Void Beetle Evolution Guide

The pain made the witch gasp, her hands unconsciously clutching the scattered pieces of her robe.

At the same time, she was also affected by her body in her dream.

Chapter 298 Pretending to be Asleep

Lissandra is currently in a little boy's dream.

The boy's name is Nunu, and he is the last surviving member of the Nottey clan. Lissandra has been watching over him.

Nunu's dream was pitch black, but all he needed was a campfire and a loving mother.

He was separated from his mother in a fire and has been searching for her ever since. Because of his intense longing for her, she appears in his dreams every time.

Lissandra hid in the darkness outside the campfire, quietly listening to Nunu's conversation with his mother.

The boy knew the location of the Frostheart, which could create True Ice, and was Lissandra's last gamble.

She had intended to manipulate Nunu's memory of her mother to find out the location of the Frost Heart, but a strange sensation suddenly came from her body, causing her to clutch her chest.

This wasn't the feeling of heartache; it was as if something was tearing at her body. A burning sensation spread through her abdomen, almost melting her.

Lissandra couldn't help but let out a muffled groan as she was hit by a series of inexplicable shocks. Hearing the sound, Nunu curiously turned his gaze into the darkness.

"Who's there? Is that you, Trump?!"

The child made a childish voice, but the giant icy claws had already formed a shield to protect her, put her into an ice coffin, and quietly exited Nunu's dream.

Lissandra's consciousness was eager to return to her sleeping body in reality, except for her skin...

Since A and B are one, she did nothing different from usual today, and the answer is obvious.

After traversing dozens of dreams, the Frost Witch's consciousness returned to her body.

Her eyelids twitched; even after losing her sight for so many years, her eyes still responded every time she woke up.

Lissandra used her powerful mental energy to scan her surroundings, and she clearly sensed something lying on her stomach.

At the same time, a stiff, huge rod was moving in and out beneath her, radiating a fiery heat that her cold body had never experienced before.

A man? Lissandra was stunned. She could clearly feel that the person attacking her was a man.

This is the Hall of Nine Venerables, the sealed place of the Watchers, a forbidden land for life. Why would anyone appear here?

She only sends people down to check on the situation during the spring equinox; it's impossible for anyone to appear on other days.

Are they Frostguard warriors from the fortress? No, they're definitely not Frostguards!

The Frost Guards would never dare to risk coming to the Hall of Nine Venerables to desecrate their goddess and do such a rebellious thing to the female clan leader.

But if it wasn't the Frost Guards, then who could have gotten through the fortress's layers of blockade to get here?

Lissandra initially assumed the other party was an Iceborn, because only Iceborn could endure the extreme cold at the bottom of the abyss.

However, she was wrong. She could not enter the other person's dream to find out the truth, so the other person could not be of the Ice Bloodline.

Feeling that her armor had been torn open at some point, exposing large areas of her skin to the air, Lissandra gradually began to form some guesses in her mind.

Could the man on my body be transformed from skin armor? Skin armor has the ability to transform, which doesn't seem impossible.

But before the situation became clear, Lissandra chose to remain silent and pretend she hadn't woken up and continued to sleep.

The Wild Hunt continued its vigorous work, the soft, rustling sound of melting snow echoing through the empty underground caverns, sounding rather absurd.

After the initial shock, Lissandra gradually began to feel a pleasant sensation emanating from her lower abdomen.

The full, towering breasts were pulled and dragged by life, and the pain and pleasure were clearly presented in the mind, intertwined into all kinds of lewd and obscene shapes.

The scorching iron rod churned and rubbed against the wrinkled flesh, the intense heat seemingly about to melt the entire ice cave.

Her buttocks were repeatedly deformed by the violent impacts, gradually bearing the marks of her sinking into a sea of ​​desire.

Just as she never imagined that ice could burn, Lissandra never imagined that one day she would lie naked beneath a strange man, allowing him to grope her with impunity, all under the watchful eye of someone monitoring her.

Pain, pleasure, unfamiliar objects, the edge of danger... and a friendship that transcends age, spanning nearly eight thousand long winters.

She thought she had long since abandoned worldly desires, but the multiple stimulations of breaking taboos still made her heart surge. Her temples throbbed, and even her rationality was affected, making it impossible for her to think clearly. It was strange and addictive.

Lissandra felt she was going crazy. How could she do such a thing in a place like this?! Yet, while condemning herself, she was also enjoying the unprecedented heat.

On the other side, Wild Hunt secretly found it amusing.

Lissandra hadn't realized she'd been exposed. As expected of an old witch who'd lived for thousands of years, her first reaction upon discovering she'd been NTR'd was to continue pretending to be asleep to find out what was going on. That was unusually calm of her.

