates find their places, no one extends an olive branch to Owen. Just when everyone thinks he will be left behind, a dragon's roar echoes across the sky. The ancient and mighty Dragon race, in an unprecedented gesture of high ceremony, has the twelve Great Dragon Elders personally welcome Owen, choosing him as the "Saint of the Dragons." As everyone is stunned by this dramatic turn of events, Owen hears a "ding" sound beside his ear... [Host binding, the most powerful Prophecy System is activated!]

Sesame_Cookies · Fantasy
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280 Chs

Chapter185-The Sword Stands, The City Stands

Guarding the staircase, groups of defenders, armed with a mix of long and short weapons as well as crossbows, slaughtered the demon army forces attempting to ascend the tower.

The attackers, primarily orcs, displayed fearless valor, piling their dead layer upon layer in their attempt to storm the tower.

Thus, Ironblade Tower was lost one floor at a time until, at last, several powerful orcs stood atop the spire, cheering in triumph.

The orc leader watched the battle with detachment, as if he were merely an observer.

When his lieutenants reported that all resistance within the city had been quelled, and all the defenders killed, just like in the outer city, he inquired, "Were there any who surrendered?"

"Not one," was the reply.

"Good," the orc leader said, then made his way to the drawing room.

The room appeared empty until the orc leader addressed the seemingly vacant air, "Come out, it's all over now."