Void Beetle Evolution Guide

Looking down, I saw that my originally dull skin was gradually turning reddish, as if my whole body had been given color and the saturation had increased a lot.

"It works!" Ahri exclaimed happily, her ear tips turning pink and tender again.

"Wow, so this is what Ahri looks like!" Talia exclaimed. She hadn't gone to the Shadow Isles, and seeing Ahri in her normal form for the first time, she was almost mesmerized by her radiant beauty.

"Congratulations, Ahri." Kai'Sa and the others all showed relieved smiles, as if a weight had been lifted from their hearts.

"Ahem, the collar can only suppress the problem. In the end, you still need to find a way to provide the ancestral spirit with enough life essence to completely solve the problem." Seeing that everyone was getting a little carried away, Aura adjusted her glasses and reminded them.

"It's alright, I know what I'm doing." Ahri smiled and thanked Ornn and Aura.

She didn't actually need to do anything else; as long as she slowed down the ancestral spirit's absorption of life essence, the life essence supplied by her skin armor would be more than enough.

"Hmm. If you have something to say, go outside. I'm not keeping you company." Orn muttered, effectively dismissing them, before burying himself back in his forging work, leaving everyone with only his broad back.

"Then we won't bother you any longer." Seeing this, the group exchanged glances, then could only put on smiles, pack their things, and prepare to leave Luxiang.

However, instead of retreating, Kai'Sa pressed on, asking bluntly before Ornn turned back to continue forging: "Great craftsman Ornn, I want to ask, do you know how to deal with the things at the bottom of the Howling Abyss?"

For a moment, the atmosphere seemed to freeze, and the surrounding air seemed to become heavy.

"How should I know?" Orn said without looking up, his gaze fixed on the flames in the furnace, his tone tinged with impatience.

“Anivia’s True Ice can freeze those monsters, and you are a more powerful demigod who wields the Primal Flame. I think your power should be able to harm those monsters!”

“Someone said something similar to me eight thousand years ago. I didn’t agree then, and I certainly won’t agree now.” Orn muttered, meaning “no,” leaving no room for discussion.

“But the True Ice can only freeze those guys temporarily; they could still escape. Once they’re released, they’ll destroy everything in the world!” Kasha continued to persuade Ornn, unwilling to give up, trying to make him understand the gravity of the situation.

"The Primordial Flame is a gift from the earth. Using too much of it will only damage the earth's life force. I won't help you," Orn muttered again, this time as a warning.

"I understand. Sorry to bother you." Seeing that she couldn't persuade Ornn in a short time, Kai'Sa had no choice but to give up. Her voice tinged with disappointment, she left dejectedly.

Chapter 292 Letting Go of Pride

"You look dejected." After leaving Hearthglen through Alolan's portal, Kai'Sa still looked listless, and Wild Hunt casually asked her this.

"I don't understand why Ornn is unwilling to help. He's lived for so long, doesn't he understand the principle of mutual dependence?" Kai'Sa couldn't help but get angry when she thought about it. She kicked a stone at her feet and continued, "Are we supposed to ask Volibear for help? Isn't that even more unreliable?"

Kai'Sa's idea was simple: since Anivia's True Ice could freeze the Watcher, then Ornn's First Flame and Volibear's Lightning should also be able to damage the Watcher.

However, having Volibear help Lissandra fight the Watchers is clearly not something that would happen in this timeline.

Volibear blinded Lissandra during the war, and the two have a long-standing feud.

Even if Volibear is willing to help, he will certainly have ill intentions, and Lissandra will certainly not allow Volibear to swagger into Frostguard Fortress.

It's obvious to anyone with a brain that Volibear would use the guise of helping to cause massive destruction.

If that were to happen, it's hard to say whether the monitors could handle it, but Lissandra's home would most likely be lost.

“I think it’s normal that Ornn didn’t agree to your request,” Wild Hunt said thoughtfully.

"Why are you taking his side? Just because he's a god, does that mean he can stay out of it?" Kasha pouted, somewhat dissatisfied.

“I’m just stating the facts. You had Orn take action, thinking the First Flame could burn the Watcher to death, but is that really the case? What if it doesn’t burn him to death and the Watcher wakes up in pain? Do we have any remedies?”

"..."

Kasha was speechless when asked this question. It was indeed something she hadn't considered. No one had said that the First Flame could definitely kill the Watcher. If it couldn't kill him in one blow, it would only make things worse quickly.

