Biocores: The Legendary Weapon Designer-Chapter 100: Combining

Vibrations spiked through the air—barely audible to the untrained ear, but lethal to monsters with heightened sensory input. The Larva Dragon reeled, its molten pupils contracting as the low-frequency wave carved through its skull like a bell tolling the end.

The beast screamed—more instinct than intent—and turned violently toward Nioh’s ridge.

That was the cue.

Althea launched forward.

"Now!"

Althea kept moving.

Her body was a blur of silver and steam, cutting across the battlefield with an uncanny rhythm. Grace sharpened into violence. The Cryo Breaker blade hummed in her hand, each strike trailing white frost that hissed against the dragon’s smoldering hide. She didn’t need to win the fight alone. Just hold it. Pressure it. Open something big enough for the others to end it.

The Larva Dragon lunged, maw wide, molten breath gathering in its throat like a storm. Althea ducked beneath the swing of a lava-soaked tail, her boots skidding across the fractured rock.

"Little busy, boss!" she snapped over comms.

"Hold position," Nioh replied calmly. "I’m lowering the heat now."

From his station on the eastern flank, Nioh twisted the control ring on the Cryo Binder. Pulses of deep blue energy rolled out, pushing back the wave of ambient heat. It wouldn’t extinguish the magma entirely, but it slowed the dragon’s recharge and forced its internal core to flicker.

Steam blasted from its wounds. Althea’s earlier hits were now pressing into critical thresholds.

Then Nioh dropped to a knee again, slamming his palm into the cooled obsidian and activating a secondary module from his biocore.

Sonic Resonance Mode.

Vibrations spiked through the air, barely audible to the untrained ear but lethal to monsters with heightened sensory input. The Larva Dragon reeled. Its molten pupils contracted as the low-frequency wave carved through its skull like a bell tolling the end.

The beast screamed. More instinct than intent. It turned violently toward Nioh’s ridge.

That was the cue.

Althea launched forward.

"Now!"

She sprinted low, blade trailing behind her, biocore flaring as the Cryo Breaker surged with concentrated chill. Nioh’s sonic strike had thrown the dragon off balance. Its guard dropped. Its focus fractured.

She saw it. The exposed flesh under the left jaw, where a previous wound had failed to scab over.

Althea leapt.

Time slowed.

Midair, her body twisted. Arms locked the Cryo Breaker into a perfect downward arc. Her eyes narrowed behind the visor. Her heart was calm.

She drove the blade deep into the dragon’s throat, right under the jawline.

The beast convulsed violently.

A hiss of steam erupted in every direction as the cryo edge pierced its lava ducts. The freezing metal seized its internal vents on contact. The glow from its chest dimmed. Its limbs jerked erratically.

And that’s when Akron moved.

"Get clear," he muttered.

Althea kicked off the dragon’s falling body and landed beside Nioh.

Akron ran forward. Bare fists. No armor. No hesitation. The ground cracked beneath his sprint. His biocore flared white-hot, not with fire but with kinetic density. His muscles coiled like loaded anchors, his skin shimmering with the force of focused gravity.

He didn’t leap.

He stepped into the strike. One clean, monstrous uppercut aimed at the base of the dragon’s jaw.

A sonic boom followed.

The Larva Dragon’s skull shattered on impact. Flames and molten matter erupted from the sides of its face. Its head snapped backward, neck twisting at a sickening angle. Then the body collapsed entirely, shaking the ridge with its weight.

Silence fell.

Dust. Heat.

Then only breath.

Akron stood over the dragon’s ruined corpse, chest rising and falling in steady, slow intervals. The glow around his fists flickered, then dimmed. One step back. Then two. He rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck with a satisfied grunt.

Behind him, Althea dropped to a knee, panting. Her blade still hummed as residual cryo hissed off the melted stone.

"Okay," she breathed. "Someone’s gonna have to carry me back."

Nioh walked over, exhaling as he let the Cryo Binder cool. Its function shut down with a soft whir.

"Thirty seconds left on Magnus’s field. We timed that perfectly."

Akron grinned and finally let out a breath. "Not bad for a noble."

Althea smirked from the ground. "Not bad for a hammer."

They looked around the crater.

The Molten Maw, for the first time in decades, was silent.

The hunt was over.

And they had won.

Or so they thought.

The dragon’s body began to tremble.

Nioh’s eyes narrowed. "Back up," he ordered sharply, already scanning the readouts on his visor. "Magnetic flux is rising. Field distortion... it’s evolving."

