School Transmigration: I, Chosen as the Saint by Dragons at the Start-Chapter 90 --The Sixteen-Eyed Beast

Finn’s face darkened with anger as he shouted: "Damn it, he’s got ghosts inside him!"

They were among the few who could still speak in such a desperate situation.

The erupting ghost tide had initially terrified them, and only now had they regained their senses, angrily rebuking the master of the sea race.

Owen reacted even quicker, delivering a kick to the waist of the master, who was writhing on the ground.

The master was instantly sent flying, and about a dozen ghosts crawled out of his body, their eyes flashing red with fury at Owen and his group.

Owen waved his hand, his fingertips crackling with thunder.

Advanced thunder-based magic: Fingertip Lightning.

The ghosts were struck by lightning in an instant, emitting black smoke before dissipating.

Owen had many methods to deal with such evil spirits.

Dragons excelled at fire-based magic, particularly effective against malevolent entities.

He also studied thunder-based magic, feared by evil spirits.

Furthermore, he possessed golden holy light, which repelled evil spirits.

After eliminating the ghosts, Owen spoke sternly: "If any of you try to break through again, you’ll meet the same fate as him."

The sea race members, holding their breath, gradually suppressed their restlessness.

Quincy, seeing his opportunity, waved his hand and a beast-headed scepter appeared.

He thrust the scepter into the ground and inserted something into the mouth of the beast head.

A golden light enveloped the sea race members.

A ward!

"You can breathe now," Quincy said, his eyes twinkling as he looked at Owen.

The sea race members, feeling like they had been granted a reprieve, bent over, breathing frantically like winded machines, relieved to finally draw breath again.

Stanbeck, pointing at Owen, angrily accused: "Why don’t you extend your holy light to let us in? We are all in this together now. Why do you keep us excluded?"

Owen remained silent, his gaze icy.

Quincy’s maneuver was cunning and manipulative, aimed at sowing discord.

He deliberately didn’t deploy the ward initially, intending to turn the sea race against Owen.

Now, his objective had been achieved.

Finn, true to his status as a prince, quickly diverted the blame, not wanting Owen to be the focus of ire: "Hmph, what right do you have to berate Mr. Owen? Shouldn’t you be questioning Quincy, your kin, for not extending the ward earlier while watching his own people die?"

Stanbeck was momentarily speechless, turning to look at Quincy.

The confidence of the sea race members faded instantly.

Finn had a point.

Quincy, unflustered, responded calmly: "My Ephemeral Gold Ward has a very short duration. It must be activated at critical moments. It’s meant for dire emergencies. Can any of you predict how long the ghost eruption will last?"

Finn, with his arms crossed, retorted harshly:

"Nice excuse. If you had opened the ward sooner, those masters wouldn’t have had to die."

Stanbeck, pursing his lips, added gravely: "Preserving the lives of the majority is what matters most. Let’s deal with the situation at hand first."

Quincy glanced at Owen: "Let’s continue waiting. We can only proceed when there are no more ghosts emerging."

Still shaken, the group finally had the opportunity to carefully observe the ghosts roaming the skies.

Berkeley, who had been silently observing until now, finally spoke: "Huh, earlier it was mostly animal and plant ghosts, but now the emerging ghosts are predominantly human-shaped, and there are many wearing armor and riding warhorses."

These ghosts galloped fiercely, howling in anger as if they were still soldiers battling on a war front.

"According to historical records, General Hope constantly led his troops to battle to stop the emergence of abyssal creatures, which resulted in a high number of soldier casualties. Their resentment must have been immense," Finn speculated.

Then he suddenly pointed towards the well, "Look at this."

The ghosts emerging from the well had evolved from bizarre shapes to predominantly human souls and now to exceptionally large entities.

Although ghosts have no physical weight, the one Owen saw seemed like a combination of seven or eight ghosts.

It not only had multiple arms and legs but also pairs of eyes on its chest and shoulders.

Standing next to an ordinary ghost, it appeared as imposing as a person standing before an ancient banyan tree – there was simply no comparison.

The sense of oppression this giant ghost gave to the group was palpable.

Quincy seemed to breathe a sigh of relief: "As expected."

"What do you mean?" Owen frowned, annoyed by Quincy’s habit of speaking in half-truths.

"Below the well, ghosts have accumulated over the years. Inevitably, some ghosts consume others and grow larger, like cultivating witchcraft venom."

"Now it seems that the eruption of ghosts is progressing from weaker to stronger. It looks like our tough times are coming to an end."

Quincy pointed towards the well, analyzing the situation seriously.

Owen nodded slightly.

