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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

Chapter199-The Mysterious Old Man

On the eastern front, there was no major battle, which Gerald considered good news, given his forces were still at a disadvantage.

The bad news came from the Whitelion Kingdom's border front, where a significant problem arose.

The demon army, in collusion with the eastern sea pirates, launched a coordinated land and sea assault that devastated the Whitelion Kingdom's forces.

Due to the southern great plains of the Whitelion Kingdom being indefensible, the commander Des retreated to the central narrow passes of Whitelion Kingdom.

The geography of Whitelion Kingdom, narrower in the middle and wider at both ends, makes these passes strategically vital.

To the west of the passes lies the small Green Mountain range, stretching to the great Green Mountain, and to the east, the cliffs extend to Blackwater Bay, which is too shallow for large ships to navigate—truly, a chokepoint where one man can hold against ten thousand.