Biocores: The Legendary Weapon Designer-Chapter 102: Dragon as a Mount

The glow from the Heart pulsed like a heartbeat through every conduit of Obsidian Gate. Magnus’s new command center had become a hive of scientists, engineers, and shard analysts, all bent over consoles and test rigs. At the center of the main chamber the Heart itself sat in a reinforced cradle, electrodes and nano-membrane injectors attached in a lattice around its crystalline surface.

Nioh stood before it, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the three holoscreens. He had spent days fine-tuning the harmonic resonance arrays that would coax the ancient dragon’s biocore back to life. Now, with a final nod to the team, he keyed the activation sequence.

Each injector released a tailored nanite swarm that bonded to the Sangrine crystals. The aether-driven bots formed micro-circuits, linking the crystal’s electrochemical pathways to external power nodes. Nioh opened a control panel and began to modulate the frequencies.

Nioh stood at the central hub, fingers dancing across his interface. The principle was simple, in theory:

The dragon’s biocore operated like a harmonic reservoir—storing energy in song-like pulses, broadcasting it into the Sangrine veins across the Maw. If they could tune the lattice to its core wavelength—somewhere between 3.6 and 3.8 Terahertz—they could simulate the memory of its awakening moment.

A frequency not heard in 10,000 years.

"Activating shell-layer analyzers," Althea said.

Magnus stood near the base of the dragon’s spine, armored to the teeth, helmet retracted. He was already wired in—his own biocore syncing with the secondary systems. Magnus’s railgun matrix, an unstable but powerful symbiosis of ionized particles and magnetic pulse coils, was dangerous even in standby mode.

But today, it was essential.

"You sure the dragon’s not gonna see him as a threat?" Akron muttered.

"Magnus’s biocore emits a directed burst pattern," Nioh replied. "Like a predator’s heartbeat. Aggressive, but predictable. If we anchor it into the feedback loop at the right moment... it won’t provoke the dragon."

"It’ll pacify it?"

"No," Nioh corrected, smiling faintly. "It’ll respect him."

The first pulse was soft. A low resonant tone that rolled through the cavern like distant thunder. The Heart’s surface tremored. Sangrine veins flickered with life. Then Nioh ramped up the amplitude. Vibrations soared, filling every crystal lattice with coherent energy. The dragon’s pulse accelerated.

Althea and Akron stood at secondary stations nearby. Althea monitored cryo-coolant flows to keep the Heart from melting outright. Akron read the power levels feeding the railgun array that Magnus would use to anchor himself to the beast once it clove free of stone.

Magnus himself arrived, his railgun gauntlet humming with calibration energy. He keyed into Nioh’s private comms.

"Ready on my end," he said.

Nioh gave a sharp nod. "Hold. Harmonize in three... two... one." He struck a tuning crystal with a silver rod. A perfect C-tone shattered into the room and the Heart quivered.

Suddenly the electrodes sparked. The dragon’s fossilized jaw cracked wide as ancient bone cracked free. A deep groan echoed as the creature flexed stone-hard wings. The Vega Grid electrified, mapping emergent neural circuits as they reconnected. The Heart convulsed, and for a moment every monitor spat out error alarms. It had nearly rejected the reanimation.

They launched the first wave of resonance waves at 0600.

Each harmonic emitter rang like a bell, echoing through the molten cavern. The Maw responded—the lava trembled, walls hummed in response. On the third pulse, the dragon twitched. A ripple passed through the Sangrine crust, and several engineers backed away instinctively.

"She’s listening," Nioh whispered.

Magnus’s railgun core surged—his body glowed faintly, the pressure around him shifting. Tiny blue arcs danced across the dragon’s spine. Something ancient, slumbering, turned toward the disturbance in the dark.

Now came the dangerous part.

The Conduction Link

Using Magnus’s bioelectric pattern as a stable tether, Nioh opened the Conduction Link—a neural bridge between himself and the biocore embedded inside the dragon. This was where theory ended and madness began. Most neural links were forged with engineered cores bred for resonance compatibility.

This thing was prehistoric.

It didn’t just store memory—it was memory. A living archive of war, extinction, and rebirth.

When Nioh touched the interface, time folded.

He saw fire. Cities of obsidian. Armored gods on the backs of thunder-scaled dragons. Civilizations shattered beneath a thousand wings.

And in the center of it all: The Heart Witch.

Its original name was long lost. But its final command, etched into the crust of its mind, still echoed:

Defend the Core. Sleep until summoned. Burn those who forget.

