School Transmigration: I, Chosen as the Saint by Dragons at the Start-Chapter 146 --The Traction Power of Stellar

Owen’s mind exploded in confusion.

What did this all mean?

It was known that the River Crossing Demon offspring were the children of the River Crossing Demon Mother.

Despite the "Demon" in their names, the River Crossing Demon Mother was a bona fide deity.

Was the Red General actually engaging in conversation with the River Crossing Demon Mother?

That a general could speak with a deity scrambled Owen’s thoughts entirely.

What kind of conspiracy was hidden within these events?

Suddenly, the River Crossing Demon offspring let out a long howl, its form beginning to change.

Its body grew more robust, and astonishingly, two additional arms sprouted from its back.

Its face started to resemble that of a human more closely.

This transformation seemed to approach that of an adult form, but the change appeared catalyzed, unnatural, and somewhat distorted.

As it opened its mouth to speak, a cold light flashed, illuminating the entire stone chamber.

The Red General clapped his hands.

"I’ve lost interest in listening."

Owen’s lips quivered as he thought to himself, "The Red General is truly capricious. Could it be that he knows what the River Crossing Demon Mother was about to say?"

...

At the Heaven Summit, in a cave, four grandmasters arrived in succession, bringing the total count to completion.

From the academy, there were eleven grandmasters, with two remaining at the trial grounds for protection; three grandmasters of dragons, and four other grandmasters, making a total of eighteen.

The numbers were perfect.

Eldrich, presiding over the gathering, expressed his gratitude, "Thank you all for coming. I ask for your support to help me break the formation."

The grandmasters responded in unison, "It is our duty."

One of the grandmasters inquired, "What should we do?"

Lauder spoke, "Currently, there are two methods to break the formation. The first is a direct assault, which would require a tremendous amount of energy. We could attempt it. The second involves us joining forces to utilize a small magic array, which possesses the rudiments of a level 6 magic array. Though our combined powers would only bring forth an embryonic form of the array, it should suffice to shatter the Soul Draining magic array."

Eldrich, without hesitation, declared in a clear voice, "Let’s opt for the second approach."

His stature and respect commanded no objections from the other grandmasters.

Taking a deep breath, Lauder said, "If that’s the case, let’s position ourselves according to the Zodiac. We might need to harness the power of stellar."

"What about the extra people?" Eldrich inquired.

"Be on standby to assist," Lauder responded with a grimace.

"Given this is a temporary measure, there’s a chance some might not keep up with the power required. We also need to allocate manpower to deal with any unforeseen threats."

His implication was clear; a level 6 magic array—especially one designed for Soul Draining—was likely lethal.

Without bloodshed thus far, those behind the scenes might grow restless.

Eldrich nodded slightly, "Let’s proceed then."

Twelve grandmasters took their places according to the Zodiac, ready to summon the power of stellar.

As night descended, the starry sky dazzled, as if the entire universe’s gaze converged upon them.

The twelve grandmasters closed their eyes and concentrated, beginning to chant spells in a deep and powerful tone.

With the incantation, an invisible force began to circulate among them.

Suddenly, the stars in the sky started to twinkle, beams of starlight shooting down from the heavens, connecting with the grandmasters in lines of light.

These beams of starlight, as if called upon, gathered into a formidable power of stellar.

Gradually, a massive astral disc illusion appeared above their heads, slowly rotating and emitting a blinding brilliance.

The bodies of the twelve grandmasters began to emanate symbols of their respective zodiac signs, their magical powers resonating with the power of stellar, forming a perfect cycle.

As the astral disc rotated, a powerful wave of energy started to spread throughout the ruins, with the surrounding air seeming to be drawn by this force, creating whirlwinds.

At this moment, the consciousness of the twelve grandmasters seemed to merge with the universe.

They could feel the breath of the stars, the trajectories of planets, and even hear the calls from the depths of the cosmos.

They knew this was the moment when the power of stellar was at its most potent, and the optimal time to execute their secret magic.

With the rotation of the astral disc accelerating, all twelve grandmasters simultaneously opened their eyes, their gazes piercing through the void like arrows, aimed at the sky.

Under their guidance, the power of stellar converged into a dazzling beam of light, shooting up into the heavens, as if to connect heaven and earth.

Lauder pointed towards the Soul Draining array and roared, "Go!"

The column of light, like a pillar between heaven and earth, crashed down upon the Soul Draining magic array.

Dark forces burst forth violently, the ghosts within wailing madly, as if being drained of their essence.

Their piercing screams seemed to burrow into the very souls of the grandmasters.

