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

Chu Zihang did not respond. His gaze grew even colder, and he gripped the Dragon Slayer sword tightly with both hands. The emerald green light suddenly surged, as if it were burning. That power did not belong entirely to him, but it merged with his sword intent, becoming even more ferocious.

"Xia Mi's power..." Chu Zihang murmured softly, then suddenly exerted force with both feet, his figure transforming into a blur as he charged straight towards the center of the rune array. His blade light, like a dazzling bolt of lightning, tore through the air, slashing towards the black-robed man with unstoppable force.

"Foolish." The man in black sneered, and the light of the rune array in his hand suddenly intensified, forming a thick wind barrier in front of him, attempting to neutralize Chu Zihang's attack.

However, the light from the Dragon Cutter did not stop. The moment the emerald green blade touched the wind barrier, an incredible power erupted, tearing apart the seemingly indestructible barrier. The black-robed man's pupils contracted sharply; he clearly hadn't expected Chu Zihang's power to break through the rune array's defenses.

"How is this possible!" the man in black robes exclaimed. He hurriedly waved his hand, trying to rebuild the rune array, but it was too late.

The Dragon Cleaver pierced his chest like lightning, and a bluish-green light exploded within his body, instantly engulfing his will. His body transformed into a wisp of black smoke, and the rune array collapsed and dissipated into the air.

"It's over." Chu Zihang slowly sheathed his sword, the bluish-green light gradually fading. His face was slightly pale, clearly indicating that this attack had taken a heavy toll on him.

Caesar stepped forward, patted Chu Zihang on the shoulder, and smiled, "Not bad, that was absolutely awesome."

Tian sheathed his rune gun, his expression still grave: "This battle is over, but it's definitely not the end of the problem. The power of the rune array is too great; this was just an ordinary member of the Camarilla. There are even greater threats waiting for us."

Lu Mingfei slumped to the ground, panting heavily: "My God, I can't take this kind of fight. Can the next one be a little easier?"

“Simple?” Caesar sneered. “Lu Mingfei, you should pray that the next battle won’t be worse than this.”

Chu Zihang ignored their conversation, his gaze fixed on the spot where the rune array had disappeared, and he said in a low voice, "Why would the Secret Society set up such a trial ground? What are they looking for?"

"There is only one answer." Tian walked to Chu Zihang's side, his tone calm and low. "The ultimate power of the Dragon Clan. They want to completely liberate the Dragon King and completely overturn this world."

“Then we have no way out.” Chu Zihang gripped the Dragon Cutter tightly, his voice firm. “Whether it’s the Secret Society or the Dragon King, we must fight to the very end.”

The sunlight shone again, and the stench of blood in the air gradually dissipated. However, everyone knew that this brief calm was merely the calm before the storm, and the real battle had only just begun.

The four stood at the edge of the ruins, their gazes fixed on the distant highlands shrouded in mist. It was an ancient and magnificent site, surrounded by massive arrays of runes, each rune shimmering with a deep crimson light, like the eyes of a dragon, cold and majestic. In the distant sky, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and the earth seemed to tremble with some impending force.

Chu Zihang sheathed the Dragon Cutter again, his gaze cold and his voice deep: "That is the core of the Secret Society, where the Dragon King's seal is about to completely collapse. They are going to complete the resurrection ritual there."

Caesar glanced at the high ground, a contemptuous smile playing on his lips: "What a ostentatious place. Looks like they don't care about hiding anymore. This time, they're probably going to fight tooth and nail."

With his rune spear slung over his shoulder, Tianjiang spoke with a hint of wariness: "We're the ones fighting desperately. Judging by the scale, the Camarilla has committed all its forces; this is definitely not an ordinary battle."

Lu Mingfei nervously wrung his hands, his gaze hesitant: "Can we...can we really do it? If there are still remnants of the Dragon King's power inside, we might...maybe we won't even be able to get in?"

"Do you think we have any other choice?" Caesar glanced at him sideways and said lazily, "Or should we stay here and wait for the Dragon King to fully recover, and then the world will turn into ruins?"

Lu Mingfei gritted his teeth, lowered his head, and remained silent. He gripped the short knife tightly in his hand; although his heart was still filled with fear, he knew he could not back down.

