School Transmigration: I, Chosen as the Saint by Dragons at the Start-Chapter 101 --Rain of Meteors

Quincy’s strike was executed with precision and efficiency, the culmination of a lifetime of experience.

It took him six hundred and seventy-three years to reach the grandmaster-tier, during which he had slain over ten thousand creatures of various races.

This move, honed through relentless practice, was unstoppable.

His palm strike cut through the demon ape’s head as easily as a red-hot blade through butter.

The demon ape’s head was just like a block of butter – smooth and offering no resistance.

Quincy was immensely satisfied with his killing technique, certain that whether artificial or natural, the head was always the weak point of any creature.

However, the headless demon ape staggered only a couple of steps and didn’t fall.

It reached out, picked up its own head, and firmly pressed it back onto its neck.

The magma-like substance at the neck acted like the strongest glue, and in just two breaths, the neck was completely reattached, with the eyes once again glowing red.

Quincy’s mouth twitched, his sense of triumph dissipating.

How was he supposed to fight this? Was this creature unkillable?

Stanbeck’s pupils dilated in shock and anger as he bellowed, "Return."Following his command, more demon apes surged out of thin air, rushing towards Quincy.

Quincy managed to decapitate two more, retreating as he fought.

After being beheaded or bisected, these demon apes would pause longer and move slower, but they would inevitably find and reattach their severed body parts, ready to continue the battle with Quincy for hundreds of rounds.

Such a fight seemed futile.

Quincy internally noted the difficulty of the situation, finding the scene extremely challenging.

Owen watched in amazement.

He witnessed Quincy chopping the demon ape into hundreds of pieces, yet its hand still managed to retrieve and reassemble its dismembered body, seamlessly rejoining the parts.

"It seems we can’t obtain the Heart of the Ocean after all," Owen said, looking towards the black protodragon with a hint of reluctance in his eyes.

The black protodragon, flicking its forked tongue, swayed its head back and forth atop the statue.

Sensing Owen’s gaze, it turned to meet his eyes.

Its look was cool and emotionless, showing no fear even in the presence of Owen’s potent dragon aura.

A thought suddenly struck Owen.

Although dragons could typically suppress many races related to them, this suppressive power diminishes greatly if the opponent’s realm far exceeds that of the dragons.

That seemed to be the case now.

The Heart of the Ocean was a semi-divine artifact, and its artifact spirit, after thousands or even tens of thousands of years of accumulation, was unfathomably powerful.

Owen’s pride in his dragon bloodline’s suppressive power might appear as laughable as a child brandishing a stick in the eyes of the black protodragon.

Quincy, despite easily combatting the demon apes, faced the problem of their indestructibility and incessant distractions.

Frustration began to cloud his mind, a dangerous emotion in the midst of battle.

Gritting his teeth, Quincy produced four golden beans in his hand.

He scattered them on the ground, and the beans rapidly grew in response to the wind.

In the blink of an eye, the four golden beans transformed into four golden armored giants, each as formidable as the demon apes.

These golden armored giants were evenly matched with the demon apes, engaging in a fierce back-and-forth battle.

Quincy seized this opportunity to contemplate his next move.

"Arcanergy artifact·Gold-Bean Warrior." Stanbeck gaped in astonishment. "Quincy has such a thing? What kind of background does he have?"

The Gold-Bean Warrior was an epic-tier arcanergy artifact, immensely precious in Novalia continent.

Most crucially, the method of crafting such artifacts had been lost.

Currently, there were no more than fifty Gold-Bean Warriors documented in Novalia continent.

Yet, Quincy had just produced four of them, a feat that made even Owen furrow his brows.

Such resources were not something an ordinary person could possess.

Next, Quincy condensed a droplet of water from his hand, infusing it with arcanergy.

The water droplet grew and shrank, finally stabilizing at the size of a duck egg.

He then threw the water ball at the feet of a demon ape, stating coolly, "The rules of this world differ from reality.

Our luck and strength are somewhat suppressed here."

In the real world, the water ball he created could have grown to the size of an ostrich egg, but here it had diminished significantly.

Fortunately, upon contacting the ground, the water ball exploded, releasing a dozen dark red water serpents, each targeting a demon ape.

Stanbeck, like a puzzled NPC, muttered to himself, "The Hydro Serpent Spell from the sea serpent race? Quincy is from the sea serpent race? How come I’ve never heard of such a prodigious talent in their ranks?"

Quincy, compelled by the circumstances, had revealed his identity as a member of the sea serpent race.

