Void Beetle Evolution Guide

The black line seemed to have penetrated into Ash's body, moving rapidly under the skin and moving toward the center of the body. Ash pressed her hand on the blood vessels, trying to stop it from moving inside the body, but it didn't work at all. Then she put the ice bow against her arm, but it still couldn't stop the black line from moving.

"I think I've figured it out. This black ice is like dormant insect eggs. It's no different from true ice at normal times, but once it senses the warm breath of life, the void matter stored in it will immediately wake up and drill into the host's body." Crazy Hunter explained.

True ice, which contains the power of ancient elements, is harder than steel and never melts. Even if placed in the hottest furnace, it is still freezing. The power of the observer is terrifying enough to be able to corrode such a strange thing.

"What will happen in the end?!" Seeing Ashe's look of help, Kaisa asked in an anxious tone.

"I don't know, but it's definitely not a good thing."

"Help her!"

"Just proceed according to the original plan, but we have to speed up."

After listening to the solution proposed by the Wild Hunt, Kaisa fell into deep thought. She originally wanted to explain it to Ashe and give her a few days to think it over before making a decision.

But the incident happened suddenly, completely disrupting her plan. At this moment, she had to say to Ash with a serious look: "Aishe, there is a way to save you now, but it requires you to make certain sacrifices and be aware of it."

Hearing this, Ash was slightly startled and said with a wry smile: "You guys saved my life. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I would still be kept in the dark."Mei, I am in this world, there is no forest, there is no sky...

"I have to introduce you to the Wild Hunt, the armor I wear... He is the source of my power, and he also told me the hidden truth."

Kai'Sa's recommendation made the Wild Hunt want to laugh but dare not. It can be heard that she was still reluctant to share the Wild Hunt with others. She almost described him as a terrible curse.

"...Wild Hunt? And then what?" Ashe was stunned for a moment. This name reminded her of the name of a terrifying monster in the legend.

"As long as you are willing to let the Wild Hunt live in you, he will allow you to use the power of the skin armor, and the erosion of the black ice can be easily resolved. Moreover, you can use his power to resist Lissandra's army and even conquer Botier... To be honest, we have been looking for an Iceborn who is willing to join us. Only in this way can Botier completely submit."

Ashe listened carefully, and a strange expression gradually appeared on her face. What Kassadin just said sounded like a serious problem, but upon closer inspection, it was all free benefits without any disadvantages.

"Isn't there a price to pay?"

"Generation...price?! What price?!" Kassa said in panic.

Of course there is a price to pay. It's not like Kassadin hasn't seen the Wild Hunt torturing their disobedient followers before, but that was only the first time they saw it. But how can she tell this kind of thing...and the Wild Hunt has always been very friendly to those who are obedient. For example, Taliyah's evaluation of him is completely positive.

"Don't you want me to do something?" Seeing Kai'Sa hesitating, Ashe knew something was wrong. But she thought Kai'Sa wouldn't hurt her, and if it was just a small price, she could still accept it.

"Yes, it is just a small matter. If you are willing to accept it, he wants you to try to see if you can use your ice blood to restore the black ice to true ice."

Chapter 243 Women Are Like Wine

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Hearing Kaisa's question, Ashe couldn't help but take a deep breath of cold air and felt her breath become hot.

True Ice is the treasure that every Iceborn warrior dreams of all his life. It is like a hero's sword, a symbol of glory and power, so the more you have, the better.

However, the rarity of True Ice is also well-known. All the True Ice weapons that exist in the world are sacred relics, all of which are inherited from ancient Iceborn heroes.

Only a few people, like Ashe, find True Ice weapons in the tombs of ancient heroes. Most people's True Ice weapons are basically passed down from their ancestors or captured from wars. They do not appear out of thin air.

As for black ice, although it was the first time Ashe had seen it, judging from the fact that Lissandra sent out so many troops strengthened with black ice at one time, it is not difficult to imagine that its reserves should far exceed those of True Ice.

If the Wild Hunt could really turn decay into magic, and transform the corrupted Black Ice back into pure and flawless True Ice, Ashe would feel extremely honored and would be willing to devote herself to this great cause like a moth to a flame.

"If I can restore Black Ice to True Ice, I'm willing to help." Ashe said firmly. Her words were full of enthusiasm and responsibility. But as soon as she finished speaking, she frowned slightly, a trace of worry flashed in her eyes, and her tone unconsciously sank: "However, the technique of making True Ice weapons has long been lost. Even if we restore True Ice, we have no way to turn them into weapons that can kill the enemy in battle."

