Void Beetle Evolution Guide

Is such a powerful weapon something that can be easily shared?

Lissandra didn't believe in free lunches and carefully examined the device several more times. She only felt much more at ease after realizing that the core logic of the skin-armor system was a mutually beneficial symbiotic relationship with the host.

"Turning void creatures into symbiotic armor, driven by their own flesh and blood, is truly a brilliant design."

She discovered the existence of the insect hive space, scanned the items stored within with her mind, and a knowing smile involuntarily appeared on her lips, as if she had grasped a hidden handle.

In this way, she roughly understood what abilities her allies possessed, which immediately gave her more confidence.

The skin armor possesses unparalleled physical enhancement capabilities, such as this extreme acceleration.

If she doesn't give her the skin armor, and Kai'Sa and the others are determined to escape, Lissandra's abilities will definitely not be able to stop them; she can only try to trap them in a dream.

But now that she has armor, catching up with a few people is no problem. If it weren't for maintaining a noble and powerful demeanor, she wouldn't mind getting out of bed and moving around more.

The armor possessed many powerful abilities she had never seen before; any one of them could forge a legendary hero. And all of them combined… Lissandra inwardly gasped, knowing full well the principle that quantitative change leads to qualitative change.

In comparison, the ability to purify black ice seems rather insignificant, and it can't even be compared with other abilities.

However, this is precisely the ability that Lissandra most urgently needs.

Chapter 296 The Cuckolded Witch

Lissandra spread her fingers and brushed across the ice. Her long hair covered her face, concealing the lines of time, as well as the scars and emptiness around her eyes.

Touching it through her skin, she felt the ice surface was no longer so cold, but the black strands within the ice became clearly visible.

These frozen strands are like veins extending from the Watcher, each one a manifestation of the power of the void, a product of their intense reaction with the laws of reality, and something she has always longed for but could never reach.

Lissandra is the progenitor of all Frostbloods, a bloodline that originated from the Watchers' bounty.

Having tasted the benefits, she has always coveted the power of the Watchers. She has fantasized countless times that if she could plunder their power, she might be able to turn the tide and become the controller, no longer a passive guardian.

However, even with the Watchers sealed beneath her feet, she couldn't find a way to plunder them; though separated only by a sheet of ice, it felt like an insurmountable chasm. Instead, she had to tremble with fear and soothe them, praying that they wouldn't wake up.

The gap in power was so vast that all covetousness became nothing but wishful thinking.

But now, everything is different.

Despite possessing the Void Skin Armor, she can sense and guide this power, treating the frozen black strands as blood vessels and drawing upon the surging otherworldly power within them.

Poison turned into sweet rain, and the horrific creatures beneath the abyss became treasures buried deep in the mines. Even Lissandra could not remain calm.

Her fingers trembled slightly, and her heart pounded so hard it felt like it would burst out of her chest. It was like a person who had been starving for a long time suddenly seeing a table full of delicious food—both craving and terrified.

Lissandra knew she was playing with fire, but she couldn't stop.

The black strands beneath the ice surface writhed slightly at her touch, her skin instinctively drawing upon the power of the void within them.

To avoid waking the watcher, she let her consciousness drift downwards, through the barrier, and focus on the enormous and terrifying creature beneath her, re-entering the watcher's dream.

Seeing that the time was ripe, the Wild Hunt quietly appeared.

A naked Frost Witch is a rare sight, and NTR is an essential part of the process, so how could he pass up such a good opportunity?

He didn't enlarge his body to the same size as Lissandra, but maintained a normal human physique, preparing to experience what it was like to ride in a large vehicle.

Everything has a beginning. Lissandra should feel honored to be the first person the Wild Hunt to be robbed and have sex with.

The witch had a long lifespan, but at this moment she was fast asleep and completely unaware of the Wild Hunt's arrival.

To fight the watchers, she had to concentrate all her mental energy on manipulating dreams, naturally minimizing her physical sensations in reality.

Furthermore, she didn't think anyone would come to the Hall of Nine Venerables at this time, so she was completely unprepared, which is why she was naked.

