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

“Welcome, Hound.” A hoarse voice echoed from above the hall. The leading Camarilla member stood on a high platform, his face obscured by a hood, his long staff gleaming with runic light. “Your foolish struggles will only hasten the dragons’ resurgence. Now that you’re here, stay forever!”

“Oh, that’s a classic villain’s welcome speech.” Caesar whistled, twirling his rune sword in his hand. “But you guys don’t seem to understand—we’re not so easy to stop.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the alchemical construct let out a low growl, and its massive mechanical arm swung down, attempting to crush the four of them. Chu Zihang charged forward, his Dragon Cutter blade, wreathed in emerald flames, severing one of the alchemical construct's arms, sending metal parts flying everywhere.

"Focus on attacking the rune core!" Tian quickly analyzed. "These creations are powered by runes, and the core node is located in their chest or head!"

"Understood!" Chu Zihang replied in a deep voice, and once again swung the Dragon Cleaver, beheading another alchemical creation that was coming towards him.

Caesar deftly dodged the attacks of the alchemical creations on the other side, his rune sword flashing with blue lightning as it sliced ​​through the air, each strike precisely aimed at a key point in the creation. The sounds of metal snapping and runes exploding mingled, making the battlefield incredibly intense.

Lu Mingfei, panting heavily, deflected an attack from one of these creatures with a swift movement of his short sword: "I must say, these things are incredibly resilient! Just how many of these monsters have you Camarilla members created?"

“You’ve only seen a part of it,” the Camarilla member on the platform sneered. “The power hidden within the ruins far exceeds your imagination. Today, you will all become sacrificial offerings.”

As he finished speaking, more runic light illuminated the surroundings, and new alchemical creations emerged from the ground. Their forms were more complex, their bodies, woven from scales and metal, exuding a suffocating dragon aura.

“The situation is not good,” Tian said calmly. “These newly emerged creations are more powerful, and the Camarilla’s array enhancements are being fully activated.”

"Then let's resolve this faster." Chu Zihang gripped the Dragon Cutter tightly, his eyes gleaming with determination. "We can't afford to delay any longer."

Caesar licked his lips and chuckled, "Come on, the stronger the opponent, the more challenging it is."

The four split up, each facing off against the onrushing alchemical creations. The clash of blades against runes echoed across the battlefield, sparks and lightning intertwined. Chu Zihang's movements were swift and fierce, each strike precisely targeting the core of the creation, while Caesar's runic sword, imbued with the force of thunder, relentlessly severed the runes' power supply while forcing the enemy back.

Lu Mingfei relied on his agility and the dexterity of his short sword to move through the battlefield, occasionally and precisely stabbing the weak points of the creatures. Although the battle had left him exhausted, a stubborn, unyielding spirit gradually emerged in his eyes.

The rune gun continuously fired blue beams, shattering key nodes of the creations, while simultaneously analyzing the array's energy structure: "The Camarilla's control device is at the bottom of the altar. Once it's destroyed, all alchemical creations will lose their energy support!"

"Are you sure?" Lu Mingfei shouted, panting.

"Absolutely certain!" Tian's voice was calm and firm.

"Alright, then let's rip this hellhole apart!" Lu Mingfei gritted his teeth, and the runes on his short sword suddenly burst forth, resonating with the runes around him. He quickened his pace, heading straight for the altar, with the low growls of countless alchemical creations behind him.

"Mingfei, we'll cover you!" Chu Zihang said coldly, his blade flashing once more to repel the oncoming creature.

"Caesar, move out." The heavens' command was precise and decisive.

"Understood!" Caesar's smile remained relaxed as he twirled the rune sword in his hand. "Let's give this performance a spectacular ending!"

The runes beneath Lu Mingfei's feet flickered erratically, each step feeling as if he were treading on burning flames. The pressure in the air grew heavier, as the alchemical constructs of the Camarilla surged in from all directions, their massive mechanical limbs waving in the light and shadow, attempting to impede his advance.

"You'd better hold on!" Caesar's voice came from the other side. His rune sword sliced ​​through the air, precisely cleaving a creation in two, sparks flying everywhere. "Don't give up halfway through."

"Do you think I want this?!" Lu Mingfei gasped for breath, dodging the mechanical claws that attacked from behind. The short knife in his hand reflected a blue light. "These guys don't want me to reach the finish line easily."

