Beast Hack: Customizing Beasts and Capturing Beauties-Chapter 363: Tentacles, Teeth, Blood Mist

Victor's lips curled into a sneer.

"So you got bigger. Congratulations."

"But bulk and glow don't change the outcome. You're still prey."

Nyxfang's jaws snapped shut with a guttural growl.

Its muscles bulged and its body shook with rage.

Its eyes locked on Loxen.

The new, monstrous form stood still and confident.

And it charged again.

Mid-sprint, Nyxfang's body pulsed violently.

Its veins flared red and black.

Then—

Crimson Nerve Pulse.

A blast of bio-electric energy exploded from its core.

The wave shot across the land, tearing apart the spiritual field.

Every lesser beast in the area instinctively flinched.

Then—

Viral Bloodcloud.

Nyxfang roared and unleashed a cloud of blood-mist, corrupted and weaponized.

It spread fast, coating the battlefield with a special red mist.

It was laced with neurotoxins, illusion-inducing spores, and hallucinogenic agents.

From a safe zone in the distance, Fiona's voice cut through the static.

"Holy crap—Nyxfang just melted the field! That blood mist—do you see that red fog?

"I don't know what it does, but it must be so horrifying."

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But Loxen didn't fall.

It stood in the center of the blood mist, not flinching at all.

Then… it smirked.

Its chest glowed.

Liquid silver began pouring from its core.

The fluid wrapped around its limbs.

Its tail.

Its back.

Its head.

Flowing into armor.

Seamless plates of glowing silver formed across its body.

Fluid, reactive and alive.

Victor's smirk disappeared.

"…What?"

Nyxfang growled—enraged.

It triggered Aberrant Limb Bloom.

Tentacle-like limbs burst from its sides and spine.

Hooked claws and needle-like blades swiping in a storm of mutated rage.

The tendrils struck.

They pierced forward, fast, brutal—

And collided against Loxen's silver armor.

But Loxen didn't move.

Didn't flinch.

It raised one massive silver-plated paw—

And grabbed the tentacles.

In one smooth motion, it yanked hard.

Nyxfang's mutated limbs screamed as its entire body was pulled upward.

Loxen smirked.

It brought the tentacles down, bringing Nyxfang down.

SLAM.

Loxen smashed Nyxfang into the ground.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

The ground shattered beneath the force.

Cracks spidered through the earth with each impact.

Victor frowned.

"Damn it—again?!"

But Nyxfang wasn't dying.

Thanks to Bio-Adaptive Regeneration, its grotesque muscles began to bulge.

Flesh reinforcing under the punishment.

Its skeletal frame shifted, thicker plating forming along its spine and chest.

Yet something was wrong.

Even with Bloodseeker Intelligence, the beast couldn't predict or calculate.

Loxen… was unreadable.

It hadn't used a single signature technique.

Just movement.

Fluid, brutal, and controlled.

Nyxfang lashed out again, trying to bite.

Nothing.

It couldn't even trigger Hemovore Burst.

Loxen had no blood.

Only a silver water body.

Nyxfang stumbled back.

It tried to slip away—phase into a shadow.

Voidstalker Predation activated.

But—

Nothing.

The battlefield was still caught in morning light.

The sun had only just cleared the ridge.

Too little shadow.

Nyxfang snarled and slammed its claws into the dirt—but there was no answer.

Its body was made for countering aggression.

The more fierce, the more powerful it became.

But Loxen wasn't fierce.

It was unpredictable.

Worse than a predator.

Nyxfang paused.

For the first time, it looked uncertain.

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Loxen stood still.

It watched Nyxfang carefully—unmoving, silent.

The abomination growled low, not in triumph but in hesitation.

Loxen's shoulders shifted.

Liquid silver flowed upward, shaping two heavy-caliber machine guns.

Victor's eyes twitched.

"What the hell is that?"

Loxen raised both guns.

They spun once, synced, then unleashed a storm of silver bullets.

BRRRT—BRRRT—

Nyxfang's head snapped up as the first wave of rounds shredded the ground.

The beast lunged sideways, its claws tearing trenches in the dirt, but it wasn't fast enough.

Crack!

A round smashed into its front left leg. Ice burst across the joint.

Nyxfang snarled, stumbled, slammed down its other limbs to hold its weight.

Its frozen leg refused to respond.

Loxen took another step forward.

Another burst fired.

Thud!

A bullet punched into Nyxfang's side.

Ice cracked outward along its ribs, spreading with unnatural speed.

Victor barked. "Move, damn it!"

Nyxfang let out a furious roar and slammed both claws into the ground.

Heat surged from within its body as new glands expanded near its lungs and spine.

Gene Surge Feedback triggered.

Frost hissed from his body as his cells burst and reformed—sacrificing defense for sheer thermal output.

Its eyes locked on Loxen.

Victor growled through clenched teeth.

"Target acquired. Erase it."

Nyxfang reared back.

Its jaws opened wider than before, the skin at the corners splitting clean.

Its four-way maw unhinged fully, revealing rows of twitching bone fangs.

Mawsplit Overdrive activated.

Victor shouted, stepping forward. "Now! Kill that thing!"

Nyxfang launched.

Loxen stayed exactly where it was.

Tendrils exploded from Nyxfang's back, blade-tipped and twitching.

They whipped outward in mid-air as it lunged, mouth open, claws stretched.

It was done waiting.

If it couldn't read Loxen's strategy, then it didn't need to.

"Then I'll just swallow you whole."

Nyxfang dove through the remnants of scattered shadow.

Leaping from one stretch of shade to the next.

Even with limited coverage, the beast forced its body through.

Its four-fold maw widened even further, fangs dripping.

They locked into devouring formation.

Loxen still hadn't moved.

Nyxfang didn't question it.

Didn't need to.

It believed it would end everything in one bite.

Then—Nyxfang crossed the final meter.

It lunged forward—

Jaws snapping wide enough to consume a Sovereign whole—

And then—it froze.

A pulse of light flickered in front of its eyes.

Loxen's mouth had opened—not in a snarl… but to reveal a weapon.

From deep inside its throat.

A rotating silver cannon formed directly within its chest cavity and throat tunnel.

It was aimed straight down the middle of Nyxfang's charge.

Loxen smirked, eyes glowing with steady, predatory focus.

"You lose."

The cannon surged.

BOOM.

A column of compressed silver energy burst outward at point-blank range.

It engulfed Nyxfang's entire head and upper chest in one shot.