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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

Chapter239-The Reason for Betrayal

"General Reiss, who was fighting in the Snow Realm, has returned. The ministers are all rushing to the great hall as we speak!"

"Ah?" Armando expressed his surprise, "He's back so soon? It seems the rebels in the Snow Realm were not much of a challenge."

Armando thought to himself: This is the perfect opportunity to see what schemes the national preceptor, Blois, has been up to.

With the assistance of his maid Mia, Armando dressed and headed towards the great hall.

Outside the palace gates stood a formidable and orderly army, their presence silent yet overwhelming.

The soldiers, clad in black armor and wielding spears, quietly awaited the arrival of one individual.

That person, none other than the king himself, appeared atop the palace walls, surveying the army below with a discerning eye.

In the center of the army, a figure on a tall, black horse made his way forward.