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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

Chapter202-The Greedy Pete

Fikell grew increasingly anxious as the western sea infantry steadily advanced, with the leading demon legion titans already within throwing distance of their clubs into the city.

Visto still hadn't made a move, which once again made Fikell want to rush down and strike him; his calmness was infuriating.

Fikell and his lieutenants stood atop the wooden wall, their swords swinging, sending out sword auras that chipped away at the approaching enemy forces.

Yet, the western sea troops continued their steady advance, getting closer and closer to the city walls.

Only five meters left!

Fikell looked towards Visto, noticing he still hadn't taken any action, his mind racing with irritation—had this man run out of tricks?

As the titan closest to the wall hurled its club, Fikell braced to defend with his sword but then noticed the club had vanished.