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

Lu Mingfei swallowed hard, his voice trembling: "Disrupt the formation? But isn't that black-robed boss still there?"

“So you’re here to stop him,” Chu Zihang said in a deep voice, swinging the Dragon Cutter in his hand once more, severing one of the dragon’s phantom claws.

"What?! I'll block it?" Lu Mingfei's eyes widened, but after seeing Chu Zihang's cold and determined gaze, he took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and gripped the short knife tightly: "Fine, I'll try!"

He drew his short sword and charged towards the formation, his gaze fixed on the black-robed leader. The leader clearly noticed his movement as well, a mocking smile playing on his lips, and the runic weapon in his hand suddenly glowed.

"A piece of trash dares to try and stop a great ceremony?" The black-robed leader raised his staff, and red light converged into a flame that shot straight toward Lu Mingfei.

"Mingfei, get out of the way!" Tian's voice came from behind. At the same time, the rune gun shot out a blue beam of light, which collided head-on with the flame impact, bursting out with dazzling light.

Lu Mingfei seized the opportunity to roll away, his feet never stopping as his short sword, glowing faintly with runes, thrust straight at the rune stone within the formation. The black-robed leader snorted coldly, his long staff slashing down suddenly, creating a red barrier that blocked Lu Mingfei's attack.

"Damn it!" Lu Mingfei gritted his teeth and retreated, his face full of anxiety.

"Don't panic." Caesar's voice came from the side, his rune sword slicing through the air and slashing fiercely at a corner of the barrier. "Mingfei, you only need to give me one second!"

Lu Mingfei nodded, readjusted his position, and the runes on his short sword shone even brighter. His gaze locked onto the rune stone, his heart filled with resolute fighting spirit.

At the heart of the battlefield, the dragon's roar echoed once more. Its illusory body grew increasingly solid, its crimson eyes burning like flames as it hurtled toward Chu Zihang. Meanwhile, in the center of the formation, the black-robed leader's incantations grew ever more urgent, as if the dragon king's resurrection was imminent.

Chu Zihang moved with lightning speed. The Dragon Cutter in his hand transformed into a streak of cyan light, colliding fiercely with the phantom claws of the giant dragon. Each attack was accompanied by a powerful energy fluctuation, causing the surrounding ice walls to crack and shatter, with fragments of ice falling continuously, the sound echoing within the fissures.

"Its movements have quickened." Tian's voice came through the noise of battle as his rune spear aimed precisely at the dragon's joints, attempting to slow its movements. "The formation is amplifying its power; we must destroy its core as soon as possible!"

"I'm trying!" Lu Mingfei dodged a fiery attack and thrust his short sword at the barrier again. Sparks flew as the runic light pierced the red barrier. He gritted his teeth and used all his strength to press the short sword into the barrier, but only managed to tear a tiny crack.

The black-robed leader stood inside the barrier, sneering at Lu Mingfei. He raised his staff again, and an even stronger vortex of flames surged out from inside the barrier, heading straight for Lu Mingfei's face.

"Mingfei!" Caesar shouted, his rune sword slicing through the air, cutting through the vortex and saving Lu Mingfei from the clutches of death. He stood in front of Lu Mingfei, sword on his shoulder, a hint of disdain in his eyes: "What's this lousy barrier? Try my sword again."

Before Caesar could finish speaking, his rune sword emitted a blinding blue light. He leaped high into the air, the rune sword slashing down like a meteor, striking fiercely at the center of the barrier. The moment the blue light collided with the red barrier, a tremendous roar erupted, and the entire barrier trembled violently.

"Now!" Caesar roared.

Lu Mingfei gritted his teeth and rushed forward, his short sword piercing the center of the barrier through the crack Caesar had created. Runic light pierced through the barrier, striking the rune stones of the formation.

The black-robed leader's gaze suddenly turned cold, and the incantation in his hand paused for a moment. He reached out to try and protect the runestone, but was forced back several steps by Caesar's swift sword strike. He roared and raised his staff again, only to find it was too late.

"Crack—" The runestone made a crisp sound, and then a deep crack appeared.

The runes on the formation suddenly dimmed, the red energy receded like a tide, and the power of the entire formation instantly spiraled out of control. The phantom of the dragon let out an angry roar, its body began to disintegrate, and the black mist dissipated in the air like smoke.