"Have you forgotten? We planned to go to Luxiang from the beginning." Kassa reminded.Mei, I am empty and I don't have Lin Youyong...

"Heatland? You mean... go find Ornn and ask him to teach us how to forge True Ice weapons?" A glimmer of hope flashed in Ashe's eyes, then she shook her head again, "But he has been hiding in Hearthland and never shows up easily. No one has seen him for a long, long time."

"Leave it to us to figure out how to get into Hearthland. As for whether you can convince Ornn to help you, that depends on your own ability."

"In that case, I must make this trip!"

Kaisa's promise gave Ashe full of expectations. Faced with this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, she did not hesitate for too long and agreed decisively.

Only by doing your best and leaving the rest to fate can you live up to yourself.

"Then let's get started."

When Ashe put down her ice bow, Kaisa put her hand on her shoulder. As their bodies came into contact, the armor separated a part of her gray-white biomass from her body, which moved like a tide and reshaped itself on Ashe.

Seeing this strange scene, Ash's eyes widened immediately. The style of the living skin armor was still too shocking for her. Living in this land covered with snow all year round, she rarely saw even insects. Now the insect armor that was constantly wriggling and changing in front of her made her feel terrified.

The Void Skin Armor spread over Ashe's skin, dissolving and swallowing all the clothes it touched along the way, leaving nothing behind. Then it replaced them and formed a second layer of skin that adhered closely to the body surface.

As the world runes continue to provide the source of life, the upper limit of the skin armor that can be split at the same time by the Wild Hunt is also increasing. As long as the frequency of taming followers does not exceed once a week, there is no need to worry about exceeding the limit.

Countless tiny synapses quietly stretched out and gently bit into Ashe's neck, establishing a mental link. Like everyone else in the past, she instinctively resisted and guarded the integrity of her sovereignty.

"Don't resist." The Wild Hunt's voice sounded in Ashe's mind for the first time. It was low and rough but not fierce, which made her feel at ease.

She took a deep breath of cold air to calm herself down, and obediently stopped resisting, allowing the consciousness of the wild hunter to penetrate into her mind and take root deeply.

As the neural connection was established, she became more and more integrated with the skin armor, and soon the discomfort disappeared completely, as if this skin armor had been an inseparable part of her body since she was born.

"It's amazing." Ashe stroked the arm covered with skin armor. The rough texture rubbed against her fingertips, bringing a strange touch.

The armor was not as thick as she had imagined, but it could keep the cold out. Putting it on was like leaving the snowy ice lake and being in front of a warm stove.

This warmth penetrated into every corner of the body from all parts of the body. Even the fingertips and toes, where blood could hardly reach, felt warm and comfortable.

Just as Ashe was feeling the wonderful experience brought by the skin armor with great curiosity, the Wild Hunt was quietly deciphering her body code with the help of this closely connected medium.

This war mother has a lot of muscles in her body, with tight and powerful lines, but compared to other war mothers in the Freljord, her fat reserves are relatively low, which makes her look particularly slim among the burly figures.

Although her figure is not that broad and strong, she has a kind of agile and tough beauty, like a lone pine standing proudly in the wind and snow, slender but full of resilience.

As she had been holding the True Ice Longbow for many years, her hands had long been deeply soaked in the ancient cold magic. The temperature of her fingertips was extremely low, and they felt cold and stiff to the touch, and the flexibility of her joints was also affected.

These are to accommodate the changes that have occurred to the Bow of Avarosa.

The Wild Hunt dares to assert that if Ashe is asked to do things other than drawing the bow, such as daily chores like holding a pen and buttoning, her movements will appear clumsy and slow, far less flexible than those of ordinary people.

However, as long as she holds the True Ice Longbow that has accompanied her for countless days and nights, her hands will instantly regain their strength and precision, as if they were endowed with a soul, and perform the legend unique to the Iceborn Warrior between the bowstring and the arrow.

So the Wild Hunter paid special attention to Ashe's fingers, and the latter immediately felt a strange warm current wrapping around her fingertips, very similar to the feeling of being gently held in a warm mouth.

This strange and private warmth made her cheeks flush instantly, and a sense of inexplicable shame surged into her heart uncontrollably.

