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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 · 奇幻
分數不夠
280 Chs

Chapter103-Erin's Trace

No sooner had the statue made its appearance than the black protodragon grew restless.

It surged forward, its body shooting like an arrow from a bow.

Already fast, its full-speed approach was like a galloping horse, almost catapulting to the ground.

In just a breath, it had landed in front of Quincy.

"You thief, the God Descending Spell is inherently evil, full of hidden dangers. Now you dare to use it before me; are you seeking death?" 

For the first time, the previously emotionless black protodragon's voice betrayed anger.

Quincy remained motionless, eyes closed, muttering under his breath.

Owen could faintly hear something like "...descend, O deity, I crave for blood... not yet dead... to extinction..." 

The incantations seemed shrouded in divine secrecy, indecipherable to Owen.

"Is this the God Descending Spell?" he wondered, stroking his chin.

"The black protodragon seems furious."