Chu Zihang turned around, looked at the three of them, and said calmly and firmly, "This is the final battle. If we fail, not only the academy, but the entire world will be destroyed. No matter the cost, we must stop them."

Caesar shrugged, giving a nonchalant smile. "As if we have a choice. Fine, I'll fight you to the bitter end."

Tian nodded, the rune gun in his hand gleaming faintly: "We have no way out. Let's attack together."

Lu Mingfei raised his head, took a deep breath, and tried to make his voice sound more confident: "I...I'll come too. Anyway, there's no use being afraid."

Chu Zihang nodded in satisfaction, then strode towards the high ground. His back was straight and stern, like an immovable barrier in the group.

As the group approached the high ground, the air grew increasingly heavy, carrying an ancient pressure and an aura of destruction. The surrounding environment began to change: dark clouds churned in the sky, cracks spread across the ground, and the light of the rune array grew ever brighter.

“They’ve already begun,” Tian said in a low voice, a hint of unease in his eyes. “The Dragon King’s will is being awakened.”

Caesar gripped the rune sword, his gaze sharpening: "Then we'll nip it in the bud."

Just as they were about to step onto the edge of the high ground, figures of the Camarilla poured out from all directions. They were dressed in black robes, with cold expressions, and held various runic weapons, clearly prepared for a full-scale battle.

"They're here," Chu Zihang said in a low voice, drawing his Dragon Slayer sword, a faint green light flashing across its blade. His gaze was sharp as a blade, fixed on the group of black-robed men opposite him. "Clean them up, charge in."

Caesar and Tian simultaneously raised their weapons, the runic sword and runic spear gleaming as if responding to Chu Zihang's resolute stance. Lu Mingfei stood at the back, nervously gripping his short sword, but he took a deep breath, trying to make his movements appear as if he were holding Chu Zihang back.

"Kill!" Chu Zihang gave the order and his figure rushed towards the Secret Society's crowd like an arrow. The Dragon Slash flashed, the blade as cold as ice, and instantly knocked down two enemies coming towards him.

Caesar followed closely behind, his rune sword flashing with lightning as he slashed down, a bolt of lightning exploding amidst the enemy and knocking back several Camarilla members. Tianze stood at the rear of the group, his rune spear firing precise beams of light to block the enemy's retreat.

Lu Mingfei wielded his short knife while carefully following behind Tian. His movements were clumsy, but he tried his best not to hold the team back.

The battle intensified, with Camarilla reinforcements arriving continuously, yet the four maintained their advance. They fought their way through the chaotic battlefield, gradually approaching the massive altar shrouded in runes at the center of the high ground.

As they finally stood at the edge of the altar, a deep and majestic voice came from the rune array: "You bastards of Kassel College, your struggles are futile. The resurgence of the Dragon King is unstoppable, and you are nothing but ants."

A man clad in a long, golden-red robe slowly emerged from the altar. His gaze was cold and arrogant, and he exuded a strong aura of dragonhood. In his hand, he held a longsword engulfed in flames, the aura emanating from it identical to that of the Dragon King.

"Who is he?" Lu Mingfei asked in a low voice, his voice trembling slightly.

“One of the leaders of the Camarilla, an apostle of the Crimson King.” Tian’s gaze darkened, and his tone became low. “This is the strongest enemy we have ever faced.”

Chu Zihang didn't waste any words. He raised the Dragon Slayer sword, and the emerald green light ignited again, pointing straight ahead: "No one can stop us."

The Crimson Flame Apostle sneered, and with a light flick of his longsword, flames erupted around the entire altar, making the air scorching hot. His voice was deep and authoritative: "Come, let me see your despair."

The final battle is about to begin.

Flames surged around the altar, and the figure of the Crimson Flame Apostle stood like an indestructible statue in the firelight, cold and solemn. The burning longsword in his hand sliced ​​through the air, stirring up scorching waves of heat that seemed to distort even the surrounding space due to the intense heat.

Chu Zihang gripped the Dragon Cutter tightly, taking a slight step back, his body taut like a fully drawn bowstring. He whispered, "Be careful, don't let the flames touch you. This isn't ordinary fire."

Caesar grinned, the runic sword in his hand flashing with lightning: "I'm not that stupid. But this guy looks tough. Who wants to test his strength first?"