School Transmigration: I, Chosen as the Saint by Dragons at the Start-Chapter 156 --Celestial Inferno

Erin would be better off staying at the Grand Magus Academy.

Once the dragons and the angel race commence battle, the entire continent will be shaken, and all military forces will be deployed to the front lines.

Even the disadvantaged races will muster their entire clan’s strength for the war.

Military honors are the only means for them to transcend their social strata.

When it comes to warfare, the advanced races will certainly not shortchange them.

After all, it’s through such means that the advanced races rally support among the many.

Within the advanced races, some arcana, unseen by many beings, can assist disadvantaged races in leaping into the intermediate class.

Thus, the entire continent now is like water before it boils, with bubbles already starting to form everywhere, waiting for the angel race to make a sweeping gesture and bring it to a complete boil.

No place on the continent is safe, except for the Grand Magus Academy.

Erin didn’t hesitate for a second, firmly stating, "Master, I will go with you.

Where you are, there I will be!"

A smile crept across Owen’s face as he affectionately patted her head, "Very well."

At this moment, Finn looked troubled, hesitating to speak.

Isaac, the wolf deity standing beside him, said, "Mr. Owen, please take me with you."

"You want to go to the dragons with me?" Owen asked.

"Yes," Isaac replied with determination.

"There are no human races there," Owen said.

"Think carefully. With our relationship, you could secure a good position by Finn’s side."

Finn looked ashamed, Owen’s words clearly addressing the concerns in his heart.

The choice between being a good prince, inheriting the throne, or rushing to the frontline to face the storm of blood and gore should be clear to anyone.

Finn lowered his eyes and said, "Sir..."

Owen raised his hand, stopping Finn’s words: "No need for further speech. We are not ones for undue sentimentality. If you were to follow me, I’d have to take that into consideration."

If Finn were to enter the fray, it could very likely drag the Laine Kingdom into the conflict.

Should the human race continually get involved, it would spell trouble for the dragons.

Isaac, of course, had no such concerns; as a mercenary, his actions were personal.

"Let’s go then," Owen said, gazing at the countdown in the sky, his face cold and filled with a murderous aura, "Home."

He departed with Isaac and Erin, the crowd parting to make way, no one daring to obstruct Owen.

Dragons’ traces in the human world are rare, and though the students of the Grand Magus Academy had speculated about Owen’s identity, his being a dragon was undeniable.

Now, with the dragons facing turmoil, he was bound to return home.

Exiting the academy, Principal Kendo and Berkeley were seen together, seemingly in conversation.

Owen, surprised, approached them, "Do you two know each other?"

Berkeley’s expression was complex as he softly said, "I’ve attended a few classes under Professor Kendo."

Kendo was more straightforward: "He was my student."

Berkeley lowered his head even more.

Owen, raising an eyebrow, smiled, "I didn’t expect Berkeley to have such a connection. Then why venture to the border city?"

Kendo replied with a smile, "Everyone has their own aspirations. One cannot force these."

Owen, clapping his hands, said, "Well spoken. Principal Kendo, did you stop me at the gate for a reason?"

"Nothing in particular," Kendo said.

"I just wanted to advise His Highness to be cautious.

Fate is a bond, difficult to change."

"Please, be more explicit," Owen replied, a sudden turmoil in his heart.

"Your words are too obscure for me to understand."

"It’s alright," Kendo said, his face still adorned with a smile.

"I merely wanted to mention to His Highness that a temple is about to open.

There may be opportunities for you there."

"A temple?" Owen was pondering when Kendo started walking back into the academy gates, his voice drifting from afar: "On this journey, Your Highness must exercise caution in three aspects. Sometimes, strength is not everything; one must learn to leverage the situation."

Owen watched Kendo’s retreating figure, a smile tugging at his lips: "Don’t worry, I’ll be back. I haven’t finished reading all the books in the library yet. I want to see if the legends of the academy are true."

There’s a legend among the archmages that reading the academy’s million volumes of books could lead to ascension.

Kendo didn’t respond, merely shaking his head slightly.

Owen turned around to see Berkeley standing still and prodded him: "What exactly is your relationship with Kendo?"

Berkeley sighed, "Those are old stories."

"Is Kendo an arraymancer?" Owen suddenly realized, "Is he a level 6 arraymancer?"

