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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

Chapter195-Monsters from the Western Sea

Just as Fikell was about to strike Visto, he saw "beasts" charging out of the forest.

These were beings that seemed neither fully human nor completely otherworldly; some had skin as decayed as revenants, others were huge and cumbersome, some resembled bats, while others sprinted like dogs towards them.

Fikell screamed "Defensive formation!" clutching his sword tighter.

His thousand riders were on the verge of collapse from tension, with only a few lieutenants still in a coherent state ready for battle.

He thought this might be the end.

But then, he heard Visto speak.

"All soldiers, prepare your crossbows," Visto's voice was steady, unshaken as he turned to Fikell, "Lieutenants and above, ready for close combat." 

In that moment, Fikell felt a surge of calm, his hands seemingly filled with renewed strength.

Yet, he hadn't anticipated the one-sided battle that was about to unfold.