Transmigrating into a dragon clan experimental subject, is that even possible?

Please, brothers, throw your brains away! You can't watch this if you're using your brain, and you might even be unable to watch it without it! Sigh!

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Night fell, and thunder rumbled from afar, as if the end of the world was slowly approaching.

The abandoned church stood in the middle of the wilderness, the wind whistling through the broken stained glass windows, creating a low, mournful sound. Lu Mingfei stood outside the church, gazing up at this once magnificent building, a strange sense of oppression rising within him. His hand gripped the black earpiece issued by Kassel College tightly, ready to activate emergency communications at any moment. Chu Zihang's words still echoed in his ears: "Be careful, the target is unknown, do not act rashly."

He took a deep breath and pushed open the rusty wooden door. The church was dark and quiet, with only a few rays of moonlight shining through the broken windows onto the ground, outlining scattered light and shadow.

Just then, his gaze was drawn to a figure ahead. It was a white-haired youth, dressed in a black trench coat, standing before a broken cross, seemingly unconcerned about Lu Mingfei's arrival. The "Wings of Death" beside him emitted a chilling light, as if ready to claim life at any moment.

Lu Mingfei stopped a few meters away from the man, his heart pounding, a forced smile on his lips. "Uh, sorry to bother you... You're the sky, right?"

The white-haired youth slowly turned his head, his silver eyes gleaming coldly in the darkness. His expression was calm, even somewhat indifferent. "Who are you?"

“I…” Lu Mingfei paused slightly, subconsciously touching the cross pendant around his neck. “I’m a student at Kassel College, uh… I’m here to investigate some things about the dragon race.”

Tian didn't answer, but silently watched him without the slightest fluctuation in his gaze. He turned away, as if Lu Mingfei's existence was nothing more than an insignificant whisper in the wind.

"Leave," Tian said in a low voice. "This is not a place for you."

Lu Mingfei frowned, realizing that things were far more complicated than they seemed. Just as he was about to say something more, the entire church suddenly began to shake, and an extremely oppressive atmosphere filled the air. Lu Mingfei immediately felt that familiar power—the Dragon's Might.

A massive black shadow swept across the sky, and the dragon's roar echoed like thunder through the night. Lu Mingfei tensed instantly, a sense of foreboding creeping into his heart.

"The dragon... has arrived."

Tian's eyes narrowed slightly, and his fingers, gripping the "Wings of Death," trembled gently, as if a sleeping beast had been awakened. The cold moonlight fell on his white hair, and he looked up at the sky, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips.

"Looks like tonight's going to be interesting," he said casually.

The dragon's roar echoed in the night sky for a long time, as if the whole world was trembling.

Lu Mingfei felt that familiar oppressive aura, a fear that penetrated to the bone, as if no matter how hard he tried, he could not escape the dragon's control. He took a deep breath, gripped his black earpiece, and prepared to call for backup at any moment. But deep down, he knew it was too late.

In the sky, the shadow grew clearer and clearer—it was a colossal dragon, its wings outstretched, blotting out the sun, its silver scales shimmering in the moonlight. It seemed to be the ruler of the night, looking down at the two people beneath its feet, its eyes burning with a cold, cruel flame.

"Are you ready?" Tian suddenly said in a low voice, his tone chillingly calm. He didn't turn around, but merely turned slightly to glance at Lu Mingfei behind him.

Lu Mingfei's throat was dry. He forced down his nervousness and nodded. "Maybe... I'm not fully ready yet, but there's nothing I can do about it."

"Very good." Tian chuckled lightly, and with a single step, he vanished from Lu Mingfei's sight in an instant. His speed was like a phantom, as if even the air itself made way for him. His silver hair flashed in the darkness, like a messenger of death.

The dragon let out a deafening roar, then swooped down, its massive claws slamming into the ground, attempting to tear everything to shreds. At that very instant, a gunshot rang out from the sky.

"Oh!"

The "Wings of Death" streaked through the air with a chilling light, the bullet aimed straight for the dragon's forehead, carrying a penetrating force capable of tearing through steel. But the dragon's scales were as hard as rock; the bullet struck its forehead, only creating a spark, failing to harm it in the slightest.