In fact, because she gets so absorbed in her dreams, Lissandra sometimes forgets where her body is and almost gets trapped in the dream herself, unable to wake up.

The Wild Hunt's gaze lingered on Lissandra's sleeping body, a playful smile playing on his lips.

The witch's slumber greatly facilitated him, allowing him to freely admire and play with the large-sized beauty before him.

Although the witch's skin was darkened by the black ice, it did not detract from her perfect figure—a masterpiece that had been reshaped countless times, with every curve seemingly meticulously sculpted.

She lay quietly on the ice, with only a loose robe beneath her. Although it was not erotic, the presence of her in the forbidden area of ​​the Hall of Nine Venerables added a sense of danger and urgency.

The Wild Hunt has never been afraid of anything, except for its watchers. But now, that fear has transformed into an indescribable excitement.

He reached out and touched Lissandra's cheek, his fingertips tracing her sharply defined jawline and chapped, dark lips.

Those traces of time were nothing more than flaws waiting to be repaired in his eyes, and he was planning to restore the body to its former glory in his own way.

Lissandra's eyes were tightly closed as the giant bear's claws scratched across her brow, leaving indelible scars on her eyelids.

Wild Hunt considered whether to restore her sight, but soon decided to leave the question for last.

At this moment, he was more interested in seeing how the blind witch would react in the dark.

Seeing that the witch did not react to his touch, the Wild Hunt's actions became increasingly unrestrained and daring.

Under his control, the armor covering Lissandra's entire body tore open on its own, exposing large areas of dark skin to the cold air. A synapse stretched across the ravine, struggling to maintain the distance between the two peaks.

He stepped onto the magnificent robe, straddling Lissandra's body, and then slowly sat down on her flat, smooth belly.

The witch's body was incredibly cold, beyond what most people could bear, but fortunately, the Wild Hunt wasn't afraid of the cold.

He severed the synapse between the two breasts and reached up to climb onto the suddenly parted, rounded peaks. They were cold, smooth, and incredibly elastic to the touch.

Perhaps due to her special physique, even when lying flat, her breasts remained firm without any sagging or deformation.

Covering the two purple buds makes them look like a pair of upside-down bowls... no, perhaps it would be more appropriate to call them basketballs.

The dark hemisphere was exceptionally large, as if wrapped in a layer of delicate black silk, so large that even if both of Wild Hunt's hands were inside, they could not grasp it.

He dribbled the ball gently, which triggered a strong rebound, causing it to sway and tremble, creating an exaggerated wave of breasts, as delicious and tempting as blueberry jelly.

These massive, inclusive breasts aroused the predatory hunter's appetite, and he took the opportunity to lie down in their full embrace, burying his head deep in their plump, towering mounds, which were even larger than his own.

The cool, subtle fragrance of her body filled my nostrils with each breath, bringing a refreshing sensation like a mint explosion.

After taking a long, deep breath, Wild Hunt propped himself up on his massive breasts, feeling their amazing elasticity.

The hemisphere was mercilessly flattened under his full weight, and the soft, fragrant flesh overflowed from between his fingers, looking extremely tempting.

Looking at the handprint he left on the nipple, Wild Hunt lowered his head with satisfaction and began sucking on the nipple, licking and swirling it with his tongue. Then he blew a breath onto the two luscious, juicy nipples.

The moist saliva evaporated quickly with the airflow, and stimulated by the resulting coolness, the two large grapes swelled up at a visible speed, becoming unusually excited and firm.

"Mmm~" Lissandra gradually began to react, letting out a soft moan from deep within her nose, her head tilting slightly to one side, her long hair obscuring her cold, hard profile.

Wild Hunt paused, holding his breath, his aggressive gaze sweeping over her smooth armpits and supple waistline before settling on the witch's long, full thighs.

Perhaps due to a lack of exercise, the witch's thighs appeared full and alluring. Beneath her skin lay a layer of fat for warmth, which felt soft to the touch, quite different from her outward appearance.