Chu Zihang and Tian worked in perfect harmony, gradually forcing the surrounding alchemical creations back. The Dragon Cutter's blade burned with emerald flames, each swing carrying away a wisp of runic light. Tian's runic spear continuously locked onto the creations' nodes, its blue energy beams firing precisely, suppressing the enemy and preventing them from getting close.

"Lu Mingfei, you're twenty meters from the core of the altar!" Tian's voice came through the communicator, his tone still calm. "Time is of the essence, speed up!"

"I know!" Lu Mingfei roared, his feet slamming into the ground, leaping over the cracks and charging straight towards the center of the altar. His short sword trembled slightly, as if sensing the immense energy hidden deep within the altar.

Suddenly, a deep roar echoed through the air, causing the entire hall to tremble. On the Camarilla's high platform, the black-robed leader raised his staff, runic light coalescing behind him into a phantom dragon shape.

"You foolish hounds, do you really think you can stop us?" His voice was hoarse and fanatical. "The will of the dragons has awakened; you are merely delaying inevitable destruction!"

The illusory dragon-shaped creature let out a deafening roar, then swooped down, heading straight for Lu Mingfei. The massive energy fluctuations distorted the air, as if the entire space was being compressed by this colossal force.

"Lu Mingfei, watch out!" Chu Zihang growled.

Lu Mingfei felt immense pressure from behind. He whirled around, his short sword flashing, the blue runic light colliding with the dragon-shaped phantom. The violent energy shock sent him staggering back several steps, his arm tingling with numbness.

"This guy... is really not an easy opponent!" Lu Mingfei gritted his teeth and steadied himself, his heart pounding like a drum.

Caesar arrived from the other side, his runic sword pointed directly at the dragon-shaped phantom: "You hold it off, I'm going to meet the leader of the Camarilla!"

“I know without you saying it!” Lu Mingfei replied, the light on the short sword growing even more intense as the clash with the dragon-shaped phantom intensified.

Caesar nimbly leaped onto the platform, his sword pointed directly at the black-robed leader: "To be honest, I'm not satisfied with your welcoming remarks. Either you shut up and surrender, or we'll have a more direct confrontation."

The black-robed leader sneered, and with a swing of his staff, runic energy erupted once more: "You are nothing but an ant, yet you dare to challenge the will of the dragon race!"

Caesar moved with lightning speed, his runic sword slicing through the air as it clashed head-on with the leader's staff. The intense energy surge caused the entire platform to tremble, and the battle between the two intensified, each move carrying deadly intent.

Meanwhile, the clash between Lu Mingfei's short sword and the dragon-shaped phantom intensified, the blue light on the blade constantly intertwining with the runic energy. His forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his arms were gradually aching, but a trace of indomitable spirit shone in his eyes.

"Mingfei, hold on!" Tian's voice was firm. "The core of the altar is only five meters in front of you!"

"Easy for you to say!" Lu Mingfei gasped through gritted teeth. "This guy isn't planning on letting me through!"

He swung his blade sharply, forcing the phantom back half a step, then charged towards the center of the altar. The short sword resonated with the runes, causing the runic light throughout the hall to flash intensely.

"Come on," Lu Mingfei growled, "Get out of my way!"

The short sword plunged into the core of the altar's runes, unleashing a burst of blue light that gradually eroded the energy of the entire formation. The dragon-shaped phantom let out a mournful roar before shattering in the blue light, dissipating into countless energy fragments that vanished into the air.

"It's done!" Lu Mingfei shouted, panting. "The altar is finally out of flame!"

The black-robed leader on the platform paled in shock. His runic staff emitted an unstable glow, and the runic network behind him gradually collapsed. He roared, "You... cannot stop the resurgence of the dragons!"

Caesar smiled, his sword, imbued with the power of thunder, aimed directly at the leader's heart: "Your game is over."

The runic sword pierced through the staff, unleashing a burst of intense light that completely destroyed the energy network of the entire ruins.

The air gradually calmed, the remains of the alchemical creation littered the ground, and the runic light dimmed. Lu Mingfei slumped to the ground, panting heavily: "This is really going to kill me..."

Chu Zihang walked to his side and sheathed the Dragon Cutter: "But we succeeded."

Tian checked the equipment and confirmed that there were no residual energy fluctuations: "The summoning circle has been completely destroyed, and the Camarilla's operation has been thwarted once again."