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

An invisible tension instantly filled the air. Although Tian's words didn't reveal many details, his resolute tone made everyone realize that things were far more complicated than they had imagined.

Caesar leaned back in his chair, a slight smile still playing on his lips. "This is quite interesting. You're more pessimistic than any of us."

Tian did not respond to Caesar's teasing; his gaze remained fixed on the books, as if he had seen through everything.

At night, the campus of Kassel College was exceptionally quiet under the moonlight.

Tian stood alone on the forest path behind the academy, gazing up at the sky. His thoughts gradually drifted back to the past—the scenes from those dragon laboratories, those painful and lonely memories that still clung to him.

“The power of the dragons has not disappeared,” he murmured to himself, as if speaking to himself. “And I, in the end, do not belong to this place.”

The moonlight, like water, spilled over the legendary forest surrounding Kassel College—the core area of ​​the Dawnfire. An invisible power seemed to permeate the entire forest, like the lingering aura of a dragon, swirling and refusing to dissipate in the air.

Tian, ​​Chu Zihang, Caesar, and Lu Mingfei stood before an ancient stone tablet covered with dragon runes. These runes were supposed to completely seal the power of the dragons, but at this moment, they appeared exceptionally dim, as if they could be broken at the slightest touch.

"This seal is on the verge of collapse." Chu Zihang frowned as he looked at the runes on the stone tablet that were flashing with a faint light, his voice tinged with a sense of solemnity.

“We must repair it as soon as possible.” Caesar’s eyes were serious, and although his signature smile remained on his face, he knew very well that if no action was taken immediately, the power of the dragons would be completely out of control.

Lu Mingfei stood to the side, his legs trembling slightly. He could feel the oppressive atmosphere in the air; the intense dragon aura was like a torrent in the darkness, ready to devour them at any moment.

“I have a bad feeling…” He swallowed hard and looked around nervously. “This dragon power… is not just a simple remnant.”

Tian stood silently before the stone tablet, his eyes fixed on the runes. His breathing was steady, his expression calm, as if he had already seen through everything in this forest. He knew that the power of the dragons was awakening, and the seal on this stone tablet was the final barrier.

However, just as they were preparing to act, a huge tremor suddenly came from the depths of the earth, and the entire forest seemed to be shaken by an invisible force.

The runes on the stone tablet suddenly emitted a blinding light, which quickly dimmed. The dragon aura in the air became stronger and stronger, as if a sleeping behemoth had been completely awakened.

"It moved!" Chu Zihang shouted, quickly drawing his knife. His eyes were sharp as an eagle's, ready to deal with any sudden change.

Caesar smiled slightly, gently raised the gun in his hand, and pointed the muzzle forward. His movement seemed relaxed, but it was full of murderous intent.

Lu Mingfei gripped his weapon frantically, his heart pounding. "Damn it, this is really bad!"

Just then, the ground around the stone tablet suddenly cracked open, and a huge dark red light burst out from the crack and shot into the sky.

As the light rose, the sky turned pitch black, and the dawn's fire, no longer a warm orange-red glow, transformed into a burning dark red flame. The surrounding trees seemed to be set ablaze, emitting low, mournful sounds, and the entire forest descended into chaos.

"The power of the dragons has awakened!" Tian said coldly, his golden eyes suddenly lighting up like lightning piercing the darkness. He moved as lightly as the wind, quickly taking his place at the front of the group, his twin pistols, "Wings of Death," already in his hands.

"Word of Power: The Butterfly of Instant Death".

As the sky whispered calmly, countless purplish-blue ghostly butterflies suddenly appeared in the air. These butterflies appeared silently all around, as if born from the void, fluttering lightly, carrying the aura of death.

Lu Mingfei had never seen such a beautiful yet eerie sight. His eyes widened in astonishment at the invisible killing intent emanating from these ghostly butterflies. The butterflies began to slowly approach the cracks around the stone tablet, seemingly searching for the source of the dragon's power.

