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

"Damn Chu Zihang, why isn't he here yet!" Lu Mingfei couldn't help but curse under his breath, but he knew that he could only rely on himself for now.

The girl's attack came again, the runic dagger slashing towards Lu Mingfei's shoulder with a crimson blade of light. He dodged to the side, his short sword swiftly counterattacking, blue and red light colliding in mid-air, erupting into a violent shockwave.

In that instant of stalemate, an image flashed through Lu Mingfei's mind—in the abyss, a colossal creature slowly opened its eyes, its golden pupils reflecting endless destruction. A sharp pain shot through his forehead, and the short sword in his hand seemed to resonate with this power, its light instantly surging.

"No..." he murmured, trying to suppress the unfamiliar feeling, but the dagger seemed to have escaped his control and was guiding his movements on its own.

The blue light sliced ​​through the air once more, but this time it wasn't Lu Mingfei's will; rather, the dagger struck proactively, aiming directly for the girl's heart. Her figure froze, a look of incredulous shock flashing in her eyes.

“You…” the girl said softly, taking a slight step back as the light of the rune dagger began to dim.

Lu Mingfei's breathing quickened, and cold sweat trickled down his face. He stared at the dagger in his hand, his eyes filled with complex emotions and shock. He knew that the attack just now wasn't his own power, but rather something emanating from deep within the dagger.

"You... haven't fully awakened yet." The girl's voice grew weaker and weaker as her body was gradually swallowed by the runic light. She looked up at Lu Mingfei one last time, a strange smile in her eyes. "The game has only just begun. Do you think you've won? No, Lu Mingfei, you will eventually be devoured."

Her body disintegrated into countless scarlet rune fragments, which vanished with the wind, and the energy fluctuations in the room subsided. The rune array on the ground gradually extinguished, and the entire room returned to a deathly silence.

Lu Mingfei knelt on the ground, gripping a short knife, his chest heaving violently. He knew this was far from over. The Camarilla's plan was far more complex than he had imagined, and he himself seemed to be caught up in an even deeper mystery.

"Chu Zihang...where are you...?" Lu Mingfei murmured, his voice filled with exhaustion and helplessness.

He stood up, looked at the dilapidated room, took a deep breath, and forced himself to calm down. His steps were a little unsteady, but there was a hint of determination in his eyes.

“If the game has already begun, then I will also control my pieces. The Secret Society, whatever you want, I will never let you succeed.”

Lu Mingfei dragged his exhausted body out of the basement of the laboratory building. All the way, the scene of the battle kept replaying in his mind, especially the unusual movement of the short sword and the girl's words, which weighed heavily on his heart.

As he stepped out of the lab building, the night breeze swept over him, making him a little more awake. He looked up at the sky; the moonlight was obscured by dark clouds, leaving only scattered specks of light flickering in the darkness.

"Lu Mingfei, are you alright?" Norma's voice came through the earpiece, mechanically calm but with a hint of concern.

“I’m still alive, but…” Lu Mingfei paused, glancing back at the experimental building, “There’s nothing left in the basement, and the energy fluctuations have disappeared. But the Secret Society’s goals are definitely not limited to this; this is just an appetizer.”

“Your report has been conveyed to Principal Angers,” Norma’s voice remained calm. “You need to return to the main building immediately and meet with the principal; he is planning the next steps.”

Lu Mingfei sighed, "Alright, I still have to go back and run errands."

He started walking towards the main building of the academy, but the unease lingered in his heart. The short sword hung silently at his waist, and he seemed to have regained his composure, but he knew that this composure was only temporary.

Meanwhile, deep within the Black Forest, Chu Zihang, Caesar, and Tian had broken through the outer defenses and entered the core area of ​​the laboratory. The surrounding runic energy became even more intense, and the air was filled with an indescribable sense of oppression.

“This place is getting more and more unsettling.” Caesar frowned, brandishing his rune sword to block the energy chains that shot up from the ground. “The Camarilla really do love this kind of complicated stuff.”

“This means we’re close to their core,” Tian said in a low voice, firing his rune gun rapidly, beams of blue light shattering the surrounding traps. “Don’t relax, they won’t give up here easily.”

Chu Zihang remained silent, his gaze cold and stern, the Dragon Cutter gleaming with a bluish-green light in his hand. His senses sharpened, as if he could hear whispers coming from all directions, voices both seductive and oppressive, attempting to disrupt his will.

"There's something unusual ahead." Chu Zihang suddenly stopped, his gaze fixed on the shadow ahead.

