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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
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280 Chs

Chapter162-Demon Puppeteer

Seizing the moment, Owen leaped out of the fray, his trident pointed at the pack of wolves: "Halt, advance another step and face death."

"We mean no harm," the lead grey wolf spoke in human tongue.

"Our target is that madman in the sky!"

Owen's gaze also found the circling giant bird and its rider.

Instantly, he linked the rider with the giant ape and the werewolf, given the bird's bizarre, patchwork appearance.

The giant bird did not cease its assault, continuously spitting fireballs from above in coordination with the giant ape's attacks.

Owen had no choice but to engage in battle once more.

Seeing this, Isaac drew his bow, and without aiming, released an arrow that flew swiftly and accurately.

Berkeley was astounded, not expecting Isaac to possess such refined archery skills.

The odd rider atop the strange bird swung a bell, producing a tinkling sound that conjured a gust of wind in mid-air.