“These butterflies…” Chu Zihang calmly observed the changes in the Word Spirit. He felt an indescribable power emanating from the butterflies, a power that directly pointed to the core of the dragon clan beneath the stone tablet.

Caesar smiled slightly, aiming his gun at a spot in the darkness. "It seems this game is about to end."

Just then, a dense black aura suddenly surged out of the crack, and that aura condensed into a huge dragon shadow with dark red flames burning in its eyes.

"What is this?" Lu Mingfei took a step back in horror, his voice trembling.

"It's the remnant soul of a dragon!" Chu Zihang quickly assessed the danger before him. He rushed forward, his blade flashing like lightning as he slashed at the dragon shadow.

The dragon's shadow let out a deep roar, and the entire forest seemed to tremble at its sound. Black energy surged like a tide, rushing towards the four of them with the power to destroy everything.

Caesar sneered, and several gunshots pierced the air as bullets struck the core of the dragon shadow with meteor-like precision. But this power was clearly stronger than any of the previous enemies; the bullets hitting the dragon shadow only stirred up a thin layer of black mist, unable to penetrate its defenses in the slightest.

"Damn it, this thing is even more troublesome than I imagined!" Caesar's lips twitched slightly.

Chu Zihang's blade slashed down again, but each attack seemed to cut into endless darkness. The power of the dragon shadow seemed inexhaustible, constantly surging out from the cracks.

"We can't defeat it if we continue like this!" Lu Mingfei shouted, his eyes filled with panic.

Tian stood behind them, his golden eyes flashing with resolute light. His gaze was fixed on the core of the dragon shadow, where the purplish-blue ghostly butterflies were already fluttering around it. They gently landed on the dragon shadow, gradually revealing invisible lines of death.

"Find its weakness," Tian said calmly, raising his two guns abruptly and pulling the trigger instantly.

"Boom! Boom!"

The bullet pierced the darkness like a beam of light, striking the core of the dragon shadow. With its impact, the ghostly butterfly's death line was swiftly severed, and the dragon shadow let out a painful roar, its massive body beginning to tremble.

"Now!" A cold glint flashed in Chu Zihang's eyes. He rushed forward instantly, his blade drawing a cold arc in the air, slashing straight at Long Ying's chest.

Caesar was not to be outdone. He quickly locked onto the dragon's weakness and pulled the trigger again. The bullet struck the intersection of the lines of death with perfect accuracy.

Although flustered, Lu Mingfei rushed forward and gripped his weapon tightly, desperately attacking Long Ying's weak points. Although he was not as strong as the others, he knew that he had to go all out this time.

As the death line severed by the ghost butterfly gradually dissipated, the power of the dragon shadow gradually crumbled, and the black mist in the air also began to dissipate.

"We're almost there!" Lu Mingfei shouted, his heart filled with hope.

However, the dragon shadow was not willing to surrender. It let out a deafening roar, which seemed to shake the entire forest. The surrounding trees fell down in an instant.

"Danger!" Chu Zihang's voice rang out like an alarm bell, but it was too late. The shockwave from the final strike of the Dragon Shadow rushed toward them.

"Word of Power: Butterfly of Instant Death—Full Power Activation!" Tian's voice was deep yet incredibly resolute. The light in his golden eyes instantly blazed, and purplish-blue ghostly butterflies danced wildly in the air, like a magnificent storm. In an instant, the lines of death covered the entire battlefield, completely enveloping the dragon's body, severing and shattering all its power.

With a deafening roar, the dragon's shadow shattered in mid-air, turning into countless black fragments that dissipated into the air.

The air returned to tranquility, the morning fires in the forest gradually faded, and the sky regained its original clarity.

The four stood amidst the ruins, silently witnessing everything. The remnant soul of the dragon had already...

They were utterly defeated, but deep down they all knew that this was only the end of a battle, and the real threat was far from over.