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

The dragon roared to the sky, its deep growl seemingly mocking Chu Zihang's resistance. Its eyes were blood-red, carrying the ancient pressure of the dragon race, and each attack was accompanied by destructive power.

Chu Zihang, anticipating the dragon's attack rhythm, leaped forward, his body darting around to the dragon's flank like a gust of wind. His Dragon Slash swept out, the blade slicing through the dragon's black mist body, leaving a greenish-blue crack. However, the crack was instantly filled by the black mist; the dragon's will seemed completely unaffected by the physical attack.

“Its body is not a complete solid.” Chu Zihang quickly analyzed, his gaze narrowing slightly. “We must attack its core.”

The dragon realized Chu Zihang's intention and, in a fit of rage, swung its massive tail like a giant hammer, heading straight for Chu Zihang with unparalleled force. He leaped up suddenly, using his Dragon Cutter to block, the collision of the blade and the dragon's tail producing a deafening roar. His body was thrown several meters, landing heavily on the ground, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

"Don't waste time!" Tian's voice came from afar, his rune spear flashing continuously as he concentrated his power to finally destroy the stone tablet.

Lu Mingfei stood before Tian, ​​his hand gripping the dagger trembling slightly with tension. The men in black robes surged forward like a tidal wave, their eyes filled with madness and murderous intent. He took a deep breath, held the dagger horizontally in front of him, and muttered to himself, "Don't hold me back, Lu Mingfei. You can't be a useless piece of trash anymore."

The first man in black robes lunged forward, his runic sword raised high, its blinding red light aimed straight at Lu Mingfei's shoulder. He instinctively raised his short sword to parry, the runes on it gleaming, but the difference in strength forced him back two steps. Staggering, Lu Mingfei gritted his teeth, regained his footing, and roared as he counterattacked, a slash cutting across the man's arm, forcing him to retreat temporarily.

The second man in black robes followed closely behind, his long staff igniting a flame that shot straight at Lu Mingfei's face. He rolled away in a disheveled manner, but the shockwave from the flames still burned his arm, sending a sharp pain through him.

"Damn it..." Lu Mingfei gritted his teeth and stood up, his gaze becoming even more resolute. He knew that time was needed, and that time was something only he could buy.

He drew his sword to meet the attack, the short blade glowing with blue runes, deflecting the enemy's attacks time and again. Although his arm went numb from the impact each time, he did not retreat a single step.

Tian glanced at Lu Mingfei, who was fighting hard in front of him, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes. He quickly adjusted the angle of the rune gun, gathering energy to its highest point, and the light from the muzzle gradually became dazzling.

"Hold on for another ten seconds!" Tian's voice came coldly, with a hint of urgency.

"Ten seconds?" Lu Mingfei glanced at the approaching third man in black robes, cold sweat beading on his forehead. "That feels longer than a year..."

The black-robed figures swarmed forward again, their runic weapons flashing with dazzling light as they slashed at Lu Mingfei. He panted heavily, trying his best to defend with his short sword, but exhaustion was gradually taking its toll. Just as he was about to be struck by a heavy blow, a bluish-green light shot from afar, accurately repelling one of the black-robed figures.

"Lu Mingfei, don't die." Chu Zihang's deep voice came, and his figure darted to Lu Mingfei's side like lightning. With a swing of the Dragon Slayer Sword, he forced the charging enemy back several meters.

Lu Mingfei's eyes widened, and he said breathlessly, "Weren't you dealing with that big guy?"

Chu Zihang did not answer. He coldly glanced at the enemy, then turned to look at the sky: "Is it ready?"

The rune spear suddenly shot out a dazzling blue light, striking the center of the stone tablet directly. The stone tablet emitted a violent roar, the light of the runes dimmed instantly, and then shattered into countless fragments.

“It’s done!” Tian said, then put the gun away. “Now, it’s time to retreat.”

Just as the stone tablet collapsed, the dragon's movements suddenly froze, its roar became low and hoarse, the black mist on its body began to dissipate, and its scarlet eyes gradually dimmed.

"Its core has been affected!" Chu Zihang seized the opportunity, gripped the Dragon Cutter, and charged towards the dragon, the blade piercing straight into its chest. A burst of emerald light erupted instantly, tearing the dragon's body apart completely.