After confirming that the witch was sleeping soundly, the Wild Hunt got up and went to Lissandra's body, unceremoniously lifting her thighs and spreading them apart, exposing the forbidden area deep within her plump buttocks.

These fleshy legs were almost as long as he was tall and quite heavy, making them difficult to move. However, watching them transform into an unguarded M-shape through his efforts, revealing that hidden forbidden area, gave him a great sense of accomplishment.

Holding the huge, fleshy thigh that was thicker than his own waist, Wild Hunt looked down at the area between Lissandra's legs, which had been opened up by the way she lifted her leg. The two full mounds were on full display, and there were even purple fungus growing out of them, which made people's mouths water and they couldn't wait to stir-fry them.

A hint of ambiguity flashed in Wild Hunt's eyes; this forbidden exchange had only just begun.

Chapter 297 "Ice Melts and Snow Settles"

Lissandra's consciousness drifted downwards, arriving in a dream world separated by ice, where the monster barely noticed her arrival.

In the dream of the watcher, there is only emptiness.

There is even more emptiness. There is even more emptiness. The distant horizon is emptiness, the mountains on the horizon are emptiness. Above the emptiness, the dome is emptiness, the dense clouds are also emptiness.

Faced with all that emptiness, Lissandra struggled to maintain her...existence.

The abyss beside her opened its gaping maw, as if to devour everything. She saw the black sun mercilessly devour her dream avatar, but no matter how many things that maw swallowed, there were always more waiting to be devoured.

Dreams are almost endless, and seeing that her fooling was still working, Lissandra breathed a slight sigh of relief.

In her dreams, she is always the one being devoured; however, outside of those dreams, she has already launched a silent counterattack against the watcher.

Although I don't know how long this counterattack will last—thousands of long winters? Or tens of thousands…—the thought of launching a final assault in reality one day makes me hum softly.

In high spirits, Lissandra continued to use the secret technique of dream walking, traversing incredible distances across this harsh land in an instant.

She first appeared in the dream of a frost priest, issuing a cold decree; then drifted into the dream of a little girl, guiding the young frost bloodline to the Frostguard Fortress; and then a dying man, whom she transformed into a guide who was not dead but still alive.

Lissandra enters the dream of an Avarosan, where she deliberately loses to him, making him believe she is the hero who defeated the Frost Witch; afterwards, she finds the one who is transmitting...

The elementally enraged spirit walker, taking advantage of the other party's prayer, suddenly appeared and disrupted the ritual, tearing his body into two halves, one bear and one human; finally, she found the ice-born orphan from before, guided her to the dying guide, and joined the others to go to Frostguard Fortress, to inject fresh blood into this silent place.

The Frost Witch was extremely busy in her dreams, traveling back and forth hundreds of times before each dawn.

During this time, the events happening in reality had almost nothing to do with her, and she did not feel anything unusual happening to her body.

Wild Hunt clung to two massive, fleshy legs thicker than his waist, which provided a stable grip on the excellent gun mount, filling him with anticipation for what was about to happen.

However, instead of hastily shoving his burning heat into the ice cave, he first reached into the area between his legs, which had opened up, and carefully felt the two mounds.

The soft, supple purple wood ear mushrooms silently welcomed his visit. The Wild Hunt parted the two mounds of flesh, revealing the tender, sensitive area inside. The Wild Hunt was pleasantly surprised; he hadn't expected the witch's inside to be so pink and delicate.

Faced with the tiny opening, Wild Hunt didn't hesitate to stick his finger in.

He frowned slightly; the dry flesh walls were hindering his entry, as if the moisture inside had been absorbed by the cold air, like a large doll just taken out of the refrigerator.

"We need to thaw and lubricate it first..." In preparation for the pleasurable experience to come, Wild Hunt bent down and stuck his tongue into the ice cave. The warm and nimble python gently stirred and smeared the wrinkled flesh, leaving a moist trail.

The tip of the tongue explored the spring between the folds, and a delicate fragrance wafted over, while the hunter's mind raced non-stop.

He was curious about what Lissandra originally looked like, after all, the three Ice Sisters weren't mutants, they should have been normal humans at first.