Therefore, Ornn wasn't inactive; he simply chose a conservative and prudent approach. He wouldn't recklessly gamble on an unknown probability until the very last step.

“Furthermore, I don’t think Ornn will definitely not intervene,” Wild Hunt continued.

"What do you mean?" Kasha suddenly looked up.

"Given Ornn's personality, if he didn't want to help at all, he wouldn't waste his breath talking to you, and he wouldn't explain why he wouldn't use the Primal Flame. Since he did, it means that if you pay a sufficient price, he might still help."

"you sure?"

"Because Ornn learned his lesson the hard way, he just doesn't want to be tricked by the three sisters into digging out the Howling Abyss for free, like before, and then throw away his fork and shovel in a huff, vowing never to work for anyone again." Wild Hunt chuckled.

Even now, Orn is still the same kind-hearted person. If you praise him a few times enough that he feels embarrassed, he will still lend a hand.

Regarding Ashe, the Wild Hunt was never worried that Ornn wouldn't help; as long as they could enter Hearthland, they could always find a way. But the Void Watchers were of paramount importance, and this approach was clearly not feasible.

“But with his seemingly indifferent and unambitious demeanor, I really can’t think of anything that could move him,” Kasha sighed helplessly.

“I’ve thought of a special kind of flame. Its properties are different from the First Flame. It was a flame that the Icathians used to deal with Void creatures, and it’s called the Eternal Flame. If we are lucky enough to find it, perhaps we can bring it back to Ornn and give it a try.”

“Icathia…wasn’t it destroyed by the Void long ago?” Kai’Sa’s memories of Icathia were still based on the legends that Wild Hunt had told her.

"There are always a few lucky ones who survived and took the flame with them. The greatest characteristic of the Eternal Flame is that it can extend lifespan, so it has been alive until now."

“Alright, since Ornn mentioned that using the Primordial Flame would damage the earth's life force, then perhaps the Eternal Flame would be a better choice. However, you said the Eternal Flame can extend lifespan, so I doubt the person who possesses it will easily hand it over, right?”

"Let's talk about this later."

Wild Hunt abruptly ended the conversation with Kai'Sa because someone was calling him.

"Are you calling me?" Wild Hunt's voice echoed in Ashe's mind.

"I'd like to know, where are you planning to go next?" Ashe stood alone atop the circular crater, gazing at the black rocky ground below and the snow-capped peaks in the distance. Her silver hair fluttered in the wind, and her cloak billowed in the breeze.

Wild Hunt considered Ashe's question carefully and said, "Until we find a sufficiently powerful ally, we will not return to Shurima, but will continue to wander in Freljord or somewhere else for a while. To be honest, Lissandra is preoccupied with her own problems, Anivia is powerless to help, and Ornn is living in seclusion. Now, the only remaining target is Volibear."

Upon hearing Volibear's name, Ashe's eyes flickered slightly. Her fingers unconsciously traced the bowstring of her ice bow, a subtle tremor emanating from her fingertips, as if responding to her inner struggle.

Finally, she took a deep breath of the cold...

The air seemed to have made a difficult decision: "Excuse me, does what we said before still stand?"

"What? You've thought it through?"

"If I go to the Lost Territory to help Sejuani take the cauldron, will you help me?" Seeing that the Wild Hunt did not answer, Ashe continued, "I know it sounds greedy, but I can't risk the lives of my people. They are just mortals and can hardly play a role in this war. Moreover, they are not on the same side as the Winter's Claw. Even if I wanted to lend a hand, I could only do so in my personal capacity."

"You really have a deep sisterly bond. But what's the difference between constantly taking and being a parasite? Don't our lives matter?"

"No...that's not what I meant." Ashe's face turned pale instantly. She had never imagined that she would be seen as a parasite who only knew how to take, but in reality, that was indeed the case.

The Wild Hunt told her the truth and, directly or indirectly, bestowed upon her powerful Void Armor, a great deal of True Ice, and even the technique for forging True Ice weapons. But what did she do in return? She couldn't even think of anything worth mentioning.

This despicable impression caused Ashe immense guilt. She didn't want to push the Wild Hunt and his kin into the fire, but on this icy plain, she simply couldn't find any other power she could rely on.

"I can grant your request. I will never recruit any other blood alliance in my life, and I will regard you as my only blood alliance," Ash pleaded earnestly.

"Ashe, in your heart, you still see this as a transaction, or even a handout." Wild Hunt sighed, Ashe's answer still did not satisfy him.

