School Transmigration: I, Chosen as the Saint by Dragons at the Start-Chapter 113 --Could It Be a Sage?

Rather than saying it opened, it was more like it was being stretched open.

A dark hand grabbed Loka’s lower lip, and another, equally dark, pressed against her upper jaw.

Loka’s mouth was forcibly elongated to an unimaginable extent.

Suddenly, a head emerged from her mouth.

Its gaze was bewildered, shrouded in a viscous fluid resembling amniotic fluid.

Its eyes, blood-red and intense, contrasted starkly with its entirely black face.

The skin seemed to swirl like mist, and its teeth, resembling a pair of tusks, jutted menacingly beyond its lips.

This Demon was peculiar, seemingly incorporeal, yet it could interact with the Goddess of Loka’s statue.

Shaking its head, it fixed its gaze on the black protodragon.

Its eyes continuously shifted between Owen and the black protodragon, as if recognizing or discerning something.

Owen swallowed hard, his body rigid, and whispered, "Is this creature a Demon? What’s its name, and how do we fight it?"

"I’m not sure," the black protodragon replied, its expression also grave.

"There’s no specific way to combat Demons. These beings are forbidden entities, lurking in the abyss, far from the mortal world."

"No, wait," Owen panicked.

"You’ve been fighting Demons for so many years, haven’t you gleaned any experience?"

"That’s the strangest part. Demons never repeat themselves. Each one is truly unique, both in appearance and consciousness."

"Wait a minute," Owen said, noticing the Demon stretching further out, its neck elongating grotesquely.

"Are we just going to watch it come out?"

The black protodragon actually shuddered slightly, as if a human had shrugged their shoulders: "You could try attacking it."

Without hesitation, Owen raised his hand, unleashing a stream of golden holy light entwined with arcanergy towards the Demon.

As it neared its target, a rune emerged from the Statue of the Goddess of Loka, intercepting Owen’s attack.

The golden holy light, upon contact with the goddess’s rune, dissipated instantly, like snowflakes vanishing under the sun’s warmth.

Owen’s temples throbbed in confusion.

"What’s happening here?"

The black protodragon, with a hint of embarrassment in its tone, explained, "This... The Statue of the Goddess of Loka houses a Level 6 magic array known as ’Frost Dissolve.’"

Owen’s face twitched at the mention of a Level 6 magic array—a significant investment of power.

"This array, despite its name, has no relation to frost. It’s named so because it dissolves all attacks, just like how snow melts away. Unless you possess sage-tier strength, this array will neutralize all your attacks."

Owen’s complexion paled.

"Don’t tell me you carved this magic array."

"No," the black protodragon responded.

Owen breathed a sigh of relief, only to tense up again as the dragon continued, "It was carved by a Level 6 arraymancer I summoned."

Owen was speechless.

He turned to look at the black protodragon, who couldn’t meet his gaze and offered a pale justification, "At the time, I didn’t know the Goddess of Loka was deceiving me. She claimed she couldn’t move and needed a magic array for protection, so I had it inscribed. I never imagined it would lead to this..."

"You’re... quite generous," Owen remarked dryly.

Magic arrays were rare in the continent of Novalia, understood by only a handful of races, with Level 6 arraymancers numbering barely in the teens.

The value and rarity of a Level 6 magic array were thus immeasurable.

All the black protodragon could do was heave a deep sigh.

With no other options available, a dragon and a protodragon watched as the Demon slowly emerged from the Statue of the Goddess of Loka.

Gradually, its abdomen became visible, alarmingly emaciated, resembling a malnourished monkey, but without any fur and covered entirely in a dense black mist.

The viscous, amniotic fluid-like substance that coated it slid down the statue, corroding the ground beneath into a vast hole.

Observing the rising white smoke, Owen frowned and asked, "What is this liquid? It seems highly corrosive."

The black protodragon’s gaze was icy.

"It likely originates from the abyss. This substance can not only corrode flesh but also possesses an ’Indelible’ quality. During the battle, you’d best avoid any contact with it."

Owen stepped back, his expression perplexed.

"Have you lost your mind? Me, fight? When did I agree to that? Isn’t this something you should handle?"

The black protodragon seemed to have anticipated this, responding, "I cannot inflict damage on it. I can only engage in a struggle, similar to what I did with Stanbeck. However, abyssal creatures possess much stronger vitality than Stanbeck."

"My resurrection trait was learned from abyssal creatures."

