Biocores: The Legendary Weapon Designer-Chapter 50: Ekoh’s Mecha form

A thunderous stomp from the GyroShark sent shockwaves through the battlefield, shaking the earth and launching torrents of water in all directions. The surging waves crashed into Cryo’s mech, momentarily distorting his vision. Amidst the chaos, a barrage of high-speed water projectiles pierced through his defense perimeter, slipping past his icy fortifications—and struck Patrix.

Patrix’s mecha, built for brute strength, absorbed the impact, but the assault left him momentarily staggered—just enough for the GyroShark to seize its opening. With a deafening chomp, its reinforced metallic jaws clamped down on the mech’s shoulder, ripping away a massive chunk of armor before hurling Patrix through the air like a discarded ragdoll.

With its prey disabled, the beast immediately locked onto Cryo, its piercing gaze fixating on the now-exposed artillery-class mech. It lunged. The ocean itself seemed to roar in its wake, a monstrous force bearing down on Cryo with unstoppable ferocity.

Cryo’s systems screamed warnings. He had nowhere to run. His mech—designed for long-range engagements—was utterly unsuited for close combat. Desperation took hold. Instinctively, he conjured a massive ice wall, a last-ditch effort to slow the incoming catastrophe.

It wasn’t enough.

The GyroShark shattered through the barrier like glass, the fragments scattering in all directions. Cryo’s mech curled in on itself, bracing for impact— but the fatal blow never came.

A flash of gold and black split the battlefield.

Between Cryo and the GyroShark stood an unknown mech,

A six-meter-tall war mecha with an ultra-sleek yet powerful exoskeletal frame, constructed from advanced nano-alloy plating.

Its jet-black armor is accented with intricate gold circuit-like engravings that pulsed with raw energy.

The mechanical design follows near-divine proportions, with reinforced servos and adaptive plating that shift subtly with each calculated movement. A single, curved horn atop its angular helmet emits a radiant golden glow, serving as both a sensor array and an energy conduit.

The massive GyroShark strained against it, teeth grinding against the reinforced blade, but the mysterious mech did not budge. The battlefield fell silent for the briefest moment.

The standstill lasted only a few seconds—just enough for both sides to measure each other’s strength.

Inside the black mech, Nioh gritted his teeth, wrestling against the controls. The sheer force of the GyroShark’s power pressed down on him like a tidal wave.

"This beast is too strong... I can’t hold it for much longer," he grunted.

Beside him, Ekoh was locked in concentration, manipulating gravity waves to counterbalance the shark’s overwhelming strength.

"Then switch to offense," Ekoh suggested.

Nioh didn’t hesitate. In a fluid motion, he disengaged and leapt backward. His scythe pulsed—a brilliant glow erupting along its curved blade.

A single swing.

From the arc of his weapon, crescent-shaped shockwaves shot forward, razor-sharp distortions of compressed sound. Each slash carved through the air, howling as they sliced toward the GyroShark.

Nioh kept his distance, weaving through the battlefield, leading the beast away from Cryo while keeping constant pressure on it.

"Retrieve Patrix and fall back," Nioh commanded over the open comms.

Cryo obeyed without hesitation. Patrix lay unconscious, half his body trapped beneath jagged debris. His mech had reverted—his metamorphosis undone—leaving him completely exposed.

Cryo rushed forward, clearing the wreckage with precise, calculated movements. Within moments, he had Patrix in his grasp and immediately retreated to safety.

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Disappointment settled over the audience as the realization dawned—they had no chance.

Or so it seemed.

Cyanide had finally arrived. His screen displayed Nioh’s black mech skillfully maneuvering through the rubble, keeping the GyroShark engaged.

"How can I help?" Cyanide asked over the comms.

"Keep it in place," Nioh replied.

"On it."

Without hesitation, Cyanide’s mech launched forward.

His machine was built for speed and precision—a sleek frame coated in a serpentine green sheen, its limbs extending into razor-thin thrusters that ignited the moment he moved.

In an instant, his form blurred, vanishing between the jagged remains of the battlefield.

The GyroShark barely had time to react before a faint green mist began spreading around it.

Cyanide wasn’t attacking directly. Instead, he was weaving around the battlefield at blistering speed, circling the beast in a tight, deliberate pattern. His thrusters expelled a specialized toxic compound with every movement, leaving behind a thin, almost imperceptible veil of poisonous vapor.

Each pass thickened the deadly cloud.

The vortex took form—a swirling storm of toxic mist. The moment the GyroShark noticed, it let out an instinctive growl and tried to lunge away.

But Cyanide had already anticipated that.

He made one final pass, tightening the radius of the vortex. The sudden acceleration forced the air currents into a cyclone, rapidly drawing the toxic gas inward.

The GyroShark hesitated—its instincts screaming danger.

Then it made its fatal mistake.

It tried to retreat.

" Oh no you don’t " Nioh barked again. As he moved to block the retreat path. Staggering the beast with fast attacks.

Cryo and Patrix, who had retreated earlier, listened intently to the comms, waiting for their moment to strike.

Without hesitation, Cryo raised both hands, and a massive ice spear began to take form, its surface jagged with razor-sharp ridges. Frost crackled in the air, chilling the battlefield as the weapon solidified.

Patrix, standing beside him, flexed his ever-expanding, muscle-bound frame, his mecha thrumming with sheer power. He gripped the spear, veins of energy coursing through his arm as he reeled back, preparing to throw.

Then, in a single, explosive motion—

He launched it.

The air howled as the ice spear tore through the battlefield, moving at a speed that sent a shockwave rippling outward. A suffocating killing intent filled the air, so intense that even distant watchers felt a chill run down their spines.

The GyroShark barely had time to react before the spear slammed into its massive body, impaling it to the ground with an earth-shaking crash.

The ice spread instantly, freezing over the ruins, creeping across the shark’s metallic flesh like a hungry frost.

At that moment, the swirling poison storm reached its peak, enclosing the battlefield in a deadly cyclone of toxic mist.

From the outer ring of battle, Nioh let out a thunderous scream. A concentrated blast of sound waves roared outward, compressing the swirling poison and forcing it inward, suffocating the trapped beast under the sheer weight of venom and ice.

The battlefield fell silent for a fraction of a second. Was this going to be enough to stop the beast.

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The world stood still.

The poison storm raged on, a swirling vortex of death closing in on the mangled beast. Silence gripped the millions of viewers, all holding their breath, waiting—hoping—for the feral biocore to finally succumb to its wounds.

Nioh stood firm, his jet-black mecha glowing with pulsating golden veins. His entire focus was on controlling the poison’s flow, weaving it with the vibrations of his sound waves, tightening the storm’s grip around the GyroShark.

Then—

"Not good," Ekoh’s voice crackled through the comms, sharp with urgency.

A moment later, the storm shattered.

A deafening, primal roar erupted from within, so loud that it sent a shockwave rippling outward, blasting apart the poisonous cyclone in a violent detonation.

BOOM!

The force tore through the battlefield, sending both Nioh and Cyanide flying like ragdolls. Their mechas crashed against the ruined terrain, metal screeching on impact.

The smoke began to clear.

And then—the nightmare emerged.

The GyroShark stood tall, its skin corroded and peeling, patches of its biomechanical frame burned black from the toxins. Its body was mangled beyond recognition, deep gouges carved into its monstrous flesh, one eye completely melted away—

Yet it still radiated power.

Raw. Unyielding. Overwhelming.

A collective gasp rippled through the live chat.

Nioh, barely recovering from the explosion, lifted his head just in time to see Cyanide’s collapsed, unresponsive. freewebnøvel.com

He was alone. Alone against the feral biocore.