In order to prolong her life, Lissandra would use a secret method to rejuvenate herself every once in a while, and over time she became like this.

She needs to intimidate her subordinates with a cold and authoritative image, and this image is a product of people's expectations.

However, at this moment, the Wild Hunt was more concerned about whether this icy body, which had spanned thousands of years of history, could still produce sweet spring water.

Most women go through menopause in their thirties or forties, but Lissandra's age is two hundred times that number.

If it weren't for the fact that she's maintained a great figure, it would be quite a burden for Wild Hunt to lick ice cream for such an old woman.

Under the Wild Hunt's constant caresses, Lissandra let out another faint whimper, and melting snow water began to trickle from the dry, cold ice cave.

She unconsciously swung her legs, trapping the Wild Hunt's head between them, her plump thighs almost submerging him, burying him deep in her secret garden.

Wild Hunt remained motionless, afraid that his struggles would wake Lissandra. Fortunately, he didn't need to breathe and wouldn't suffocate.

After confirming that Lissandra had not woken up, he spread her legs again and rubbed his hard, hot erection against the entrance to the wetlands.

The plump purple wood ear mushrooms, stirred by the meat Ganoderma lucidum, exuded a clear, slippery sap. Seeing this, the mad hunter stopped dawdling, straightened his back, and slowly pushed his hard, hot, veiny member into the melting ice cave.

The intrusion of the hard object caused Lissandra to let out a long breath. The intense pleasure disrupted her steady breathing rhythm, and her sleeping body reacted instinctively, her muscles beginning to tighten.

Wild Hunt felt the flesh walls enveloping and sucking him in, thrusting in with muffled sounds amidst the alternating hot and cold sensations, until his massive rod was completely inside, his waist and hips pressed tightly against the nectar-filled mound.

The huge difference in size allowed him to lie down on the witch's belly, and he had to raise his arms as high as he could to reach her breasts and pluck the already full purple grapes.

This is a huge challenge to the body's flexibility; it's almost impossible to move the bow up and down unless the other person bends over to cooperate.

However, overcoming these difficulties is also part of the fun; if you were to start by using all your skills to protect yourself, it wouldn't be interesting.

"I'm going to start eating now."

Although Wild Hunt spoke in a questioning tone, his movements at the waist had already begun.

The Frost Witch is in a deep sleep, almost like a vegetable, and under normal circumstances, she won't respond. Just take it as her tacit agreement.

The Wild Hunt considered taking advantage of the witch's sleep each time, day after day, until she unknowingly transformed into his shape, every inch of her body excited by his visit.

Then, at a certain moment, it was suddenly revealed, plunging Lissandra into deep self-doubt and inner shock.

But he didn't have that kind of perseverance and didn't know how long it would take to see results.

Turning Lissandra into a slave to desire was not what he wanted to see, because the world still needed her to delay the watchers, which required immense wisdom, courage, and perseverance.

Besides, he had something he needed Lissandra's help with, so he decided against this approach and would just give her this experience as a gift instead.

Lissandra's veins flow with an unfreezing magic that keeps her body temperature below zero year-round.

Wild Hunt felt as if he had entered a chilling ice cave; his lower body quickly became numb and lost all sensation, making him almost unable to feel anything below.

However, this difficulty could not stop him. Even without physical pleasure, just riding on this tall, black horse filled him with an unparalleled sense of conquest.

The dark horse didn't need his pity, and the Wild Hunt didn't care whether it would wake Lissandra up; he simply transformed into a human pile driver.

He thrust his hips with abandon, his pelvis slamming violently against the center of his plump buttocks, producing a crackling sound that echoed endlessly in the empty underground cavern.

Amidst the layers of folds and folds that create friction, a sudden surge of pleasure emerges from the numbness.

Because he had suppressed all other sensations, the pleasure became even more concentrated, surging into his wildly hunting mind like a fountain. He could not perceive anything else, his entire mind focused on the sled going in and out.

In his excitement, he grabbed two plump, juicy grapes with both hands and pulled them like reins, stretching the round hemispheres into cones as they surged forward.