Quincy was cunning and intelligent, and his assessment seemed accurate.

The sixteen-eyed creature crawled out of the well, initially set to follow the main ghost troop upwards.

However, as soon as Quincy finished speaking, it suddenly turned its head and fixed its gaze on Quincy.

Its sixteen eyes blinked in unison, creating a bizarre and unsettling scene.

The creature moved towards Quincy, as if intending to enter the ward.

Everyone, who had just begun to breathe again, found the air around them seemingly congealed by the creature’s presence.

They stopped breathing once more, their eyes fixed on the sixteen-eyed monstrosity.

Stanbeck stood frozen: "It can see us."

Quincy shushed him, cutting off his words.

Since Owen’s group and Quincy’s group were separated, Finn, seeing Quincy’s group being targeted by the sixteen-eyed creature, couldn’t help but taunt: "Indeed, it takes a monster to subdue the wicked."

Suddenly, the sixteen-eyed creature slowly turned its body to look at Owen.

Owen pursed his lips, glaring hard at Finn.

Finn looked sheepish, while Stanbeck, relieved, wore a malicious smile on his face.

The creature sniffed in Owen’s direction, then clumsily crawled out of the well. Its movements were comical and uncoordinated, reminiscent of a newborn baby.

Owen understood that it was getting accustomed to its body.

Owen’s golden holy light differed from Quincy’s ward.

Quincy’s ward concealed everyone within it.

Although it couldn’t completely block out their presence, the ghosts, unable to see the people, naturally wouldn’t approach to investigate.

Owen’s golden holy light, on the other hand, had a restraining effect on ghosts.

The ghosts were like snakes, and Owen’s golden holy light was akin to an eagle circling overhead.

Knowing the eagle was hovering, the snakes naturally dared not make more movements, hoping only that the eagle would soon leave their patch of sky.

Additionally, ghosts generally have weak mind power, making it difficult for them to accurately assess strength.

Thus, driven by an innate fear of the Gold Divine Dragon deep in their souls, they dared not approach Owen’s holy light.

In other words, ghosts could see Owen and his group, but due to the deep-seated fear in their souls of the holy light surrounding Owen, no ghost dared to provoke them.

However, there were so many ghosts that it was possible some with special abilities or extraordinary strength could sense Owen’s true power.

The sixteen-eyed creature seemed to be one such special entity.

Owen’s facial muscles twitched, and his eyes seemed to be gathering a storm.

Ghosts could be likened to simple single-celled organisms.

Their emotions were straightforward: if they sensed they could overpower their opponent, they would swarm and attack en masse.

If they felt overpowered, they would keep their distance.

This was an instinctive response from the depths of their souls, as accurate as someone predicting you’ll drink water tomorrow.

Thus, when the sixteen-eyed creature fixed its gaze on Owen, there was only one possibility.

It believed it had the strength to kill Owen.

Having figured things out, Owen’s eyes erupted with fury as he growled menacingly: "Get into Quincy’s ward, he’s about to make a move."

Erin, Finn, and the others didn’t react in time.

Owen kicked each of them into Quincy’s ward.

Then, arcanergy surged through Owen’s body, enveloping him in flames, with blue electric arcs frantically sparking over his skin.

The sixteen-eyed creature seemed to sense his fear.

It reached out with its large, hairy hand, attempting to grasp Owen.

Owen swiftly dodged the creature’s hand and slickly evaded another grab from its other massive hand.

His speed was astounding; in a single breath, he had entered Quincy’s ward.

Stanbeck was shocked: "He’s too fast."

Before he could finish, Quincy roared with a fierce expression: "Dammit, Owen, are you trying to get us killed?"

The sea race members finally realized the gravity of the situation.

The sixteen-eyed creature’s hand had already touched the ward. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Two flagpoles, typically used by soldiers, fell into its hands.

Passing one to Stanbeck, it bellowed: "Wave it, wave the white flag with all your might, or we’re dead."

Startled, Stanbeck quickly began waving the white flag.

The creature’s attention was instantly drawn to the flag, its eyes following it intently, its head even tilting slightly, watching with unusual focus.

Owen, squinting, felt no burden for the predicament of the sea race members.

"This thing is interesting. I can feel my soul being soothed by the white flag, like it has a soul-calming effect. What’s Quincy’s background, to be so well-prepared?"

Erin, Finn, and the others, mesmerized, started to step out of the ward.

Owen pressed down on their shoulders, covering their eyes.

"Don’t look, the white flag has a soul-capturing effect."

The violence and suspicion in the sixteen-eyed creature’s eyes gradually gave way to bewilderment.