The dragon let out a mournful cry, and its massive body gradually disintegrated in the air, eventually turning into countless fragments that scattered with the wind.

Lu Mingfei collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, his face covered in sweat and dust. He looked at Chu Zihang and forced a smile, "This time... I finally survived."

Chu Zihang sheathed the Dragon Cutter and calmly scanned his surroundings: "The Secret Society will not give up so easily. This is just the beginning."

Inside the conference room of Kassel College, the air was thick with the chilling atmosphere of battle. Angers sat at the far end of the table, his gaze sweeping over everyone with the sharpness of an eagle. His voice was deep and authoritative: "While the battle at Valhalla has temporarily halted the Camarilla's plans, this is far from the end. The Camarilla's objectives have not yet been fully exposed; we must take the initiative and dig out their core."

Tian stood beside the conference table, his gaze calmly analyzing: "Based on the runes on the stone tablet and the residual energy deep within the ruins, I suspect the Camarilla are attempting to unleash the dragons' deep will. This will has detached itself from physical form and is more like a controlling force in the spiritual realm. If they succeed, the consequences will be unimaginable."

Caesar leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping lightly on the table, a hint of sarcasm in his voice: "Mind control? Is the Camarilla planning to turn all half-bloods into their pawns?"

“Perhaps it’s not just hybrids.” Tian looked at him, his tone calm but carrying a warning. “Once the Camarilla finds complete dragon remains, those powers could even directly affect humans, or even the Academy itself.”

Lu Mingfei sat at the table, head down, silent. His mind was still replaying the harrowing battle in the ruins; every blow, every brush with death, left him feeling powerless and bewildered.

“Alright.” Angers slapped the table, interrupting everyone’s thoughts. “We can’t wait passively any longer. Caesar, you’re in charge of returning to the family and mobilizing more resources, especially the reserves of runic weapons. Tian, ​​you’re in charge of tracking the Camarilla’s activity areas and finding the next possible point of action.”

Caesar shrugged and said lazily, "Going home to mobilize resources? I'm best at that. But, God, you'd better keep a close eye on things, lest the Camarilla pull off any more big moves."

Tian snorted coldly, ignoring Caesar's teasing, and turned his gaze to Chu Zihang: "What about you? Are you planning to continue tracking the Camarilla's actions, or stay at the academy?"

Chu Zihang raised his head, his gaze resolute: "The Camarilla's target is not only the Academy, but also the future of all hybrids. The runes they left behind point to one place—'The Abyss of Eternal Night.' I will go there and uncover their true plan."

Ang nodded, his tone tinged with approval: "Chu Zihang, you are one of our most reliable combat forces at present. But the Abyss of Eternal Night is one of the most dangerous places in the Dragon Clan Ruins, so you need to be well prepared."

Lu Mingfei finally raised his head, his voice a little hoarse: "And what about me, Principal? What can I do?"

Angers' gaze fell on him, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes, before he said, "Mingfei, you will be working with Chu Zihang. This mission will be your final test. Remember, strength is the only standard for survival."

Lu Mingfei gave a wry smile and said in a low voice, "Another test... but count me in."

After the meeting, everyone went their separate ways, and the entire college fell into a tense atmosphere of preparation.

Caesar returned to his dormitory and leaned against the window to dial the family's communication device. His tone was no longer relaxed, but carried a hint of imperceptible pressure: "It's me. Give me the list of the family's second-generation runic weapons. Also, call the head of the runic research department; I need to communicate with him directly."

The voice on the other end of the communication was hesitant: "Young Master, the reserves of runic weapons are already... very limited. If we mobilize them again, other defenses of the family may be affected."

Caesar sneered, his tone leaving no room for argument: "Family defenses? If the academy falls, what right do you think we'll have to talk about defenses? Execute immediately."

Tian sat alone in the academy's archives, several books on dragon history and files on the Secret Society's operations laid out before him. His fingers tapped lightly on the table, his gaze focused and profound.

“The Abyss of Eternal Night…” Tian murmured the name, then turned his gaze to a map. “What has the Camarilla set up there? Even the Academy’s records rarely mention that area. We must find out.”

On the other side, Chu Zihang stood on the academy's training ground, gripping the Dragon Cutter and practicing his sword swings intensely. His movements remained calm and precise, each swing accompanied by a sharp whistling sound.