But who cares? The tightening and sucking of the flesh walls made Wild Hunt increase the frequency. The ultimate feeling of being enveloped by the black horse was something that ordinary people could not provide, leading him step by step up the stairs to heaven.

"Mmm~"

Stimulated by the pleasure, Lissandra couldn't help but let out suppressed gasps. Seeing her struggling to control her physical reactions, Wild Hunt couldn't resist teasing her.

"Since you're awake, why didn't you say hello? These kinds of things are all about reciprocity. It would be impolite for me to do all the work myself."

How did you know I was awake?

Lissandra's dark lips uttered icy words, and the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped.

Wild Hunt chuckled and explained, "Doesn't our witch know that when a person is awake, they can't control their body's instincts? In other words... you're squeezing me so tightly, it doesn't feel like I'm asleep."

"You lecherous scoundrel! You're asking for death!"

Not only was she exposed, but she was also subjected to foul language and harassment. Even under the Storm Bear, the Frost Witch had never suffered such humiliation.

Enraged, Lissandra raised her hand, and ice magic condensed into sharp black ice nails on her five fingers, ruthlessly piercing through the man's head and exiting from the other side.

This blow should have ended the man's life, but the thrusting below did not stop. Instead, she felt a warm tongue licking her palm.

"How come you're not dead?" Lissandra exclaimed in shock and anger.

"It's no use. I am not a life form that you can understand. When you chose to become one with me, we were already bound together by life and death. If you want to kill me, you have to kill yourself first."

Wild Hunt pulled his head off the ice claws, and the five terrifying holes quickly closed. He reached out and intertwined his fingers with Lissandra's, continuing his work with the ice claws still in place; his hands appeared exceptionally delicate and small in comparison to the massive claws.

"This armor was definitely something you used to target me!"

"Not at all. I just want to have a deeper conversation with my partner. After we've both had our fun, we might become even closer."

"You think you can just do whatever you want? Who gave you the guts?!"

Wild Hunt provoked her with every word, each one like fuel to the witch's rage, causing the flames to rise ever higher.

Lissandra hadn't been this angry in a long time. Those damned scoundrels were incredibly audacious.

She summoned a giant ice claw, intending to tear Wild Hunt off her body.

However, a void rift suddenly tore open in mid-air without warning, and a massive, dark claw emerged from it, blocking Lissandra's ice claw.

The pitch-black claw that appeared out of nowhere was no weaker than Lissandra's black ice claw, and the two were locked in a stalemate above each other for a moment.

A closer look reveals that the modeling on the claw is many times better than that on the ice claw.

Covered in scales and armor, with sharp edges and even the shape of muscles clearly visible, it is incomparable to the mere shape of an ice claw.

"I told you, you can't kill me," Wild Hunt sneered.

The Claw is a new ability he awakened after uniting with Lissandra. It can be summoned without relying on skin armor, just like an extraterrestrial demon breaking through the void and descending in person.

what does this mean?

This means that the Wild Hunt can influence his surroundings without possessing a body, and for the first time in his detached state, he possesses considerable combat power! From now on, he can truly fight alongside his familiars!

I really have to thank Lissandra, who not only made it easy for him to drive the big truck, but also gave him such a great gift.

Such a useful woman certainly deserves his pampering.

Chapter 299 Rediscovering the Light

Above their heads, a pitch-black demonic claw and a sharp icy claw were locked in a stalemate.

"You're asking for it!" Lissandra's voice was icy cold. She knew she couldn't kill the Wild Hunt, but she couldn't swallow this insult.

In an instant, she summoned several more ice claws, some of which tightly gripped sharp shards of ice, ready to tear the Wild Hunt to pieces.

"What a waste of time! Open your eyes and take a good look now."

What makes you different?!

Wild Hunt's rebuke startled Lissandra.

Open your eyes and take a good look... Why are these words so familiar yet so strange?

It took Lissandra a while to understand the command that even a three-year-old could execute without thinking.

When was the last time she opened her eyes? She only remembered the last image in her memory was a giant bear wielding its lightning-like claws, followed by a scorching darkness.

Lissandra thought the Wild Hunt was bluffing her, but she could also clearly feel a real emotion in the empty eye sockets.

It had been so long since she last opened her eyes that Lissandra had forgotten how to open them. When her trembling fingertips touched her cold eyelids, it was as if she had touched some long-forgotten memory.

The moment she finally opened her eyes, dim light flowed into her vision like a gentle stream.