She subconsciously wanted to pull her hand back, but found that her body seemed to be fixed by the warmth and she could not move. She could only let the strange and embarrassing feeling spread through her fingertips and slowly melt the coldness.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Kaisa noticed the change in Ashe's expression and asked with concern.

"Nothing... nothing. It's a little too comfortable..." Ashe was a little embarrassed to speak up, so she asked indirectly, "Is your armor also this warm?"

"It's because it's too cold outside that I didn't open my helmet to talk to you."

"Is that so?"

Ashe felt that she was worrying too much. If the skin armor was considered a part of the body, then it would not be strange to have a mouth-like wrapping feeling.

Feeling Ashe's intense heartbeat slowly calm down, the Wild Hunter also began to collect the "reward" for treating frostbite, quietly and secretly feeling the tight body shape of the War Mother.

To the Wild Hunt, different women are like different flavors of wine.

For strong liquor like Katarina, the Wild Hunter likes to drink it all in one gulp and then feel the strong impact of the hot aftereffect; but for a fragrant wine like Ashe, he would rather hold it in his mouth and slowly savor its flavor.

However, the most palatable wine is Kasa, which is the wine you brew yourself. Only you know your taste best.

Chapter 244: Subduing the Ice Dragon

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Ashe picked up the ice bow again, and the life-killing power contained in the true ice passed through her skin armor without any obstruction and was clearly transmitted to her palm.

The strange thing was that this time, although the power was still cold, it did not freeze her hands.

This was completely different than when Kai'Sa touched True Ice.

Kassa was full of doubts, and reached out to touch the Bow of Avarosa in disbelief. In an instant, a chilling pain that penetrated deep into her bones rushed along her fingertips. A thin layer of frost instantly condensed on the surface of her fingers, and she gasped in pain.

"Ice bloodline..." The voice of the Wild Hunter echoed in Kassadin's mind. These few simple words seemed like the key to unlocking the mystery.

Skin armor is not afraid of cold. It can withstand the power of ancient elements in the True Ice, but it cannot completely isolate it. This means that whether it can be safely exposed to the True Ice depends on the host's ability to withstand it.

If one has the blood of the Ice Clan, even without the help of skin armor, one can directly touch the True Ice. To them, that chill is like a spring breeze, which is cool but not harmful to the body. However, if one is not of the Ice Clan, even with this magical skin armor, one still cannot cross this boundary. As long as one's fingertips touch the True Ice, one will be severely punished by the biting cold.

The inheritance in the blood is like a brand engraved deep in the soul, which cannot be replaced by any external force.

"It's really strange. The ice bloodline comes from the three ice sisters, and the power of the three ice sisters was bestowed by the Watcher. Logically, it should be of the same origin as the Void Skin Armor. Why can't I pick up the True Ice..." Kassa wondered.

"You're right. This is why I can tolerate True Ice, but you can't." The Wild Hunter said, "Okay, don't dwell on this issue anymore. Now let's do an experiment with that piece of black ice."

Upon hearing this, Ashe bent down and picked up the black ice dragon scale again.

Since she put on the Void Skin Armor, the life force of the human body has been completely blocked. At this moment, she took the dragon scale and looked through it repeatedly. The black veins in the black ice showed no signs of being activated, which was completely different from before.

"Then, what should I do?"

"You don't have to do anything, just keep holding it."

The Wild Hunt began to extract the power of void corruption from the black ice. Under his stimulation, the originally still black veins seemed to sense hunger and began to twist and wriggle like living things.

A vague crackling sound was faintly heard near Ash's eardrum, as if something was breaking through the ice in her ear.

She saw the black veins being pulled out by the skin armor like shrimp threads, and then merged into it, gradually fading and disappearing.

At the same time, the temperature around her dropped sharply. Ashe could feel that as the power of void corruption was extracted, the black ice in her hand gradually lost its frightening evil aura and became colder and purer, as if it was shedding a cursed coat and began to emit a freezing luster.

"Recovered!" Ashe's voice suddenly rose due to surprise, the rising tone was full of excitement that could not be concealed, and her face was filled with irrepressible joy.

However, Kaisa on the side was much more surprised than Ashe.

Ashe's excitement only stems from the recovery of a piece of True Ice, which is the revival of a precious treasure. But for Kai'Sa, the restoration of True Ice has a more profound and significant meaning.

The recovery of Zhenbing is like a solid line of defense, representing the extension of the Watcher's seal time.

