School Transmigration: I, Chosen as the Saint by Dragons at the Start-Chapter 111 --Quincy’s Demise, The Goddess of Loka Awakens

Chapter 111: Chapter111-Quincy’s Demise, The Goddess of Loka Awakens

Feeling Stanbeck’s death, Quincy was momentarily dazed.

Already enduring agonizingly slow seconds, Stanbeck’s demise layered his suffering with a bout of terror.

Owen, catching the flicker of distraction in his opponent, seized the moment.

His eyes flashed red with resolve.

Making a decisive move, Owen surged his arcanergy, abandoning the pillar of solar fire and plunging straight into the tidal waves.

Covered in a golden radiance, the oppressive force of the surrounding realm suddenly seemed to have no effect on him.

"This is the moment," he thought.

Spinning his body like a whirling blade, he forcefully pierced through the waves.

Quincy’s eyes widened in disbelief.

He hadn’t expected Owen to be so resolute, daring to confront him with the full force of the Tide.

Quincy hastily withdrew his arcanergy, erecting an arcanergy shield around him.

But it was too late.

Owen emerged from the raging sea, his dragon form surprisingly swift despite its massive size, making him one of the fastest among all races.

By the time Quincy realized Owen’s intent to strike, Owen was already before him.

The arcanergy shield in front of Quincy shattered like glass under Owen’s razor-sharp claws, which then pierced directly into Quincy’s chest. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

A look of finality froze in Quincy’s eyes as the pallor of death crept over his face.

Blue blood oozed from his mouth, reflecting images of his grandfather, father, and brothers in its fading light - a lineage that once held the future of the sea serpent race, a future that Quincy had failed to secure.

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The territory of the sea serpent race lies within a towering peak reaching ten thousand meters high, known as Serpent Melody Peak.

Named for its resemblance to a sky-piercing giant serpent, it was chosen by the ancestors of the sea serpent race as their stronghold due to its unique shape.

Quincy’s father, Felix, devoted his life to the future of the sea serpent race.

When he realized Quincy’s extraordinary talent and potential to become a grandmaster, he was ecstatic.

At merely three years old, Quincy was chosen as the next leader of the sea serpent race, a decision Felix made despite considerable opposition.

Quincy’s early years were tumultuous.

During that time, the Laine Kingdom sought to expand its maritime routes, aiming to pass through Gosa Waters in collaboration with various sea races.

However, the sea races, rulers of the seas, were not willing to let their territory be used without compensation, leading to a confrontation.

Seven hundred years ago, a fearsome war broke out in Gosa Waters.

The Laine Kingdom allied with surrounding races and enticed weaker sea races to join them.

This war, now known as the Great Gosa Waters War, was devastating.

Three grandmasters perished, and countless masters fell in battle.

The once azure Gosa Waters turned red for three months, islands were shattered, and the seabed trembled.

Faced with no alternative, the sea races signed a treaty with the Laine Kingdom.

The kingdom gained free passage through Gosa Waters, but the sea races were also granted freedom to trade with humans.

This treaty, lasting three years, finally ended the Great Gosa Waters War.

The Laine Kingdom profited immensely, and the surrounding races also benefited from this opportunity.

The only ones who suffered were the sea races.

Felix was gravely injured in the war and knew his days were numbered.

Aware of his limited time, he poured all his energy and focus into preparing Quincy for the future.

Quincy’s childhood was marked by hardship.

While other sea race children frolicked in the waters and even sneaked ashore to explore the world of the human race, he was confined to Serpent Melody Peak for relentless training.

At the onset of the war, Quincy was only twelve.

His peers, protected by their parents, were shielded from the bloodshed; some were even sent away to the safer eastern seas.

Quincy, however, stood by Felix’s side, witnessing his uncles and aunts being obliterated by human attacks, and his sea race kin slashed open, their intestines and hearts spilling out.

"You need to familiarize yourself with the smell of blood now, so you won’t fear it later," Felix had told him.

Quincy cried continuously amidst the overwhelming stench of blood and the acrid smoke of battle, gripped by terror.

Felix spoke coldly again, "You can cry now, but don’t cry in the future."

These words, spoken by Felix, remained etched in Quincy’s memory.

After the war, Felix’s training of Quincy became even more stringent.

Of the twenty-four hours in a day, twenty-two were devoted to relentless training.

The remaining two hours were spent learning the history of their race and how to manage the clan.

Having witnessed the brutality and harshness of war, Quincy devoted himself wholeheartedly to his training.

When Felix lay dying, Quincy held his hand, receiving his first smile from his father: "Don’t blame your father. The future of the sea serpent race needs someone to shoulder it."