Lu Mingfei's eyes widened, his hands trembling. He had witnessed the power of dragons before, but feeling their might so closely still filled him with involuntary fear. Was there truly anyone in this world capable of defeating such a monster?

Tian remained unmoved. He stood calmly directly beneath the dragon, his twin pistols firing at an astonishing rate, the rain of bullets like the howling of death, relentlessly bombarding the dragon's weak points.

"This is... the power of the Wings of Death?" Lu Mingfei stared blankly at the sky. He had never seen anyone so freely contend with a dragon; that chilling killing intent and precise combat instinct seemed to be born to slay dragons.

"What are you still standing there for?" Tian's voice came from the battle. He turned slightly to the side, his gaze still fixed on the giant dragon in the sky. "If you don't want to die, you'd better do something useful now."

Lu Mingfei snapped back to reality and immediately drew his sword from its sheath at his waist. Although he wasn't skilled in combat, he at least understood that he couldn't back down like this. He gritted his teeth, the blade gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

A hint of disdain flashed in the dragon's eyes. It suddenly spread its enormous wings, creating a terrifying gust of wind that nearly tore the church ruins to pieces. It roared, and its massive tail, like a sharp sword, swept across the ground and soared into the sky.

Lu Mingfei was startled and was about to warn him when he saw Tian nimbly dodge to the side, his movements as light as if he were dancing. The dragon's tail struck the spot where he had just stood, sending rocks flying and carving a deep crack in the ground.

"You are indeed very strong." Tian stood aside, his gaze unwavering, instead showing a cold appreciation. "But it's not enough."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his twin pistols again, and "Wings of Death" emitted a chilling gunshot. The bullets, carrying a coldness, were like sharp arrows, accurately aiming at the dragon's eyes.

The dragon roared deafeningly, flapping its wings violently as it soared into the air, dodging the deadly attack. But even in mid-air, its movements remained clumsy; a bullet pierced one of its scales, and dragon blood splattered.

"Success!" Lu Mingfei's heart skipped a beat, and a hint of surprise appeared on his face. But in an instant, he realized that this dragon was far from being so easy to defeat.

Sure enough, the dragon's anger reached its peak. A dangerous red light flashed in its eyes, and its entire body suddenly emitted a scorching heat, as if it were ready to unleash a deadly attack at any moment.

"Damn it, Mingfei, back off!" Tian's voice suddenly rose, carrying an unprecedented urgency.

The red light in the dragon's eyes grew even more intense. It hovered in the air, its rage seemingly about to transform into a world-destroying blaze.

Hearing Tian's shout, Lu Mingfei's heart pounded, and he abruptly retreated. Almost the instant he jumped away, the dragon's chest trembled violently, followed by a burst of scorching flames erupting from its throat. The flames, like a surging torrent, transformed the area in front of the church into a living hell.

"boom--!"

The ground was instantly engulfed in flames, ancient stone bricks shattered into countless fragments, and a wave of scorching heat rushed towards him, almost knocking Lu Mingfei over. The air was filled with the smell of sulfur and ash, and wherever the flames passed, even the air itself was distorted into terrifying shapes.

Lu Mingfei gasped, cursing inwardly, "This dragon is a monster from hell! How am I supposed to fight it?"

He desperately suppressed his panic, his eyes darting around, searching for Tian's figure. Where was he? Could he have been swept away by the flames too?

Just then, several ear-piercing gunshots rang out from the edge of the flames—"Bang! Bang!" Accompanied by flashes of fire, Tian's figure reappeared. His movements were still as swift as a ghost, and each time the dragon's flames approached, he was able to dodge them precisely, the muzzle flashes from his gun intertwining with the dragon's blazing fire in the air.

"You worthless dragon, that's all you are." Tian said coldly, his two guns already stained with dust and blood, but his movements showed no sign of panic.

The dragon's roar grew even more ferocious. It flapped its wings violently, creating a powerful gust of wind that whipped up a cloud of dust that blotted out the sky. Its wings, sharp as blades, swept across the heavens with a whooshing sound.