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

Chapter 287 Lu Mingfei!!!

Lu Mingfei leaned on Chu Zihang's arm, a trickle of blood escaping from the corner of his mouth. His vision blurred as he swept over the three of them, and he smiled: "I'm... still alive?"

Caesar snorted coldly and gritted his teeth, saying, "Fool, if you dare to die, I'll drag you back from hell."

Tian was silent for a moment, then his voice was low and slow: "Hold on."

Chu Zihang didn't speak, but he held Lu Mingfei firmly, his arm as steady as a rock, as if conveying a silent promise—he wouldn't let him fall.

Lu Mingfei narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling his consciousness fading away little by little. His body felt hollowed out, and even his breathing became heavy. He knew that he had burned too much of his life force, and even though the battle was over, his life had come to an end.

"Brother, are we giving up?"

In his mind, Lu Mingze's voice rang out again, this time with a hint of amusement and anticipation: "If you don't want to die... you know what to do."

Lu Mingfei's pupils contracted slightly, and his fingers trembled. He knew that Lu Mingze was hinting at something.

As long as he's willing—

He can completely unleash his soul, allowing the "younger brother" that has always been hidden deep within him to take over his body.

He can live, but at the cost... he will no longer be himself.

“…What a terrible deal.” Lu Mingfei chuckled softly, his voice so low it was almost inaudible.

"Brother, you choose," Lu Mingze said with a hint of amusement. "Is it to die like this, or..."

Lu Mingfei's consciousness was struggling on the verge of collapse. His vision was blurry, and he vaguely saw Caesar standing at the end of the storm, his golden eyes revealing a cold fighting spirit, with the wind swirling around him; Chu Zihang stood beside him, holding the Dragon Cutter, the blade still bearing the afterglow of battle; Tian stood in front of him, his fist slowly loosening, the bronze radiance gone, but his gaze remained steady.

They are all still alive.

They held on until the very end.

And what about him?

Lu Mingfei slowly closed his eyes and exhaled a long breath.

He held on until the very end.

That's enough.

"I'm sorry..." he murmured softly, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips, "I'll be going now."

His consciousness plunged into complete darkness, his body lost all strength, and he collapsed helplessly in Chu Zihang's arms.

"Lu Mingfei!!"

Caesar suddenly rushed forward, staring intently at his pale face, a rare hint of panic in his golden eyes.

Tian slowly clenched his fist, his lips slightly pursed, and a hidden emotion surfaced deep in his pupils.

Chu Zihang didn't speak, but looked down at the person in his arms. His hands gripped Lu Mingfei's shoulders tightly, as if he wanted to leave his soul in this body.

The sea breeze carried a faint smell of blood. In the distance, Nidhogg's body had sunk completely into the deep sea. The storm had subsided, and the sky had finally returned to calm.

This battle is over.

But how much longer can Lu Mingfei's life last?

no one knows.

As dawn broke, the storm subsided, and the sky returned to its long-lost azure blue. The ocean still churned with lingering waves, and the air was thick with the stench of blood, as if the traces of this battle had not yet been erased by time.

Lu Mingfei collapsed limply into Chu Zihang's arms, his face pale, the blood from the corner of his lips already congealed, his chest heaving very weakly, as if he might extinguish at any moment. His black hair was blown about by the sea breeze, covering half of his face, and his pupils, which had once shone with golden light, had returned to their original blackness, like embers that had been burned out.

Caesar knelt beside him, his golden eyes reflecting a complex mix of emotions, his lips pressed into a straight line. He suddenly reached out and ripped open Lu Mingfei's collar, his fingertips touching his skin, which was icy cold, unlike anything a living person should have.

"He's dying." Caesar's voice was low and unusually solemn.

Tian stood not far away, his fists slightly loosening and then clenching. His golden eyes were calm and expressionless, but everyone could sense that his rationality was forcibly suppressing some kind of unease.

"Take him back." Tian finally spoke, his voice low and firm. "No matter what method we use, we cannot let him die."

Caesar took a deep breath, looked up at Chu Zihang, and asked, "Are you still in good condition?"

Chu Zihang did not answer, but silently hugged Lu Mingfei tightly. The light burning in his golden eyes had gradually faded, and his body had reached its limit, but he still stood straight, as if the whole world had collapsed, and he would not let go of the person in his arms.

"Let's go." He uttered a single word calmly, his voice firm and brooking no refusal.

Caesar nodded, turned and looked into the distance. The storm in the air had dissipated, and they needed to evacuate immediately, otherwise Lu Mingfei's life might not last until rescue arrived.

however--

"Wait a minute." Tian suddenly spoke, his voice so calm and steady that it didn't sound like someone who had just gone through a deadly battle.

Caesar frowned slightly, a sharp glint appearing in his golden eyes: "You're wasting time."

Tian ignored him and slowly walked to Lu Mingfei's side, his gaze fixed on the dying boy. He slowly squatted down, placed a hand on Lu Mingfei's shoulder, and felt his life force, which was so weak that it was almost gone.

The next second, Tian's pupils contracted slightly, and his breathing instantly became stagnant.

"...something's wrong."

Caesar and Chu Zihang both frowned and looked up at the sky.

"What?" Caesar asked in a deep voice, his golden eyes flashing with impatience, but he did not act rashly, but waited for Tian's explanation.

Tian did not answer, but slowly placed his palm on Lu Mingfei's chest. His fingers tightened slightly, and the next moment, his expression became even more solemn.

"His life force... is being devoured by something."

Caesar's pupils suddenly contracted, Chu Zihang's hand tightened slightly, and everyone's nerves instantly tensed to the limit.

"What do you mean?" Chu Zihang's voice was deep, his eyes sharp.

Tian slowly raised his head, his gaze fixed intently on Lu Mingfei's face, a suppressed emotion appearing in his golden eyes: "His life is not simply passing away, but... being forcibly taken away by some force."

The air seemed to freeze at that moment.

Caesar's expression instantly turned cold, and his fist clenched slightly: "Who can do this?"

Tian was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke: "...himself."

"..."

Chu Zihang's pupils suddenly contracted, Caesar's brows furrowed even deeper, and the atmosphere instantly became deathly silent.

Tian slowly rose to his feet, his golden eyes fixed on Lu Mingfei: "He burned his life force not just because of the battle, but because... he made some kind of exchange."

In an instant, everyone understood what Heaven meant.

Lu Mingfei did not simply die from exhaustion.

Instead, he voluntarily gave up his life, sacrificing everything he had to achieve their victory.

A moment of silence fell over the air. The next second, Caesar slammed his fist into the sea, his golden eyes flashing with fury. His voice was so deep it seemed to be squeezed from his throat: "That idiot!!"

Tian didn't speak; he just stared at Lu Mingfei's face with a complex and indescribable expression.

Chu Zihang looked down at the person in his arms, his hands slowly tightening. His breathing was light, but it carried a slight, imperceptible tremor.

"You think... this is the end?" Caesar raised his head, his golden eyes icy cold. His tone was low, yet it carried a chilling resolve. "If he dares to die, I'll drag him back from hell!"

Tian raised his head slightly, looking at the distant sky. After a moment, he slowly spoke: "...Perhaps, we don't need to wait for him to die."