The Larva Dragon’s body surged. Plates of obsidian split apart. Magma spilled in controlled bursts as its core shifted. Lava spiraled along its limbs. Its spine cracked open, revealing glowing glyphs carved by the intensity of mutation.

"Rank Six," Nioh muttered. "Everyone, go all out. Now."

Akron stepped forward, slamming her palms together. Her core lit up, and her body unraveled into a kaleidoscope of kinetic threads. Thin green and brown lines danced around her limbs as plates of earthy armor extended from her spine and wove together with elegant efficiency.

The transformation was not bulky, but refined. Her mecha form bore a thin, feminine silhouette, built for evasive movements and rapid strikes. Her faceplate resembled a leaf, etched with fractal patterns. Her arms extended into kinetic bracers glowing with emerald energy.

Althea’s form soared through the air, dissolving into crystal ribbons before coalescing into a single massive sword. Akron caught it with one fluid motion. The cryo blade pulsed in her grip, humming with stored elemental fury.

Nioh’s mech was different.

He didn’t roar or posture. He simply disappeared into his own shadow. When he reappeared, his body was sleek, black like space metal, cut with razor edges of gold. No excess armor. No glowing insignias. Just precision incarnate. Every step he took folded the ground beneath him into geometric shards.

Magnetic wings unfolded along his back, forming halo-like rings that spun in opposite directions. His hands activated thousands of floating needles, each tuned to manipulate gravity, pressure, or phase energy.

He raised his head, visor scanning for weak points.

"Target locked. Begin suppression."

Then they charged.

The Larva Dragon launched first. Its tail snapped across the crater like a whip of lava, sending molten rocks in every direction. Akron spun, deflecting the blow with Althea’s blade. The impact cracked the earth, but the cryo energy absorbed most of the heat.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

Akron weaved through the dragon’s strikes. Her green-blurred form leapt up the cliff face, then spiraled down in an overhead slash. She drove Althea deep into the dragon’s shoulder, ice exploding outward in a shockwave of frost.

The beast roared in pain and hurled a wave of molten breath toward her.

But Nioh was there.

He dropped from the sky like a bullet, arms outstretched. Magnetic fields collapsed the air itself, bending the stream of lava sideways into a self-contained spiral. In a blink, his drones fired plasma needles into the dragon’s underbelly, puncturing its vent lines and destabilizing its balance.

"Left flank exposed. Akron, now!"

Akron kicked off the crater wall, propelling herself in a blur. She twisted mid-air and hurled Althea like a javelin. The cryo blade pierced the left wing, locking into the bone.

The dragon roared in pain. But it retaliated.

It twisted its body unnaturally, snapping a spine-like appendage from its back and impaling the ground. A wave of red-hot glyphs burst outward, disrupting the field around them.

Nioh’s systems blinked.

"Phase disruption. Field’s going chaotic."

He vanished, then reappeared behind the dragon’s head. His arms formed twin electromagnetic spears. He drove them into the base of the creature’s skull, sending pulses into its core to fry its evolution protocol.

The dragon shrieked. It twisted back. Its tail caught Nioh mid-air and hurled him into a mountain wall. Stone cracked. Metal groaned. He slid to the ground, smoke rising from his joints.

"Still alive," he muttered. "Keep going."

Akron caught Althea once more, gripping her hilt with both hands. The blade pulsed in sync with her breath.

"Ready?" she whispered in her mind.

"Always," Althea replied.

Together, they surged forward, dodging magma geysers and flaming spikes. Akron leapt high. Too high for the dragon to react in time.

She brought Althea down in a two-handed arc.

But just before the impact, Nioh reappeared beneath the dragon’s chest and formed a temporal lock field.

"Now!"

Akron struck.

Althea’s cryo blade drove straight into the core. The frozen light exploded from within, tearing through the dragon’s internal structure. The magma stilled. The glyphs died. Its four eyes cracked like glass.

With a low, guttural exhale, the Larva Dragon fell.

Its body hit the ground in slow motion, breaking into obsidian fragments. Magma bled away like lifeblood. Silence rolled across the Molten Maw once more.

The mechas stood amidst the ashes.

Althea reverted, collapsing into Akron’s arms with a groggy groan. Nioh limped over, sparks dancing across his shoulder.

No words.

Just the weight of victory.

And the knowledge that something had forced that dragon to evolve.