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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

Chapter187-Assassination of the King

Army Maquis silently watched the carts making their way into the city, his 20 orc followers seemingly having received prior orders, dispersed and followed different carts into the city.

Eventually, only Army Maquis was left outside the city, facing the Third Centurion and the Snow Kingdom ironclad army alone.

"Hmph, it seems it's just you and me left out here, men," Army Maquis coldly addressed Blight.

Blight's face turned ashen, but he had no retort.

"Ironblade City has cost my army dearly. The weapons you've brought are insufficient," Army Maquis continued.

"The quantity of military supplies was agreed upon in advance; you cannot..." Blight started to object.

"Front five ranks!" 

Army Maquis, ignoring the Third Centurion's protest, bellowed, "Drop your weapons and leave! Or else, die!"

His roar, akin to a lion's, reached the ears of every member of the Snow Kingdom ironclad army, quickly spreading panic through their ranks.