There are fewer than ten level 6 arraymancers across the entire continent, highlighting the rarity of such a level, even someone as invaluable as Berkeley.

"Level 6?" Longing appeared in Berkeley’s eyes, "Far beyond that."

Owen’s pupils narrowed.

Kendo was more than a level 6 arraymancer? No wonder he commanded such respect, not just for his position but for his strength as well.

Above level 6 arraymancer is level 7.

Could Kendo employ sage-tier magic arrays?

Berkeley then walked away, a look of resignation on his face.

"Are you not coming with me?" Owen called out.

"Of course, I am," Berkeley turned around, "I’m going to rent a flying spellbeast. With the war about to start again, the rental prices will surely skyrocket."

Owen pursed his lips, feeling somewhat moved.

Yet, Berkeley was shrouded in mysteries.

What exactly had happened to him?

With a teacher of Kendo’s caliber, how could Berkeley still find himself being pursued?

Kendo’s demeanor towards Berkeley was evidently warm, indicating a positive relationship between them.

Berkeley surely had many secrets.

What did Kendo mean by his words?

The term "fate" alone carried a profound weight, suggesting it was not a harbinger of good news.

Berkeley quickly rented a flying spellbeast.

The two dragons and two men hurried towards the dragons’ stronghold—Dragon Echo Valley.

In the room, Isaac spread out a parchment, a map of the area surrounding Dragon Echo Valley.

"My lord, this is a summary of the information I’ve collected over the past few days. Please, have a look," Isaac said attentively, securing the parchment to fully reveal the map to Owen.

Owen, examining the map of Dragon Echo Valley and its surroundings, felt overwhelmed.

"Go on," he urged.

"My lord, Dragon Echo Valley is surrounded by mountains on all sides, with only an opening to the east. Such terrain is easy to defend but difficult to attack. Hence, the battlefront will undoubtedly be extended," Isaac pointed to a spot on the map marked with a red line.

"Here is Loveflow City, a hundred miles south of Dragon Echo Valley. It borders the angel race’s territory, and massive warfare will surely erupt here."

"And here is Dryridge City to the west of Dragon Echo Valley. The angel race will also set up a battlefield here, and so on..."

Owen was not cut out for military strategy; his entire being was focused on power.

Faced with such complex warfare, he simply could not grasp it.

"Make the arrangements. Once we return to our clan, I will have the elders assign you a position to lead troops in battle. But you are well aware of the nature of these tribes—survival of the fittest, a profound admiration for strength. To manage them effectively, prepare yourself mentally," Owen managed to say after barely listening, quickly reaching a conclusion.

Isaac nodded firmly, flames burning in his eyes.

Finally, the opportunity he had been waiting for had arrived.

To make a name for himself, even at the cost of his life, he could unhesitatingly say, "At least my life has blazed brightly."

Flying spellbeasts, after all, are not arcanergy artifacts; they require rest.

After two days of continuous flight, the spellbeast finally could take no more and landed on a mountain top to rest.

Owen had no objections.

Erin quickly set up a tent, preparing the campsite.

Berkeley and Isaac went hunting for food.

Before long, a complex fragrance wafted through the air.

This aroma was indescribably complex, sweet as ripe fruits, like osmanthus in August, and reminiscent of the forest after rain...

The scent was so intricate that Owen felt his olfactory system was being overwhelmed.

Only one thing was certain.

The arcanergy within his body became turbulent, like a hungry cub yearning for something, awakening a deep-seated craving buried within him.

A desire from the depths of his soul surged forth.

Erin, initially holding clothes, also stood frozen in place, feeling something profound.

Owen suddenly stood up, looking up at the sky, "This imagery—Celestial Inferno?"

With a plop, a drop of jelly-like, insanely fragrant, viscous liquid landed on Owen’s face.

Stretching out a finger, he wiped it off and tasted it; as expected, the arcanergy within his body began to boil furiously, each cell crying out for "more, more."

The longing for this substance seemed to ignite at the core of his soul.

"It really is Celestial Inferno!" Owen’s mood was relatively calm, but his face was unmistakably thrilled.

Erin stood frozen, "What is Celestial Inferno?"

As she spoke, the sky began to drizzle a viscous, thread-pulling liquid similar to candied syrup.

Owen didn’t answer Erin’s question; instead, he loudly called out, "Quick, get containers to catch it. Celestial Inferno, it hasn’t appeared for five hundred years."