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

He quickly adjusted his position, loaded both guns, and charged towards the core of the magic circle in the center of the altar.

Chu Zihang continued to stand in front of Tian, ​​his thunderous power flashing across the battlefield, lightning intertwining with blades, each strike carrying deadly force.

Despite their strength, the rune warriors were gradually overwhelmed by Chu Zihang's relentless offensive. Every strike he delivered was precise, targeting the enemy's vitals and giving them no chance to retaliate.

"Divine Retribution!" Chu Zihang activated his Word of Power again, and several bolts of lightning suddenly descended from the sky, piercing through the rune warriors' formation like sharp swords.

A powerful electric current spread instantly, shattering several approaching warriors, but more enemies continued to emerge from the darkness, seemingly endless.

"Fire, God!" Chu Zihang shouted, a hint of anxiety in his eyes.

Tian did not respond, but his movements were extremely swift. He fired his two guns in quick succession, repelling several priests blocking his way, and rapidly approached the center of the altar.

In his eyes, the runic energy fluctuations of the magic circle became increasingly pronounced, each fluctuation making the undead's power grow stronger. He had to quickly find the core and destroy it, or the entire battle would be doomed.

"That's it." Tian calmly judged, his golden eyes capturing the key runes in the magic circle. He locked onto the target and quickly adjusted the firing angle.

Just then, the dragon undead suddenly let out an angry roar, and a huge phantom rushed into the sky with destructive power, purple flames churning in the air as if to completely devour it.

"Damn it!" Tian quickly dodged, and bullets shot towards the undead in an attempt to stop its attack, but these bullets still could not penetrate the undead's phantom.

"Don't let it get close to you!" Chu Zihang shouted a warning, swinging his blade and swiftly slashing at the approaching rune warrior, trying to eliminate the undead's support forces.

The flames of the dragon undead grew even more intense, as if the entire sky was being swallowed by purple flames.

The energy fluctuations in the air grew increasingly violent, and the rune warriors seemed to become even more frenzied under the power of the flames. Their attacks became more and more ferocious, as if they were desperate to protect the magic circle.

"We don't have time, we must destroy the core directly!" Tian said loudly, a resolute glint in his eyes, and the light in his golden pupils instantly intensified.

He took a deep breath, quickly locked onto the core of the magic circle, pulled the trigger, and the bullet shot towards the key rune like a meteor.

However, as the bullet approached the core of the rune, it was stopped by an invisible barrier, and the enormous impact forced Tian's body back several steps.

"This is bad, the rune protection is stronger!" Tian gritted his teeth, a hint of anxiety flashing in his eyes.

Just then, the dragon undead suddenly swung its giant claws, bringing a destructive aura as it hurtled straight towards the sky.

He dodged quickly, but the undead's power was too great. The claws, wreathed in purple flames, grazed his body, instantly leaving a burn mark on his arm.

"Heaven!" Chu Zihang shouted, swinging his sword at the phantom of the undead, trying to buy Heaven more time.

However, the phantom of the undead was almost impossible to harm. Chu Zihang's blade could only slightly hinder its movements, but could not completely defeat it.

"Damn it, this thing is practically immortal!" Chu Zihang gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing with resentment.

Tian clutched his burned arm, panting heavily, but a cold light still gleamed in his eyes.

“We can’t wait any longer,” he said in a low voice, a resolute glint in his golden eyes. “We must destroy it with the power of words.”

"Instant Death Butterfly!" Tian chanted in a low voice, and the light in his golden eyes instantly intensified. Countless purple-blue ghost butterflies reappeared around him, carrying a strong aura of death as they rushed towards the dragon undead and the magic array.

The ghostly butterflies instantly covered the battlefield, and lines of death wove together like a spider web around the magic circle and the undead.

The phantom of the undead let out a mournful roar, and its huge body began to tremble slightly under the onslaught of the ghostly butterflies, as if it were being eroded by this power of death.

"Keep suppressing it!" Taking advantage of the opportunity, Chu Zihang suddenly exerted his strength, and the blade, carrying the power of thunder, slashed at the rune warrior again, quickly weakening the undead's support.

As the number of rune warriors dwindles, the power of the undead is also weakening. The ghostly butterflies' corruption deepens, and the lines of death begin to spread to the core of the undead.

"Now!" Tian shouted, quickly cocking his twin pistols and locking onto the weak point at the core of the magic array with his golden eyes.

He pulled the trigger, and the bullet, traveling at extreme speed, shot towards the key rune of the magic circle, breaking through the protective barrier and striking the core of the rune.

With a loud explosion, the core of the magic array was instantly destroyed, the purple light pillar suddenly went out, and the runic energy in the air dissipated instantly.

The dragon undead let out a mournful roar, its body trembling violently as if it had lost its support. The purple flames gradually died down, and the phantom image dissipated in the air, eventually turning into countless black fragments that vanished into the night sky.

"We succeeded," Tian said in a low voice, the light in his golden eyes gradually fading, his twin pistols hanging at his sides, his breathing gradually becoming steady.

Chu Zihang, panting heavily, finally loosened his grip on the knife slightly. "Is it over?"

“It’s over for now,” Tian replied calmly, his gaze still scanning the surroundings warily. “But the Hermes family can’t stop us with just this. Their real plan may be much deeper.”

Just as the two relaxed their guard slightly, a deep rumbling sound suddenly came from the deepest part of the ruins.

The ground began to shake violently, and the stench of decay spread through the air once more, as if an even more terrifying force was awakening from the depths.

The ground trembled more and more violently, as if the entire ruins were gradually collapsing under the impact of this force.

The suffocating stench of decay in the air was as if countless ancient dragon powers were awakening from the depths of the earth. Tian and Chu Zihang exchanged a glance, their eyes revealing the same vigilance and tension. They had just destroyed the core of the runic array, and theoretically, the power of the undead should have been suppressed. However, this energy from underground was even more violent than before, as if announcing the imminent arrival of a new threat.

“This power is stronger than that of the undead.” Tian analyzed coldly, his golden eyes flashing slightly as he sensed the energy gradually gathering in the air. “The Hermes family is hiding an even deeper secret.”

Chu Zihang gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, his sharp gaze sweeping across his surroundings. The cracks in the ground beneath his feet were widening, and the residual power of the runes began to seep out from the ground. "We must evacuate immediately; this place is collapsing."

Suddenly, a deep incantation came from the depths of the ruins, followed by a strange purple light that shot out from the crack and into the night sky.

The light was not as dazzling as the previous runic pillars, but carried a deep and evil aura, as if it were the oldest curse of the dragon race.

“It’s not a natural collapse.” Tian’s golden eyes narrowed slightly as he quickly pinpointed the source of the power. “This is man-made… They are triggering the dormant power of the dragon race.”

"The dormant power of the dragon race?" Chu Zihang frowned, the blade in his hand trembling slightly. "What exactly is the Hermes family up to?"

Heaven did not answer, but he had begun to understand the true intentions of the Hermes family.

They are not merely attempting to revive the power of a single dragon, but rather to awaken a far more powerful force slumbering beneath the ruins—the dormant power of the dragons. This power will not only resurrect the undead dragons, but will also affect all life in the region, and may even have unpredictable consequences for the human world.

“We cannot allow this power to fully awaken, otherwise the entire southwestern mountainous region will be devoured by the corrupt power of the dragon clan,” Tian said coldly, cocking both guns and staring intently at the purple light gushing from the crack. “There is still a chance; we must destroy this source.”

Chu Zihang did not hesitate. He nodded, and the blade in his hand trembled like thunder again. "Act immediately. We can't give them any chance to breathe."