Faced with the formidable black protodragon, continuing to hide his true capabilities could cost him his life.

The water serpents, purely composed of water, proved elusive for the demon apes, who were unable to grab hold of them.

Instead, the serpents slithered into their skulls and wriggled into their orifices.

Owen heard continuous hissing sounds emanating from inside their bodies.

Accompanied by billows of white vapor, the molten magma flowing on the surface of the rock began to dim and subsequently solidified.

After about fifteen seconds, the demon apes could no longer maintain their form and crumbled into heaps of charred remains.

With the destruction of the demon apes, Quincy’s pressure decreased significantly.

He now understood that dealing with the artifact spirit of the Heart of the Ocean required a combination of soft and hard tactics.

"I am determined to obtain the Heart of the Ocean. Having lain buried on Heartstealer Island for so many years, it has become an unclaimed divine artifact. Why not join me? I assure you, I will feed you the spiritual energy of the heavens and earth, restoring you to your peak,"Quincy proposed.

"I will even seek out dwarven craftsmen to forge a specialized power of orders for you, aiding you in ascending to the noble realm of divine artifacts."

Whether divine artifacts, semi-divine artifacts, or legendary-tier arcanergy artifacts, all fall under the category of artifacts.

They are like swords that constantly need sharpening stones to maintain their edge.

Only by regular honing can they remain rust-free and efficient in use.

The Heart of the Ocean, having soaked on Heartstealer Island without any creatures to nurture it, would gradually lose its divinity.

Perhaps a few hundred or a thousand years might seem like a drop in the ocean for it.

But if the timeline were extended to tens of thousands of years, the Heart of the Ocean would eventually turn into a mere stone.

The spirit of a divine artifact, instinctively, would also seek to escape such a predicament.

"Well said," the black protodragon grinned, its ambiguous laugh audible to everyone, "And after we leave, what do you plan to do with me?"

"I will take you to traverse the continent, visit myriad mountains, seek deities, and worship immortals. In time, the rules within your body will gradually become refined and mature, allowing you to ascend to the rank of a divine artifact," Quincy replied.

The black protodragon stared intently at Quincy for a long while before speaking, "You... I don’t believe you." Owen detected an eerie undertone in its voice.

"Why not?" Quincy frowned.

"You’re clearly lying," the black protodragon spoke disdainfully.

"You claim you’ll take me across the continent, yet I sense a growing aura of death around you, as if you’re nearing your end."

Owen, Stanbeck, and Boyd all turned their gazes sharply towards Quincy.

Quincy appeared quite young; his hair shimmered radiantly.

His skin was flawless, and through his body, Owen could see a robust heart beating powerfully, a sign of extreme strength and vitality from the culmination of intense cultivation and the evolution of the body due to arcanergy.

How could someone exhibiting such vigorous life be close to death?

Owen squinted his eyes, feeling a sudden sense of alarm: "Could it be that he’s an ordinary member of the sea serpent race who used some forbidden technique to forcibly elevate his cultivation realm? No, that can’t be right; if so, he wouldn’t possess such extensive combat experience. There seem to be many secrets to Quincy."

Quincy sighed, "You are right, but what I want to say is, if you come with me, I will certainly treat you well."

"Heh, your true colors show," the black protodragon hissed, flicking its tongue.

"You just want to imprison me, to make me a divine artifact of your lineage. How would that be any different from staying in this space?"

Quincy, expressionless, spoke coldly, "My intention was to have a proper conversation with you, to persuade you to follow me. But since you refuse the courteous approach, you leave me no choice."

"How so?"

"I can borrow the power of deities, and then it will be brute force to make you submit. Either way, it’s surrender. I just wanted to spare you some suffering."

"Deities?" the black protodragon showed no fear.

"It’s been a long time since I had a good fight."

Before it could finish, hundreds of massive fireballs suddenly plummeted from the sky, crashing into the ground where the two stood.

These fireballs, glowing golden-red with tinges of white, indicated a terrifyingly high temperature.

Each one contained obsidian meteorites over three meters in diameter, their impact force and explosive sounds suggesting they could shatter the entire space.

Every collision with the ground caused massive explosions, creating deep craters and melting the soil into a glass-like substance.

The impact concentrated within a few kilometers, melting the golden armored giants into liquid.

As for Owen, he had transformed into a dragon early on, breaking through the castle and leaving the basement.

Hovering in the sky, he watched as General Hope’s castle turned into ruins, pondering to himself, "The black protodragon probably survived, but can Quincy make it out alive?"