As long as Lissandra is willing to cooperate with them and continue to restore the black ice to true ice, the Watcher will be trapped in the abyss forever and unable to escape; as long as the Watcher cannot break free from the shackles, the horrific doomsday of the world being swallowed by the void will never come.Mei, I don't have time, you don't have time, Lin Youyong...

In an instant, she felt that the burden on her shoulders was much lighter, and she could even imagine the future.

The reason why Lissandra was so crazy about creating an army of demon slaves was that on the one hand she wanted to use absolute power to cover up the cruel truth, and on the other hand it was to deal with the watcher who was about to escape.

She is like a terminally ill cancer patient, all her madness stems from the approaching death. If she knew that a special medicine has appeared, maybe she would calm down and think.

"Next, Ashe, go and tame that ice dragon as well." The voice of the Wild Hunt sounded in Ashe's mind again.

Ashe's expression changed, and she walked towards Portier without any hesitation.

The Wild Hunt's previous miraculous performance had made her worship it as a god, and a god that she could see and touch. Her heart was full of trust and awe.

"Damned Avarosans, what do you want to do? If you don't want Lissandra's army to flatten this place, let me go!" Even though he had been tortured to exhaustion by Sephy, Portier immediately became extremely alert.

She had just witnessed the entire process of Ashe and Skin Armor merging together. Now that she saw the other party walking towards her, she had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

Ashe did not respond to her, but followed the instructions of the Wild Hunt and climbed onto the top of the ice dragon. The latter immediately struggled, but under the continuous suppression of Safi, it only shook a few times.

If it was the previous Ashe, she might have slipped and fallen, but now she had the assistance of the Wild Hunt. She nimbly grabbed the white hair on the ice dragon and held on to it steadily.

"Let me go now, you will definitely pay a heavy price for what you did today!" Portier struggled frantically, and the friction between his scales made a sharp sound, accompanied by an angry roar that echoed on the ice field.

But no matter how Portier struggled, Ashe successfully climbed above her head, and the former's inner anxiety reached its peak at this moment.

"Don't worry, you'll become a beautiful beauty soon." Saifei said in a low voice, lowered her head, and stretched out her tentacles, which emitted a strange light and looked like bait, in front of Portier.

Although her words seemed to be comforting, her tone was full of undisguised sarcasm and mockery, and one could tell at once that she had no good intentions.

"What do you mean?!" The ice dragon's roar made the surrounding air buzz. It had no idea what would happen to it next.

As Ashe placed her palm steadily on the ice dragon's head, void energy surged out like a surging tide and quickly penetrated into the ice dragon's head in the blink of an eye.

Portier only felt a sharp pain in her neck, as if countless tiny but sharp things had penetrated into the gaps in her scales and were trying to establish some mysterious connection with her brain.

"Damn fleas, get off me!" Feeling something strange, Portier immediately let out a deafening roar. He didn't know where he got the strength from, but he stopped the wind and snow.

Her full resistance prevented the fusion from going smoothly. The barrier of will was like a thick wall, isolating the synapse tightly from the outside, so the Wild Hunt asked Safi to help him a little.

"Prisoner, recognize your current identity! You are alive until now because of the Wild Hunt, otherwise I would have swallowed you in one bite!" Sefi roared louder than Portier's.

What Saifei said was true. She was enough for the dragon lady. If there were too many people with this attribute, they would lose value, and they would have to compete with her. If the Wild Hunt didn't need Botier to control the slave demon army, she would never let this arrogant fellow survive.

She vented her anger, grabbed Portier's head and slammed it against the ice, her big front claws smashing down like a pile driver, spider web-like cracks bursting across the ice, each impact making a dull sound. After repeating this several times, she grasped the ice dragon's tail tightly in her claws, swinging it back and forth like a whip, as if the so-called fellow was just a damned venomous snake in her hands.

However, the ice dragon's spirit was strong enough that it did not faint even after being abused like this.

"That's about it." Seeing that Sephy was trying to take the opportunity to kill Portier, the Wild Hunter quickly asked her to stop.

Although the ice dragon did not faint, its resistance had become very weak. The Wild Hunt completed the neural connection without much effort and completely merged with it.

Just like last time, the Void Skin Armor could not choose any creature other than a human as its host, so it immediately drew upon the magic power in the dragon's body and forcibly modified it into a body shape suitable for parasitism.

The drowsy Portier let out a terrified scream, and then an intense white light burst out from his body, piercing through the wind, snow and thick clouds, illuminating the night sky as bright as day.