"The Freljord's matriarchal and male-subordinate ideology has deeply influenced you. Do you think I've done so much for you just to get into your bed? Think about it carefully. What can a woman's virginity really be exchanged for? A fortune in gold, or nothing at all... It's not up to you to decide."

"In fact, if I wanted to, your supposedly pure and innocent body could instantly become my plaything."

Wild Hunt caressed Ashe's proudly erect and full breasts. Seeing that her only bargaining chip could not tempt Wild Hunt, Ashe panicked completely and said in a trembling voice, "But... wasn't this what you asked for in the first place?"

"This isn't a marriage of convenience, nor is it an alliance. I don't value how many resources you, as a War Mother, can bring me. On the contrary, I will support you and help you gain a foothold in Freljord," Wild Hunt said. "So, what do you think I value in you?"

Aisha froze, her lips trembling slightly, unsure how to retort. The wind and snow howled in her ears, as if mocking her foolishness and narrow-mindedness.

It's normal for the Warmother of Freljord to have a harem with several blood allies at the same time. However, looking at the entire Runeterra, it's the norm for women to rely on powerful men to obtain resources.

Ashe's thinking got stuck in inertia, and she couldn't switch gears for a moment. She felt that giving up the right to build a harem and focusing on the Wild Hunt alone was already a huge concession.

Little did she know that, in the eyes of others, this was simply the price she had to pay for receiving so much favoritism. In fact, it couldn't even be called a price, but rather an obligation.

She lowered her head, her teeth chattering together, producing a weak, trembling sound.

“I understand... I will let go of my pride.”

Chapter 293 Ashe's Unwillingness

“I understand… I will let go of my pride.” Ashe closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and the cold air filled her chest, bringing a chilling clarity.

After realizing her predicament, Ashe finally made a difficult decision—to temporarily forget her identity as the Mother of Avarosan and let the Wild Hunt grope her.

At this moment, she could clearly feel a pair of hands gently moving along the ribcage that had been stretched open by her inhalation, beneath her skin and nails, climbing up to her full breasts.

She knew what she was about to face; her heart pounded like a drum, and she felt uneasy, yet she had no choice but to hold her breath and force herself to accept it all.

"Your coy expression is quite interesting."

His wild hands kneaded her soft breasts incessantly, teasing her sensitive spots from time to time. Warm breath brushed against her earlobe.

This made her, who had never experienced lovemaking before, feel weak all over, and even her ears began to turn red, with a hot buzzing sound echoing in them.

She didn't understand why such a small movement could elicit such a strong reaction from her body. Feeling the tingling sensation constantly spreading across her skin, she felt...comfortable, something she had never experienced before.

This doesn't feel like the body she's used to... As a War Mother, she should be as resilient as a longbow, not so weak that she can't even stand up after being touched a few times.

But as the Wild Hunt became increasingly brazen, probing its tentacles between her legs, Ashe's inner restraints suddenly sounded an alarm, driving her body to instinctively reach out and cover her vulnerable spot. Being inexperienced, she could only yield to this extent.

"No..." The mother warrior's face was flushed and she was panting heavily. There was a few strands of saliva sticking to the corners of her mouth, revealing a rare and vulnerable side of her.

"Didn't you say you wanted to let go of your reserve?" Wild Hunt was a little disappointed. It hadn't even started yet, and he couldn't stand being touched a few times.

"...I'm just not ready yet...Could you...please give me a little more time?!" Ash pleaded humbly.

“Time, time… I’ve already given you time. When you came to me, you should have been prepared for this.” Wild Hunt snapped impatiently, then noticed the others climbing up the mountain and sighed helplessly, “We’re about to set off now. What do you think I can do? It’s just a little bit of fun, and you can’t even cooperate with that. You really don’t understand romance.”

"I'm sorry..." Aisha kept apologizing, her eyes gradually filled with a layer of aggrieved mist. She hated her own cowardice in backing down at the last minute.

Seeing how fierce the other warrior mothers were, mingling with several blood alliance members with their breasts exposed and feeling quite uneasy, she thought she could also remain calm when it came to such a situation.

Unexpectedly, she couldn't even handle a one-on-one duel, and even went back on her word. She couldn't even do something as simple as making a statement properly, which is really a disgrace to the style of the Ice People.

Seeing the usually resolute and calm Ashe reduced to such a guilty and remorseful state by his own actions, Wild Hunt was greatly moved. He forcefully broke through Ashe's blockade and inserted his fingers into her moist and hot crevice.