Caesar raised an eyebrow, gripped the rune sword tightly, but a relaxed smile appeared on his lips: "Looks like we have guests."

From the darkness, several members of the Camarilla, clad in black robes, slowly emerged, their figures appearing incredibly eerie in the crimson light of the runes. The leader at the head raised his head, revealing a pale, distorted face beneath his hood, his gaze fixed on the three men like a venomous snake.

“The hounds of Kassel College have finally arrived.” His voice was hoarse and low, carrying an undeniable chill. “Unfortunately, your arrival is meaningless. The value of this laboratory has already been realized; you are merely sacrifices to witness our victory.”

"Enough with the nonsense." Caesar sneered, and with a sudden swing of his rune sword, blue light shot straight at his opponent.

The Camarilla leader merely smiled coldly, raising his staff, and a crimson energy barrier instantly blocked the attack. His gaze grew increasingly sinister: "The difference in power cannot be bridged by your foolish courage."

Without a word, Chu Zihang drew his Dragon Slayer sword, its emerald light piercing straight for the black-robed leader's heart. At that moment, the air seemed to be torn apart by the blade, and the surrounding runes dimmed abruptly.

The black-robed leader's gaze sharpened, and he quickly retreated, simultaneously wielding his staff to unleash a crimson energy explosion in an attempt to create distance. However, Chu Zihang was even faster; his blade flashed like a shooting star, closing in on him.

Tian stood at the rear, quickly adjusting his rune gun and pinpointing the Camarilla members' weak point. He said coldly, "Caesar, cover!"

Caesar nodded, wielding his rune sword to force back the other Camarilla members, while simultaneously stepping aside to shield Tian, ​​buying him time. Blue and red light intertwined, and the sound of an explosion echoed throughout the laboratory.

Forced into retreat by Chu Zihang's blade, the black-robed leader's eyes gradually turned mad. He suddenly bit his fingertip, smearing his blood on his staff. The runes instantly shone brightly, and the entire laboratory began to shake violently.

"You cannot stop us," he growled. "The resurgence of the dragons is inevitable, and you will only become dust!"

Chu Zihang remained unmoved by his threat, the Dragon Cutter in his hand radiating an even more intense light. He said in a low voice, "Whether it's destined or not, we'll only know by trying."

As his words fell, the blade flashed once more, a bluish-green light enveloping the black-robed leader like a torrential downpour. The aftershocks of the battle swept through the entire laboratory, the surrounding runic light gradually collapsing, and a scarlet rift was torn open in the sky deep within the Black Forest.

The secrets of the Camarilla are being revealed little by little, and the battle is only just beginning to reach its climax.

The crimson fissure, like a gigantic eye, stared down into the laboratory deep within the Black Forest. The sky was stretched to an eerie blood-red hue, and the air was thick with the scorching aura of dragons. The tremors in the laboratory grew increasingly violent, and the runes on the ground began to flicker with an unstable light, as if a devastating explosion could erupt at any moment.

Chu Zihang stood on the cracked ground, his Dragon Cutter burning with bluish-green flames. His gaze was cold and stern as he stared intently at the black-robed leader, who was panting heavily, blood dripping from his robes and staining the rune array beneath his feet.

"You... simply don't understand." The black-robed leader's voice was filled with madness. His palm was pressed to the ground, his runic staff plunged into the center of the array, and the crimson light emanated from it like a colossal beast awakening. "The will of the dragons is not something you mortals can contend with! Our victory is already destined!"

"Destined?" Chu Zihang said coldly, his blade pointing directly at the black-robed leader. "Your so-called victory is nothing but a futile bluff."

Before he finished speaking, his figure had already rushed out like a gust of wind, the Dragon Slash drawing a dazzling arc of light, aiming straight for the black-robed leader's throat. The leader suddenly raised his long staff, and a pillar of runic light erupted, forcefully blocking Chu Zihang's blade, but his body was shaken back several steps.

"Tian!" Chu Zihang roared, his gaze sweeping over Tian, ​​who was standing to the side.

Tian swiftly raised the rune gun, aimed at the core of the formation, and the blue energy beam accurately struck the rune node. With a piercing roar, a corner of the rune array was completely destroyed, and the scarlet light dimmed rapidly for a moment.

Caesar pressed forward, his runic sword slicing through the air, aiming straight for the black-robed leader's chest. His movements were swift and decisive, the blade carrying a thunderous force. The leader gritted his teeth and dodged, but was still grazed on the shoulder by the blade, blood splattering in the air.

"Stop struggling." Caesar's smile was cold as he raised the rune sword once more. "You know you can't escape today."