Owen was filled with questions, but he soon understood.

Hope, leading an army, had trembled before abyssal creatures for decades, capturing many of them.

Through research, they had gleaned much from these creatures.

"No, no, no," Owen, lacking his most powerful trump card [Prophecy], decided it was too risky to confront the creature.

"I can’t handle this thing. You should be the one to fight."

"Do you remember the liquid on its body I told you about?" the black protodragon asked.

"What about it?" Owen responded.

"That substance has the ’Indelible’ property. As you’ve noticed, I can’t use arcanergy, so if I battle it, I’ll inevitably be corroded by the liquid on its body."

"So... you won’t be able to resurrect."

"Not exactly. It’s just that the resurrection time would be indefinitely prolonged. By then, you’d still have to face it."

Owen’s eyes widened in shock.

"Then why aren’t you telling us to run? Are you planning to have us die alongside you?"

The black protodragon spoke with a firm, resolute voice.

"This is the sin I’ve created. I won’t let a Demon escape from this world. My creation of this world serves not only as a preservation of my fond memories of Loka City but also to suppress the Goddess of Loka."

"Why should your responsibility fall on me?" Owen’s voice rose, his eyes flickering with a golden light, undecided about whether to confront the black protodragon.

A fight with either would be troublesome, but he preferred facing the black protodragon.

With a somber face and a gloomy look in his eyes, the black protodragon said, "You don’t have a choice in this matter. If you disagree, all living beings here will die with you, and I will be locked in this world with it."

At that moment, Phyllis and a group from the sea race rushed over.

They had clearly witnessed the bizarre scene unfolding from the mouth of the Goddess of Loka.

The masters of the sea races were in a state of panic.

"What is this thing?" one of them exclaimed.

"It looks like a Demon mentioned in ancient texts. Didn’t General Hope completely eradicate them?" another queried.

"My goodness, what’s the strength of this Demon? It seems like a newborn."

"By the gods, I hope the Heart of the Ocean didn’t overlook this. It could kill us all."

"..."

Finn and the others, naturally, had also spotted the Demon.

Their expressions varied as they discussed among themselves before standing still, obviously not thinking of greeting Owen, who was clearly preoccupied.

Owen turned his gaze towards Finn and his group, and Finn waved at Owen.

"I..." the black protodragon, feeling guilty towards Owen, murmured, "I’ll help you as much as I can. If things go south, I’ll open a breach and get you all out."

Owen’s face was expressionless, offering no response.

The Demon had fully emerged from the mouth of the Goddess of Loka.

It stood there, its arms so long they touched the ground when it stood upright.

Its body continuously oozed a viscous, amniotic-like liquid, shrouded in a swirling black mist.

If it had any hair, it would have resembled a black water monkey.

With things having come to this point, Owen took a deep breath: "I’ll give it a try."

He had made up his mind, but in the next second, his expression dramatically changed once again.

The water monkey’s body began to pulsate with arcanergy, surging wildly like a rising tide, with a whirlwind gathering above its head.

"Arcanergy Siphoning?" Owen’s mouth hung open in disbelief, his mind flashing back to the first time he had smeared his body with arcanergy fluid.

Berkeley, shocked, stared at Owen and uttered those words.

The black protodragon, unsurprised, explained, "The abyss and our continent seem to have a natural disparity. These Demons, upon entering our land, start absorbing arcanergy immediately, as if replacing the energy within their bodies."

"This is also the best time for us to slay a Demon."

"But you created a Level 6 magic array, protecting it perfectly." Owen’s teeth clenched in frustration as he bitterly spat out the words.

"Uh..." The black protodragon made a choking sound, struggling to find words.

Owen watched, his eyes wide, as the water monkey’s realm soared wildly.

Gold-tier...

Diamond-tier...

Master-tier...

The arcanergy around its body was nearly condensing into droplets.

The entire mist of Loka City was torn apart by the powerful effect of its Arcanergy Siphoning.

A tremendous suction force drew in the surrounding clouds, piling them heavily over Loka City like a thick cotton blanket.

The scene, in its own way, was quite spectacular.

The sky cleared, and the water monkey’s realm reached the grandmaster-tier.

Owen’s eyelids twitched uncontrollably.

"This couldn’t be a sage, could it?"

The black protodragon, too, started to show signs of restlessness, its tail thumping anxiously.

"If it’s a sage, you all should leave immediately. Wait for your elders to come and suppress it. I’ll make it up to you."