Transformers Beast Wars Cybershark 소설 & 이야기

They carried long-barreled rifles that fired Magnetic Resonance Harpoons, not lead. A voice boomed from a hidden speaker. It sounded synthetic and emotionless. "Subject 0-Alpha and Subject 0-Healer, you are in violation of the Bio-Security Act. Power down your internal signatures and prepare for containment. Resistance will lead to the immediate use of the Neuro-Shatter frequency." "Neuro-Shatter," Elara whispered, her face pale. "Volkov mentioned it. It's a frequency tuned to the shifter nervous system. It doesn't kill... it just disconnects the wolf from the mind. It turns us into 'husks.'"

Cynosore surged the ground order use, forgoing jagged heaps of metal to shoot upward at us. Netalie justared her hands to freeze time fist enough to make her charge at Cynosore. As she jumped away from the rising metallic hazards, Netalie crested a battle axe as she made it close enough to lay a killing strike on carrie. But the cybernetic implants in Carrie’s body began to glow, forcing her from the time hault and allowing her to fire an ultra focused polarity beam that tore through Netalie’s armour and pushed to the ground. The ok piercing the ground next to her as her time hault dissipitated.

In the meantime, the arena was being modified so that it could withstand the scale of the incoming battles. Matthew was happy since he was able to reunite with Isaac, an old friend, and also meet someone new who hung out with him, Afro Joss. According to Isaac, Afro was an Ace ranked Hunter who was also a war general of the Shark clan during the Scarlett War. The man was more than two metres tall with short black hair and grey skin. He said that he can grow larger if he’s underwater and become more shark-like in appearance.

Both of their weapons wrapped the serpecydsises. "All yours," Chadd says, he and Clementine handing Shocker their weapons. With both wires in Shocker's hand, I watch as he starts to glow. Lightings pour out of him, forcing both Chadd and Clementine back. The lightings pour out from Shocker and onto his metal arms. It travels from his arms onto the wires, and into the serpecydsises. "Shocking," I say as I watch both serpecydsises light up and shake. They hiss as they fry before falling to the ground. Smoking when they do, I look over at the three.

"The girl is corrupted data. She is no longer fit for the Breeding Program. And the Donor... kill him. We don't need a Beast that thinks it's a man." --- ### The Rejection The soldiers stepped forward. But they didn't raise rifles. I watched in silent, paralyzed horror as their bodies began to buckle and snap. It was the sound of dry wood breaking. Their spines elongated, their clothes tearing as thick, coarse fur erupted from their pores. These weren't the "Enforcers" of the digital world. These were the **War-Hounds** of the real 2026. They were wolves the size of small cars, their breath hot and smelling of raw copper.

It was chained to the rock with massive, glowing runes—Taoist binding spells that had been corrupted by time. "Subject 004-Delta," Caleb’s voice shifted slightly, the analytical tone of the AI blending seamlessly with his own observations. "Designation: The Cinder-Husk. Status: Dormant. Threat Level: Extreme." "It's not just dormant," Scarlett whispered, pulling out her jade brush. "It's suffering. Look at the chains. They aren't holding it; they're feeding on it. This thing is a living battery." "Then we put it out of its misery," Caleb said. He didn't transform into his wolf form. Instead, he simply took off his jacket, revealing the intricate, silver tattoos that now covered his arms—the