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

"Is it really over this time?" Lu Mingfei's voice trembled slightly, and his eyes revealed uncertainty. His legs were weak, and he almost couldn't stand up. His incantation was exhausted, but the ominous premonition still lingered.

“A temporary victory.” Tian’s voice remained calm, his gaze coldly fixed on the dragon’s remains. Although they had successfully destroyed the rune core, he knew this was only part of the dragon’s resurgence plan.

An uneasy atmosphere still lingered in the air, as if something yet to awaken was waiting for its chance in the distance. The earth trembled slightly, and occasional muffled rumbling sounds echoed, as if responding to the aftershocks of the battle.

"The power of the dragons will not cease easily." Chu Zihang's voice was low and cold, the blade still gleaming with the faint light of lightning. He knew this was merely the prelude to an even greater crisis. Each battle to defeat the dragons would draw them deeper into this endless war, and the true enemy had yet to appear.

Caesar stood to the side, gently wiping the dust off his twin pistols, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Victory is still victory, even if it's temporary, we must enjoy this moment." His tone still carried that flippant confidence, but the shadow that flashed in his eyes betrayed that his inner self was not as relaxed as it appeared.

The wind blew up again, and the valley was silent. Apart from their breathing and the occasional low rumble in the distance, everything seemed to be frozen in time at this moment.

"We need to leave here and get back to the academy as soon as possible," Tian said coldly, the light in his golden eyes still sharp. He could sense that the battlefield had not truly subsided, and the power of the dragon race was still surging in the shadows, ready to erupt again at any moment.

Chu Zihang nodded and sheathed his sword without hesitation. He gripped the scabbard tightly, his eyes revealing a cold and resolute look. "It's time to go back and report. Although the sealing point here has been destroyed, the threat of the dragon race still exists."

Just as they were preparing to leave, a slight tremor suddenly came from the ground, as if something was gradually approaching from a distance. The atmosphere in the air became tense again, and the dragon aura that had been gradually dissipating seemed to be stirred by some force, becoming even more intense.

"What is it now?" Lu Mingfei turned his head abruptly, a hint of fear in his eyes. His heart raced again, as if some greater crisis was approaching.

Tian's brows furrowed slightly, a cold light flashing in his golden eyes as he quickly analyzed the surrounding situation. The runic energy in the air seemed to begin flowing again, and that oppressive feeling once more enveloped them.

“Not the enemy…” Tian’s tone suddenly turned cold, his gaze fixed on a high ground in the distance, “Someone is coming.”

The four quickly turned around and saw several blurry figures approaching from the high ground in the distance. Their figures were vaguely visible, but the familiar sense of oppression made everyone instantly alert.

"Damn it, could they be followers of the dragon clan?" Lu Mingfei instinctively gripped his weapon tighter, a strong sense of unease rising within him.

Caesar narrowed his eyes and chuckled, "Whoever it is, it seems we'll have to fight again tonight."

Chu Zihang calmly gripped his knife, ready to face any new battle. "No matter who they are, we cannot let our guard down."

However, as the figures gradually became clearer, Tian's expression did not relax; instead, it grew even colder. His gaze was as sharp as an eagle's, fixed on the man leading the group of figures.

“The Hermes family,” Tian said in a low voice, his tone carrying a dangerous chill.

The leader was dressed in a long black robe, his face hidden by a hood, revealing only a pair of eyes that gleamed with a purple light. He slowly raised his head, a cold smile playing on his lips. "Looks like we've arrived just in time."

The night was deep, the wind seemed to have stopped, and the air felt stagnant. The four-person team stood still amidst the ruins, their eyes fixed on the approaching group. They drew closer slowly, as if floating silently in the air, each step bringing a heavy sense of oppression.

"The Hermes family?" Lu Mingfei murmured to himself, his voice filled with disbelief. Although he had heard rumors about the Hermes family, he never expected to see them in person here.

Caesar chuckled, his twin pistols still gripped in his hands. His gaze swept over the men in black robes, a playful smile playing on his lips. "They've finally shown themselves. These guys won't back down easily. Looks like this is going to be interesting."