"You've disappointed me; you must punish me a little to quell my anger."

Ashe hadn't expected Wild Hunt to do this. She thought he would still try to reason with her. Her eyes widened in shock. Before her brain could process the intense impact, her legs trembled and clamped together tightly.

Wild Hunt's fingers pressed hard against the folds of the flesh, the constant pressure causing waves of throbbing in Ashe's mind, as if a blood vessel was pulsating against her eardrum, making a deafening, pulsating sound, and before she knew it, a wetness rose in her body.

The moment Ashe was hit like that, she felt a wave of pleasure wash over her. Her expression was a mixture of pain and pleasure. When she closed her eyes, all she could see in her mind was the absurd image of fingers thrashing around. She wanted to stop Wild Hunt, but she found that her hands were on the outside of her armor, while the other man's groping hands were on the inside, leaving her completely defenseless.

"Ugh...stop...I'm begging you!!" Waves of tingling sensations made Ashe want to plead with Wild Hunt to let her go, but a voice suddenly came from behind her, making Ashe's nerves tense up instantly.

"Aishie, what are you doing here all by yourself? You didn't answer when I called you," Kai'Sa asked curiously.

"I...I'll just get some fresh air."

Ashe seemed to have her throat constricted, trying her best to keep her voice steady as she turned around with her hands behind her back.

He turned away, revealing a forced smile.

She was going crazy. She was being violated, so why was she pretending to be calm and act like nothing was happening?

"Your face is so red, are you alright?"

"Is...is that so?! Maybe...it was the wind!"

"It doesn't seem like it..."

Kaisa's concern exacerbated Ashe's anxiety about being exposed at any moment, yet she became even more excited by the constant stimulation of the Wild Hunt, and more and more fluids flowed down her cheeks like a burst dam.

She couldn't imagine what would happen if the abnormality inside her body were discovered. A strong sense of shame swirled uneasy in her heart, and just thinking about it sent shivers down Aisha's spine.

Faced with Kai'Sa's gaze, Ashe had no idea how to break out of this situation. Her breathing became erratic, and her eyes darted around, unsure of where to look.

Just as she was at her wit's end, Wild Hunt suddenly spoke up and ordered, "Kasha, gather Portil and the others together. We're about to set off."

"Oh." Kaisa didn't suspect anything and turned to leave, not forgetting to add, "Since there's nothing else, Ashe, you should come to the meeting early too, don't keep people waiting too long."

"Hmm~~~!!" Ashe let out a suppressed gasp as she looked at Kai'Sa's back.

The intense excitement and the relief that followed made Aisha's taut nerves unable to withstand it any longer. The overwhelming pleasure completely destroyed her already crumbling defenses and caused the dam that was holding back the tide to collapse completely.

That's all for now.

As Wild Hunt withdrew his finger, leaving a sticky, glistening trail behind him, Ashe slumped onto the jagged rocks, her mind still adrift in the ebb and flow of the tide.

It took Aisha a long time to recover. Feeling the cool, strange sensation lingering between her legs, she covered her face tightly.

She wasn't in pain, nor was she ashamed; she was angry, angry at herself for being so pathetic. She was far too weak, lacking even a trace of the strength expected of a mother of war.

The feeling of almost losing her mind and wanting to submit to her body's instincts filled her with both fear and excitement. As for what happened afterward, it allowed her to fully experience the pleasure that this instinct could bring.

In Aisha's twenty-odd years of life, she had never experienced anything so comfortable, so pleasurable that she almost lost consciousness, and her body exhibited a state she couldn't understand at all, which even frightened her.

But after being forcibly guided by the Wild Hunt, she gained a clear understanding of this unknown experience and gradually realized that those War Mothers, who clearly only had one belly, had to recruit several Blood Alliances, wasting human resources.

It's not simply about continuing the bloodline; they are exercising their rights to indulge in the purest and most primal desires and pleasures in this harsh, icy wilderness.

But she was also a war mother, and even the war mother of the largest tribe in the south. Why couldn't they show her a little respect? Instead, they treated her so badly.

Unable to bear the humiliation, Ashe grew increasingly resentful. Biting her chapped lips, she grabbed a rock and threw it down the mountain, watching it shatter into pieces.

Seeing that everyone had already gathered, Ashe knew that she would be scolded if she didn't act soon, so she could only suppress her emotions and go down to join them.