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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

Chapter198-Decapitation Strike

The demon army landed successfully, sweeping northward.

Whitelion Kingdom's forces lost a fifth of their number to this venomous onslaught.

Had Des not ordered a retreat in advance, the outcome could have been total annihilation.

Such is the formidable power of the demon's top echelons, capable of altering the course of a battle at a critical juncture.

Unlike Mokeni's shallow jubilation, Evan felt no joy in military achievements; they meant nothing to him.

He even found himself bored, as there was no one on this battlefield who could match him.

"The target is Wanhill. Advance," Evan commanded, looking towards the endless plains to the east.

Let's see what's there, he thought.

Perhaps there will be individuals of sturdier will.

...

Gerald was confident he had seized the initiative in the war.

The demon army on the western front was significantly tied down by Mingate and Glazed Pavilion.