The rebound force abruptly halted the column of stellar light, with the power flowing back into the bodies of the twelve grandmasters.

Although the force was distributed among them, it was not something that the weaker grandmasters could withstand.

The other grandmasters turned pale, their breaths slightly faltering.

One grandmaster, in particular, violently spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying out of the formation.

A grandmaster standing by, who had been watching the scene unfold, quickly stepped in to wield the power of stellar that had been summoned with difficulty.

Eldrich, with a solemn gaze, asked in a low voice, "What’s the situation?"

Lauder, drenched in sweat, said heavily, "Three times, we only need to strike three times, and the magic array will surely shatter."

The faces of the grandmasters darkened at this news.

Enduring even one strike had already proven too much; three would undoubtedly result in varying degrees of injury for them all.

Yet, concerning the safety of the academy’s students, they gritted their teeth and declared, "Rise!"

The pillar formed by the power of stellar was indeed raised again, and Lauder roared, "Smash!"

Once more, the pillar of stellar power, like a collapsing mountain, thundered down towards the level 6 magic array.

As the pillar touched the magic array, there wasn’t the expected earth-shattering impact but rather a wave of energy spreading outward, seemingly stirring little commotion.

Only the grandmasters understood the extent of their suffering.

Two grandmasters were immediately thrown back, crashing into the walls and spitting blood, their faces as pale as death, severe injuries were inevitable.

Another two grandmasters stepped forward to take control of the pillar of stellar power.

Lauder, with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth and barely able to lift his eyelids, persisted, "The last... one, can we... still do it?"

His words were so weak they were hardly intelligible, but as the originator of the formation, he could not fall.

The grandmasters exerted all their energy, their arcanergy wildly surging.

Before the pillar of stellar power could even smash down again, two grandmasters coughed up blood and retreated, collapsing to the ground: "It’s no use, our bloodlines are blocked, we can’t even channel our arcanergy."

Two grandmasters, who had been observing the situation closely, filled the gap at this critical moment.

Barlo’s ice-blue hair, gathered at the back of his head, floated effortlessly in the still air, resembling seaweed adrift in water.

His entire being radiated an icy blue glow, and from his mouth came a dragon’s chant: "What a thrill—"

It had been ages since he had unleashed his arcanergy so freely.

Since ascending to the grandmaster-tier, few beings dared to challenge him, making such unrestrained outpouring of arcanergy a rare and sought-after delight.

Now, he could arrogantly expend his arcanergy without any concern, a feeling of exhilaration that was truly unparalleled.

So much so that a third of the arcanergy for the pillar of stellar power was borne by him and the other two grandmasters of dragons.

Without their contribution, the eighteen grandmasters’ efforts today would have been futile.

The innate power of dragons is indeed formidable; once stepping into the transcendent realm, they become an endless source of arcanergy.

Lauder, holding his breath, roared, "Smash!"

The twelve grandmasters channeled their arcanergy, pressing down fiercely towards the level 6 magic array with a momentum as unstoppable as a landslide and as forceful as crashing waves.

Nothing could withstand such force.

Neither the magic array nor the twelve grandmasters could endure it.

The rebounding force directly catapulted the twelve grandmasters, and Bilqis, who had intended to assess the situation of the magic array, passed out on the spot.

Grandmasters, even in the midst of battle against foes for ten days and nights, would not deplete their mental energy.

Now, merely wielding the pillar of stellar power three times had caused them to faint, showcasing the immense power involved.

After all, harnessing the forces of nature has always been the prerogative of sages.

Grandmasters overstepping to utilize such powers pay a price far from trivial.

Blood trickled from the corner of Barlo’s mouth as he clutched his chest, struggling to rise from the ground.

A quick glance revealed that four of the twelve grandmasters had fallen unconscious, while Eldrich’s complexion was deathly pale, his face ashen, his breath weak, yet he remained conscious.

The resilience of seasoned grandmasters truly set them apart.

Barlo’s expression darkened upon seeing that the level 6 magic array showed no sign of disturbance: "Did we fail?"

Leaning against the wall, Eldrich took deep breaths before replying, "No, we’re on the verge of success."

His words had barely faded when a sound akin to a newly grown branch being forcibly snapped echoed through the air.

Spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the stone pillars surrounding the Soul Draining array, with dark energy initially trying to mend the breaches.

However, the cracks multiplied, widening beyond control until they became irreparable.

With a thunderous boom, the stone pillars disintegrated into ash.

The magic array’s glyphs flickered erratically, like a faulty bulb struggling to maintain its glow.

Then, suddenly, the glyphs of the magic array vanished into thin air.