Void Beetle Evolution Guide

She should have expected such ridicule for revealing the truth. Though her reconstructed body lacked the symbolic barrier, her past was a blank slate. This was undoubtedly a disgrace to the Queen of Freljord.

However, she also knew that lying about her extensive experience would only dampen the Wild Hunt's enthusiasm and might even cause it to abandon the mission halfway. Between two evils, she chose the lesser, sacrificing a little face to keep the confrontation going.

Under the onslaught of the savage beast, Lissandra's legs were forced upwards, unable to maintain their previous posture.

The Frost Witch could no longer withstand the intense stimulation, and a burst of intense pleasure erupted from the melting ice cave, sweeping through her entire body.

Her body convulsed uncontrollably amidst the ecstatic joy that shook her very soul; her taut muscles contracted like springs, and the extreme pressure brought the urge to irrigate her wildly to its peak.

However, just before the irrigating force was about to burst forth, the Wild Hunt suddenly withdrew, pulling the monstrous member from between the mangled buttocks. Hot, moist fluid smeared the bulging veins, radiating a potent life force.

"Open your mouth!" Wild Hunt took a few steps to Lissandra's head and commanded from above.

The commanding tone instinctively disgusted Lissandra. She was about to yell at him when her gaze, peeking through her fingers, fell on the gruesome, massive object pointing directly at her, and she was instantly captivated, as if by a magnet.

This was the first time she had seen the shape of the thing that had violated her up close. The visual shock left her speechless for a moment, until Wild Hunt pressed it closer and closer, even getting his lips covered in the stringy mucus, before she suddenly came to her senses.

"Don't think you can do whatever you want just because you cured my eyes!" Lissandra growled through clenched teeth.

"Witch, you wouldn't want the Watchers to receive this nourishment, would you?"

Wild Hunt ignored her murderous glare, propped himself up with one hand beside her head, ruthlessly pressed down her white hair, and forced the engorged cap of the fungus against her black lips.

Lissandra was rendered speechless by the retort, only able to feel the masculine hormones and intense heat emanating from that massive object. The pulsating pulse through its lips proclaimed the immense life force within about to burst forth.

No living creatures may remain in the Hall of Nine Venerables; this was an ironclad rule she established.

Not daring to cross the line, Lissandra reluctantly opened her mouth, allowing the Wild Hunt to shove the hard, hot object into her oral cavity. Immediately afterward, a torrent of scalding water gushed out, filling her throat.

Chapter 300 Insubordination

The Hall of the Nine is the resting place of the Watchers. To ensure their comfort, Lissandra has ordered the Frostguards to strictly guard the Howling Abyss and prevent any outsiders from entering.

Here, it is cold and silent. The vast ocean of ice has frozen into a smooth mirror on the ground, reflecting nine towering ice pillars that stand like silent guardians, supporting the impossibly high dome. A deep blue light flows between the ice layers, as if time has stood still, leaving only endless cold and solitude.

However, this silence was broken by herself today.

The sound of swallowing echoed in the empty space. Lissandra lay sprawled in the center of the Hall of Nine Venerables, separated from the one-eyed observer by only thirty feet of ice. Her only covering was an open robe.

An indescribable tension and ambiguity filled the air. The suffocating feeling lasted for at least several seconds before Lissandra swallowed every last drop of her life essence, her eyes glazed as she tried to correct her disordered breathing.

Coming to her senses, she immediately grabbed Wild Hunt tightly with both hands, as if she wanted to crush him. His thick waist looked rather small in the giantess's hands.

"You damned lecher, how dare you defy your superiors!"

"What are you talking about? I clearly did a safe disposal. If I shot it down there, I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to hold it in..." Wild Hunt wasn't nervous at all, looking down at Lissandra with a smile that made her teeth itch.

His words were blunt and vulgar, yet Lissandra couldn't refute them.

After all, this is a forbidden area sealed with the monitor. She doesn't even dare to let a fly in, let alone so much life essence. If a few drops were to leak out accidentally, it could cause a disaster.

Thinking about this, Lissandra began to feel grateful that she had put a robe under her and hadn't moved much from beginning to end; otherwise, the slippery area between her legs would have been a potential problem.