A vast, open ice dome slowly unfolded before her eyes, its deep blue light flowing like a dream. The light refracted from the ice danced in her eyes, like countless frost stars twinkling.

She saw the texture of the ice dome, the outline of the icicles in the distance, and even saw her own breath condensing into frost in the air.

All of this feels so real, yet so strange.

“I…I saw it…Is this a dream?” Lissandra murmured, her voice trembling with disbelief.

This was the first time she had ever seen the shape of the Hall of Nine Venerables. She knew it was vast and empty, but seeing it in person still left her deeply awestruck. Nothing is more impactful than a visual shock.

"A goddess walking in a dream, trapped in a dream? Are you dreaming or am I dreaming?"

The Wild Hunt let out a mocking laugh, as if enjoying her shock and helplessness. Lissandra looked down at the man, her brows furrowing slightly as she pondered.

"Did you heal my eyes?"

“Of course, who else could it be?” Under the gaze of those icy blue eyes, Wild Hunt became even more excited, grabbing Grape and shaking her breasts, deliberately teasing Lissandra.

Unexpectedly, Lissandra's pupils dilated instantly, and she covered her eyes tightly with both hands, just like a shy bride.

Her movement wasn't out of shyness, but because she saw the Watcher's reflection through the ice pillars behind the Wild Hunt.

The terrifying single eye seemed to be looking at her through a mirror. Knowing she couldn't meet its gaze, Lissandra instinctively covered her eyes, not daring to let it pollute her vision.

"Utterly foolish! Why did you heal my eyes here?" Lissandra was both shocked and furious. Her body trembled slightly, as if she might be swallowed up by that invisible fear at any moment.

"Nonsense. Take it or leave it. If you don't want to see it, keep covering it up. If you're not happy about it, just keep quiet!"

Lissandra's deep fear of the Watcher pushed the passage to its limit, and with a powerful contraction, the Wild Hunt, clutching her large breasts, launched a final sprint.

Beneath him, Lissandra no longer resisted.

Her body gradually relaxed, allowing the intense heat to spread throughout her body, warming her limbs and bones. A soft hum escaped her throat, as if she were enjoying this unexpected pleasure.

Realizing she couldn't kill the Wild Hunt, she gave up the futile struggle. Besides, judging from the current situation, aside from the verbal offense, the Wild Hunt had indeed been "serving" her quite comfortably.

Lissandra's ideas are quite traditional.

As a powerful war mother, she did not consider having sex with a man to be a disadvantageous act, especially since this time she was the one "an old cow eating young grass".

To put it another way, it's like an ultimate sorcerer who, while sleeping one night, is suddenly broken into his bedroom by a young, beautiful, and capable female assassin who forcibly breaks his seal. This assassin also possesses medical skills and cures her eye ailment in the process—by any measure, she's hit the jackpot!

"Tell me, who did you have your virginity with?" Wild Hunt suddenly asked.

"Why should I tell you?" Lissandra replied irritably, her voice laced with suppressed anger. "Just focus on what you're doing and stop asking so many questions."

"Not going to talk? Then I'll stop." Wild Hunt stopped as soon as he said he would, without any ambiguity.

Once the fire of desire is ignited, it will not be easily extinguished. Lissandra felt every inch of her skin boiling with an overwhelming thirst for comfort, and the high ground of reason was gradually being engulfed by the raging fire of desire.

She had to find a water source to extinguish the ever-growing flames.

However, the Wild Hunt controlled the water source. If she didn't want to be completely consumed by desire, she had no choice but to submit to his demands.

After a moment of silence, Lissandra finally gritted her teeth and whispered from her dark lips, "None of us three sisters... have children."

They were born in that turbulent era, throwing themselves into the torrent of war at a young age. The outcome was that the two older sisters were sacrificed, while she, as the younger sister, bore the shackles of atonement, never to find peace. How could she possibly have the mind to care about matters of the heart?

Moreover, Lissandra is obsessed with power and has a near-infinite lifespan. She doesn't need to raise offspring to divide her power; she can manage Frostguard Fortress perfectly on her own.

"So, it turns out I just destroyed a precious artifact." Wild Hunt clicked his tongue, his tone laced with a hint of mockery.

"What antiquities?" Lissandra frowned, her intuition telling her that Wild Hunt's words were laced with sarcasm.

“A living fossil among virgins.” The Wild Hunt’s voice was flippant and grating.

"You're asking for it!" Realizing that the Wild Hunt was mocking her for being an "old maid," Lissandra immediately cursed in a fit of rage.

Despite her outward anger, her body betrayed her true feelings, tightly clamping her long legs around Wild Hunt, like a trap locking him in, as if afraid he might escape.