With those words, Felix passed away.

Quincy neither responded nor cried, for his tears had already run dry during the horrors of the war.

From that point onward, the leadership of the sea serpent race was fully entrusted to Quincy.

At just twenty-two years old, he had already stepped into the master-tier.

It was time for him to see the world and learn advanced methods of clan management.

Thus, he embarked on a thirty-year journey of learning and exploration on land.

During this period, Quincy’s reputation as the "Sea Serpent Melodic" began to grow.

His brilliance was unmatched, and rumors even circulated that under Quincy’s leadership, the sea serpent race was poised to leap into the ranks of the advanced races.

By the time he returned to his people, he was a grandmaster-tier at just fifty-five years of age.

Under Quincy’s guidance, the sea serpent race thrived and grew stronger day by day.

However, their prosperity did not go unnoticed.

Seven intermediate sea races formed an alliance, coveting the territory of the sea serpents.

In a monumental battle, Quincy single-handedly fought against two grandmasters, leading the sea serpent race out of a dire situation.

From then on, the sea serpent race became the strongest intermediate race, second only to the merfolk and neptune races.

However, Quincy faced his own challenges.

He felt that his chances of breaking through to the sage-tier were slim.

His ambition to rejuvenate the sea serpent race was both the driving force behind his rapid growth and the shackles that hindered his further progress.

The more he rushed, the slimmer his chances of a breakthrough seemed to become.

At this juncture, Saintess Bessie descended upon them, bringing unexpected fortune to the sea serpent race.

Quincy’s reaction mirrored Felix’s when he first saw Quincy’s potential: ecstatic and overjoyed.

From then on, Bessie began her tutelage under Quincy.

Yet, Quincy felt a sense of despair; despite Bessie’s extraordinary talent, the sea serpent race lacked the profound heritage to fully nurture it.

It was then that Quincy had an epiphany.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t break through to the sage-tier; it seemed as if an invisible, manipulative force behind the scenes was preventing many talented beings from achieving this breakthrough.

Thus, Quincy decided to gamble the fate of the sea serpent race to secure a future for Saintess Bessie, aiming directly at the Heart of the Ocean.

Aged and weary, Quincy resorted to a forbidden technique that reversed time, returning him to his prime hundreds of years ago.

The sole side effect was that he would forever remain in that period, erasing his presence from the sea of time.

This meant that using this forbidden technique would not only lead to his death but also erase all memories of him from existence.

The world would forget him, including those closest to him.

Quincy was resolute, undeterred by the terrifying consequences.

For the future of the sea serpent race, he was willing to make this ultimate sacrifice.

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Scene after scene flashed before his eyes, like a movie playing out.

Quincy reached out his hand, as if trying to grasp Owen.

But Owen didn’t move, knowing Quincy wasn’t reaching for him.

A single, crystal-clear tear trickled from the corner of Quincy’s eye.

His hand grasped at nothing.

His gamble on the fate of his entire race had been lost.

"Dad, I don’t blame you," Quincy said, mustering the last of his strength, as if responding to Felix’s unspoken question in his final moments.

As he spoke, Quincy’s head drooped, and his feet began to disintegrate in a peculiar way, not into blood and flesh, but into shimmering fragments, as if he were a digital being being erased.

Owen, unable to process his shock, withdrew his claw, sprinkling Quincy’s blood onto the statue of the Goddess of Loka.

He hadn’t forgotten his purpose in slaying Quincy.

"Stop," thundered the voice of the black protodragon from the sky, but it was too late.

The fresh, hot blood showered over the statue of the Goddess of Loka.

Owen frowned, "Has the black protodragon won? What does ’stop’ mean?"

The density of blood at the master-tier is incredibly high.

For example, a single drop of Owen’s blood could fill an entire basin, and just a drop is enough to fill a whole pool.

Thus, although it was just a stream of blood, the statue of the Goddess of Loka was instantly covered in blue blood, transforming the once pure white statue into a shade of blue.

The black protodragon descended slowly, its eyes fixed on the statue of the Goddess of Loka, its gaze twitching with uncertainty.

"What exactly are you trying to do?" it questioned.

Owen explained straightforwardly, "I discovered that the Goddess of Loka has the ability to dilute blood. I thought that pouring fresh blood over her might elicit some reaction."

The black protodragon stared intensely at Owen, its expression complex.

"Do you realize what you’ve done?" it asked.

Before Owen could respond, the black protodragon roared, "Quickly summon your clan leader and elders; we’re running out of time."

Owen’s pupils constricted sharply.

The blood covering the Goddess of Loka’s statue was being absorbed into its form.