“Too many worries won’t allow you to fully enjoy yourself. I see you’re not quite satisfied yet, how about another round?” Wild Hunt probed her limits with a deep, seductive voice.

"Your skin is harder than ice!" Lissandra laughed in exasperation at the Wild Hunt's shamelessness.

First, he forcibly violated her, enraging her. Then, taking advantage of her anger and need to vent, he invited her to do it again. And so on, wouldn't that achieve perpetual motion?

But now that there's a first time, a few more times don't seem to matter. Lissandra released her hands, signaling the Wild Hunt to continue. She remained lying on her back, afraid to make any large movements, lest she meet the Watcher's icy reflection.

"Same here, you're not bad either, you can enjoy yourself even with the watcher beneath you. Have you been accumulating too much pressure and need to release it?" Wild Hunt teased.

Lissandra did not respond, because Wild Hunt changed to a more intimate position, squatting down and bringing his hot member to her mouth again.

Practice makes perfect, and this time she was less resistant. After hesitating for a moment, she stretched out her arms and wrapped them around the waist of the mad hunter. Her seductive black lips took the whole little tail into her mouth, and the nimble and charming python coiled around her, tightly wrapping around the hot and rough fleshy pillar.

Because of his smaller size, Wild Hunt could only reach a pair of large breasts. He simply wrapped his arms around the two exposed, enormous hemispheres, forcefully creating a deep cleavage, and then lay down in their full, soft embrace, simultaneously licking and sucking the ice cream-like nipples.

Enticed by him, Lissandra spat out the hard, hot thing covered in saliva and gently stroked it in her palm, then used her mouth to envelop the scrotum below. Her mouth felt as cool as ice, instantly stimulating the scrotum to clench tightly.

"By the way, I happen to need your help with something." Wild Hunt suddenly stopped what he was doing.

"Is there something you absolutely have to say now?" Lissandra frowned slightly, clearly annoyed at being interrupted.

“It won’t hurt to listen, it won’t hurt you.” Wild Hunt chuckled, then cleared his throat and told Lissandra in detail about Winter’s Claw crossing the Frozen Sea to steal the Orn Jar from the Bearmen’s territory.

"Your information is far too outdated. My priest told me days ago that they had already boarded the wolf ship, and they've probably landed by now." Lissandra sneered, a hint of disdain flashing in her eyes. "Let the Winter's Claws go if they want. A bunch of arrogant fools are just courting death. Why stop them?"

After speaking, she continued to speak, focusing on the task at hand, seemingly unconcerned about the matter.

“If I were to tell you, we also intend to help them seize the urn,” Wild Hunt said meaningfully.

Lissandra paused slightly, her brows furrowing even deeper.

"You are indeed a force to be reckoned with, and your joining will greatly increase your chances of winning. But I still don't believe you can defeat the giant bear."

"What if I also told you that the agent of Osiris, the Lord of Joy and one of the Ten Evil Lords, had gone to fight the Great Bear?"

"The Ten Great Evil Lords?" A complex look flashed in Lissandra's eyes, as if a distant memory had been stirred within her. As someone who had lived for eight thousand years, it was impossible for her not to recognize these legendary demons.

“A simultaneous attack from three forces could indeed pose a threat to Volibear,” she said slowly, her expression solemn. “But you must understand that Volibear was born from the first thunderclap in Freljord. Just as you cannot kill the thunder, you cannot completely destroy him. Even if you destroy his physical body, he will be reborn after a while. Moreover, he can draw strength from war and sacrifice; the more brutal the battlefield, the stronger he becomes.”

Because Lissandra had faced Volibear directly, she knew how terrifying the giant bear was.

It was during the Mythical Wars, and Volibear, empowered by the war, reached the pinnacle of his power, easily destroying her eyes and plunging her into eternal darkness.

If the Wild Hunt hadn't restored her eyesight, she probably would never have had the chance to see the light in her entire life.

Lissandra has warned the Wild Hunt about the danger, but the latter still has no intention of giving up.

"That's precisely why I need your help. Don't you want to get revenge for what happened back then?"

Lissandra remained silent for a moment, her eyes deep and complex, as if she were weighing something.