Chu Zihang's expression remained cold and stern. His hand gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, and the power of lightning danced slightly on the blade. "Be careful, their runic power is not to be underestimated," he said, while vigilantly observing every detail of his opponent.

The black-robed man who led the group stopped a few meters away, his face hidden in shadow, purple runes shimmering in his eyes. The dragon aura in the air intensified with his appearance, as if he were the transmitter of this evil power.

“Elites of Kassel College,” the black-robed man’s voice was deep and cold, carrying an undeniable sense of oppression, “it seems your performance just now was indeed commendable. Defeating the guardian and destroying the sealing point was truly impressive.”

Tian's gaze was like a knife, coldly staring at him, the light in his golden eyes flickering slightly, "Your Hermes family is indeed colluding with the dragons. No wonder the seal points have been going out of control one after another."

The man in black robes chuckled softly, a hint of mockery in his voice. "Collusion? Our relationship with the dragons is far more complex than you imagine." He slightly raised his hand, a pale purple runic energy slowly rotating in his palm, as if showing off his power.

“The resurgence of the dragons is unstoppable,” he continued, his voice filled with a fanatical determination. “No matter how hard you try, you cannot change this. You are merely delaying an inevitable fate.”

Caesar snorted, pointing his twin pistols at the man in black robes, his tone tinged with contempt, "You fools, do you really think the dragons will spare your lives? Once they recover, you'll be nothing more than cannon fodder."

The man's smile remained on his face, but a dangerous chill gleamed in his eyes. "Ignorant children, you simply cannot understand the true relationship between our family and the dragon race. We have been preparing for this moment for hundreds of years, and you are destined to be unable to stop it."

The tension in the air suddenly intensified, and the wind around them seemed to grow even more piercing. The runes in the black-robed man's hand gradually shone brighter, faintly revealing a strong dragon aura, as if he were summoning some even more powerful force.

“You are too arrogant,” Tian said coldly, his golden eyes flashing with a cold light. “The power of the dragon race also has its limits, and you are only courting your own destruction.”

The man didn't answer, but instead waved his hand lightly. Several black-robed warriors behind him stepped forward simultaneously, holding runic weapons, their faces cold and resolute. The energy fluctuations in the air instantly became even more violent, and the aura of the dragons surged towards the four-person team like a tidal wave.

"Prepare for battle!" Chu Zihang shouted in a low voice, the blade trembling slightly in his hand, lightning power instantly gathering. His gaze, sharp as a blade, locked onto the leading man.

Caesar chuckled, cocked his twin pistols, and prepared to fire at any moment. "Finally, this is more like it." He aimed at several black-robed warriors, the flippant smile still playing on his lips.

Lu Mingfei was so nervous that he dared not move. He felt that the power of his words was almost gone, but he still gripped his weapon tightly, trying his best not to collapse under the powerful pressure.

The atmosphere around them seemed to freeze, the standoff between the two sides like a taut bowstring, poised to erupt into a fierce battle at any moment. The wind carried the aura of the dragons, as if foreshadowing an even greater crisis approaching.

"Let them witness the power of the dragon race," the black-robed man said in a low voice, the runes in his hand suddenly blazing brightly, and the energy fluctuations in the air instantly erupted. Several black-robed warriors attacked simultaneously, their runic weapons glowing purple, heading straight for the four-person team.

The battle broke out instantly.

Chu Zihang struck first, his blade flashing across the night sky like lightning, carrying the power of thunder as he slashed straight at the black-robed warrior at the forefront. His speed was like the wind; the moment his blade collided with the runic weapon, sparks flew, and a powerful electric current instantly pierced through the opponent's defenses.

Caesar unleashed a barrage of fire from his dual pistols, bullets raining down on the enemy. He moved swiftly, precisely targeting each black-robed warrior's weakness. Although the enemy's runic defenses were formidable, under his relentless firepower, the defensive line began to crumble.

Tian's gaze was sharp as he rapidly analyzed the battlefield situation, his golden eyes flashing incessantly. His twin pistols were aimed at the leading black-robed man, each bullet precise, attempting to break through the opponent's runic defenses.