Nioh’s mind buckled. His harmonic field surged out of sync. Lights across the camp exploded. A tremor cracked the lower platform.

"Kill the link!" Althea screamed.

But Nioh couldn’t pull away.

He was spiraling—his voice lost in static, blood dripping from his nose. The harmonic wave inside his skull was fracturing like glass.

And then... it stabilized.

In the chaos, a soft light blinked from Nioh’s back-mounted rig.

Ekoh

The small crystal fragment embedded into his brain began pulsing with a frequency too low for sensors. It didn’t scream or shatter or retaliate—it simply sang. A gentle counter-hum that synchronized with the fractured wave patterns like a tuning fork dropped into a storm.

The spiral ended. The rage within the Heart Witch slowed.

And Nioh stood straight again, eyes clear, breath shaking.

"She... she doesn’t want to die down here," he whispered.

Ekoh blinked once. Quietly. Then dimmed.

No one noticed. Not yet.

Then everything stilled.

The dragon lay quiet. It breathed an icy plume of gas in the sealed chamber.

Nioh exhaled. "It’s alive."

The surrounding scientists cheered. But the moment was tenuous. The dragon’s body trembled as if waking from a millennia-long slumber. Its pulse surged again—stronger, more erratic.

Magnus stepped forward. He slid on the railgun gauntlet then placed a gauss tether around his forearm. "Time to test the bond."

He raised the gauntlet and fired a concentrated rail shot into the Heart’s core. The blast tore through crystallized tissue but did not shatter it. Instead it fused the micromembranes more deeply, forging a conductive link between dragon and railgun. Magnus staggered but held his ground as the energy feedback settled.

Nioh murmured, "Bio-electric homeostasis."

The dragon hissed, coiling its limbs, and its eyes—four of them now glowing emerald green—fixed on Magnus. A low growl reverberated under the crystalline roof.

Nioh tapped a control pad. The harmonic arrays shifted to a calming frequency, a gentle lull that mimicked the dragon’s own infancy pulses.

The creature’s body relaxed in response. Its wings folded halfway, its head dropped in a gesture of submission.

"That’s our leash," Nioh said quietly.

A cheer rose from the operatives. But the team held back, knowing the leash was only as strong as its master’s control.

Magnus blinked. He approached, voice steady. "I am your Rider now," he intoned.

The dragon lifted its great head and exhaled a plume of chilled steam, a sign of acceptance.

By first light, the operation had shifted from revival to conquest. The lanes of molten rock had been bridged with reinforced platforms. Conveyor arrays carried newly mined mineral ore back to Aspar for refinement. Prospecting mechs drilled deeper into the cooled veins. Every team member knew their share of the profit.

Magnus stood on the highest platform, the dragon—now dubbed Heartwing—at his side. Its obsidian scales had partially flaked away, revealing repaired muscle and crystalline growth. It bore the gauss tether across its chest like a ceremonial chains.

Nioh joined him, battered but triumphant. He placed a hand on the dragon’s flank, feeling the steady hum of bioelectric energy. "Harmonic feedback is stable." He turned to Magnus. "Your mount is live and responding. We can ride out tomorrow."

Magnus nodded. "I want you to have your forty million credits by tonight. You earned it."

Nioh managed a wry smile. "We’ll take payment in ore shares."

Akron and Althea arrived, shoulders squared, that old camaraderie shining in their eyes. They had cleared the southern vents for drilling and secured a new vein of bioluminescent crystal that would fetch a fortune.

Magnus held up a gauntlet. "Gentlemen, lady," he said, "meet your new safeguard."

He slipped into Heartwing’s tether. The Gauss field hummed, and rails of magnetic coils along the dragon’s neck glowed to life. Magnus gave a sharp whistle. The creature flexed and then leapt into the air, wings beating a thunderous rhythm. Heat and crystal dust trailed behind like a storm.

They watched as Heartwing ascended above the crater, then soared across the skyline, mapping new territory in sweeping arcs. Below them, the conquest continued—platforms extended, survey drones scouted, miners chiseled ore.

Discovery and riches streamed in by the hour.

Althea leaned over the railing. "Never thought I’d see a dragon as a transport."

Akron cracked his knuckles. "Wait until you see its speed."

Nioh watched Heartwing’s silhouette against the rising sun. His biocore whispered softly through Ekoh’s presence, a subtle reminder of the power they had harnessed, and the responsibility they now carried.

He whispered back: Come what may, we keep the rhythm.

And deep within the dragon’s crystalline heart a new song began to play—one of duty, conquest, and uncharted power.

The Molten Maw had been reclaimed.