After thousands of years of accumulation, this hatred has become incredibly deep.

Sometimes she even felt grateful that Volibear had blinded her back then, so that she could walk in this abyss.

Finally, she said calmly, "Let's talk about this later."

The matter concerns an old grudge with a demigod, and Lissandra dares not rashly agree to the Wild Hunt's request to intervene in this war.

Her primary task has always been to ensure that the Watcher does not awaken. That is the mission her people have carried for thousands of years, and it is the premise of all her actions.

On this basis, it would obviously be unwise to provoke a demigod.

"I'll wait and see for a while," she silently decided.

Chapter 301 Garden and Icy Sea

Portil carried everyone westward, crossing countless snow-covered mountains along the way, until they arrived at the so-called Anivia, the so-called Ice Garden.

"Let's rest here for a bit," Kasha suggested.

"I would have fallen behind even without you telling me," Portil replied with a hint of weariness in his voice, yet still with an air of pride.

The ice dragon carrying everyone landed in the valley. The long flight was a huge test of physical endurance for both the dragon and its passengers.

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Unlike flying in an airplane, riding a dragon requires you to hold on tightly to its back at all times to fight against the oncoming gale and violent turbulence, which leaves everyone feeling exhausted.

Ahri stretched her shoulders, then slid off Portil's snowy fur and looked around.

The Ice and Snow Garden is a valley surrounded by continuous snow-capped mountains, filled with ice sculptures of all shapes and sizes. Some are carved into lifelike plants and animals, while others resemble abstract totems, exuding a sense of mystery.

The first thing that caught the eye was a giant frog, crouching at the entrance of the valley, its body easily over ten meters tall. The texture of its skin was clearly visible, even showing the moistness characteristic of amphibians. Its eyes were wide open, its gaze bright and piercing, watching the group of visitors who had stepped into this snow garden.

Behind the frog, dolphins and cranes soared into the air, their leaps etched into the surface of the sea, shimmering in the sunlight. Ali also spotted a massive ice sword, tens of meters tall, exuding an unparalleled majesty, as if guarding this icy garden, deterring anyone from approaching.

Bathed in sunlight, the ice sculptures refracted a dazzling light, as if each one had been imbued with life. A cold wind blew, swirling fine snowflakes that danced in the air, adding a touch of dynamism and mystery to this snow-covered garden. In the distance, the clouds atop the snow-capped mountains drifted slowly, reflecting off the ice sculptures in the valley and creating a tranquil yet magnificent scene.

“The Ice Garden…this is the place Alara is looking for, Heathcliff’s home…” Ahri murmured softly, her eyes filled with amazement. She felt as if she had stepped into a world of giants, with towering ice sculptures all around her, each one seemingly containing ancient power and secrets.

"Isn't this the Ice and Snow World?" Wild Hunt muttered. If some ice sculptures were added to the valley, it would really look like a certain tourist attraction he had seen in his previous life.

"what?"

"It's nothing. However, the ice sculptures here are not just decorations. They are actually dormant ice and snow creatures, so it's best to be careful."

"So they could come back to life at any moment?" Ahri blinked, and the image of all the ice sculptures in the valley awakening simultaneously flashed through her mind. That scene would probably be far more spectacular than what she was seeing now.

Just then, a flapping sound swept overhead. Portil spread her wings and landed gracefully on the enormous ice sculpture of a greatsword not far away. She narrowed her sharp pupils and surveyed the entire valley from her vantage point.

Suddenly, her gaze settled on a mountain peak in front of her. There stood a gigantic ice tree, far larger than any other ice sculpture.

The greatsword beneath her feet was too small to serve as a foothold; in comparison, the ice tree in front of her was a better fit.

Portil immediately flapped her wings and flew over. However, when she got close to the ice tree and saw the mountain where it was rooted, she suddenly stopped in mid-air and hesitated to land.

"What scared you?" Sephir never missed an opportunity to strike at Portil, and immediately retorted sarcastically, "Even a mighty dragon has moments of fear?"

"Come and see for yourself." Portil's voice carried a rare hint of seriousness, completely ignoring Sephie's sarcasm.