Taking advantage of the situation, Chu Zihang unleashed a slash, the Dragon Cleaver piercing the core of the dragon. A burst of dazzling cyan-green light erupted, completely tearing the dragon's body apart.

The dragon let out a final, mournful cry, its illusory body completely disintegrated, its scarlet eyes dimmed, and finally transformed into countless tiny specks of light, disappearing into the crack.

The atmosphere on the battlefield instantly calmed down, leaving only the cold wind blowing through the cracks, bringing a biting chill.

The black-robed leader clutched his chest, his face pale, his eyes filled with anger and resentment. He glanced at the now-ineffective formation, gritted his teeth, and whispered, "You think you've won? The Dragon King's will has been awakened; this is just the beginning."

"Then tell us, what is the Secret Society's next plan?" Chu Zihang, carrying the Dragon Cutter, walked towards the black-robed leader, his gaze as cold as ice.

The black-robed leader let out a cold laugh, raised his staff, and the incantation rang out again: "You will face even greater despair."

A beam of red light shot out from the staff, engulfing the figure of the black-robed leader, who vanished in an instant.

"He escaped!" Tian said coldly, aiming the rune gun at the direction where the light disappeared, but did not fire again.

"Damn it!" Caesar sheathed the rune sword behind his back, his tone full of dissatisfaction. "I almost caught him."

Chu Zihang put away the Dragon Cutter, his gaze calm: "The formation has been destroyed, and their plan has been temporarily thwarted. Let's go back and report the situation here to the academy."

Lu Mingfei sat on the ground, panting heavily, and said with a wry smile, "It's finally over... I don't think I dragged the team down too much this time, right?"

Caesar glanced at him, a smile playing on his lips: "Not bad, Lu Mingfei, you're finally acting like a man."

Tian didn't speak, but coldly turned around and led the way out of the crack.

On the distant horizon, a dim sunset slowly sank, its golden rays casting a brief pause on the cracked ice walls, bringing the battle to a temporary halt. But in the unknown depths, a new threat was quietly brewing.

It was late at night when the team returned to Kassel College from the Abyss of Eternal Night. The atmosphere was unusually somber throughout the journey. Caesar, contrary to his usual self, didn't joke around. Chu Zihang maintained a cold expression, Tian kept his head down organizing data, while Lu Mingfei appeared exhausted, his eyes somewhat unfocused.

The lights in the college were still bright, but the familiar environment didn't seem to offer much of a sense of security.

"The principal is waiting for our report." Chu Zihang spoke first, his tone as calm as usual, but everyone present could feel the tension in his heart.

Caesar shrugged and said lazily, "Then let's not keep him waiting."

In Angers' office, the air remained as tense as steel wire. On the desk lay several fragments of broken runestones collected from the Valhalla ruins, their faint red glow seeming to testify that the Dragon King's will had not been completely extinguished.

“So, you destroyed the formation, but the leader of the Camarilla escaped.” Angers’ gaze swept over everyone, his voice low and authoritative.

Chu Zihang nodded: "Yes. But this operation has confirmed the Camarilla's goal. Their ultimate plan is to completely awaken the will of the dragons, not limited to a single dragon king, but attempting to unify all the remaining wills through some method and build a realm similar to the Dragon God's Domain."

“Bold and insane,” Angers murmured, his gaze growing sharper. “The Dragon God Realm… If they really succeed, the entire human civilization will be utterly destroyed.”

Tian took out a record of energy fluctuations and handed it to Angers: "The Camarilla are using the ruins as a fulcrum to build a series of runic nodes. These nodes are likely the basic structure supporting the divine realm. Valhalla is just one of them; other places have likely already begun to be set up."

Caesar leaned against the wall, a hint of sarcasm in his voice: "It seems we've only cut off one branch of their power this time; the main trunk is still growing."

Lu Mingfei forced out a somewhat stiff sentence: "So what do we do next? We can't possibly visit every single ruin, can we? That would be exhausting..."

Angers paused for a moment, then finally gave the orders: "Tian, ​​you lead the intelligence department to thoroughly investigate the Camarilla's next possible target. Caesar, contact the family's rune research team; we need more powerful weapons. Chu Zihang, you and Lu Mingfei stay at the academy to prepare for the next operation."