Sephie raised an eyebrow, then climbed to a higher position. As her perspective changed, her pupils suddenly contracted, and a look of shock appeared on her face.

It turns out that the so-called "mountain" was not a mountain at all, but the torso of a giant deer!

Its body was so enormous that it was unimaginable; the surrounding snow-capped peaks were all formed from its remains.

The broken limbs, shattered bones, and scattered internal organs were all covered in ice and snow, blending into the surrounding environment to form a huge cemetery.

The giant ice tree they had seen earlier was actually the antlers of a giant deer, towering high and reaching into the clouds.

"What...what is this?" Sephie murmured, her tone no longer carrying the previous contempt.

“This must be Kailurel…” Ahri’s expression changed, the surprise from before was gone, replaced by an indescribable sense of oppression.

Seeing that everyone remained silent, Kasha shook her head and said, "Forget it, there's something strange about this place. Let's continue on our way."

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The Ice and Snow Garden is not far from the sea. About half a day later, a frozen sea suddenly appeared before everyone's eyes.

"I was surprised to find that there's flowing sea here. I thought the water was all frozen," Kasha exclaimed.

This was the first time in days that they had truly stopped. The group slid off the dragon's back, stretching their backs and moving their numb arms. Kai'Sa also took this opportunity to go over to Ashe and say something.

“Seawater is salty, and like wine, it doesn’t freeze easily,” Ash explained.

"So, the sea will still freeze, right?" Kasha didn't know that ethanol and salt both lower the freezing point of water; she only needed to know that pure water freezes most easily.

"Yes, once we cross the icy sea, we will reach the territory of the bear people."

Upon hearing this, Kasha gazed at the horizon of the icy sea. She saw no land, but instead a vast expanse of thick, dark clouds hanging low like lead, with flashes of lightning appearing within them, as if brewing a terrifying storm.

The impending battle felt like a sharp blade hanging heavily over everyone's heads. Everyone tacitly understood, silently seizing the time to rest and recuperate, preparing themselves for the unknown future.

Half a day passed in the blink of an eye, and the group embarked on their journey once more. Pottier originally intended to traverse the Frozen Sea directly, but the continuous thunderclaps from the sea of ​​clouds ahead instilled fear in her, and she gradually slowed her flight.

“We can’t fly any further. Last time, the Bear Spirit hid in the sea of ​​clouds and attacked us with a thunderstorm. If it happens again, we won’t be able to handle it.” As they flew to the center of the icy sea and were about to enter the storm zone, Potil finally voiced his worries, his voice tinged with anxiety.

"I wish the sea would freeze over, but it hasn't. Where are we going to find a place to land now? Full speed ahead, get to land as soon as possible. The longer we delay, the greater the risk!" Kasha shouted at the top of her lungs, her purple hair whipping wildly in the wind. If she hadn't shouted, her words would have been swallowed up by the howling wind.

“If we get struck by lightning, we’ll all fall into the sea. Can you bear the consequences?” Portil immediately retorted, his tone firm, and stopped moving forward.

A sudden clap of thunder boomed not far ahead, seemingly confirming Portil's worries. This put Kaisa in a difficult position, and she retorted, "Couldn't you have flown a little lower?"

"Stop making noise!" Ashe couldn't stand it anymore and shouted to stop them. "In the name of Avarosa, I'll shoot an arrow down and see if I can freeze the sea. Kai'Sa, I'm going to draw my bow, you hold me steady."

Chapter 302 Unexpected Situation

Dark clouds rolled in, a storm gathered, and even the icy sea below stirred, seemingly responding to the angry thunder.

Faced with the surging icy sea before her and the deadlock on her path forward, a sense of determination welled up within Ashe.

She took a deep breath and drew the Bow of Avarosa from the insect hive. Her hands trembled slightly, not from the cold, but from a heart full of self-reproach and an urgent desire to make amends.

She embarked on this journey entirely out of her own selfish motives.

Because of her own affairs, she had dragged her companions into this unknown and perilous adventure. The thought filled Aisha with guilt.

Every sleepless night, this feeling of guilt followed her like a shadow, gnawing at her heart.

She knew that only by doing her utmost, taking on more responsibility, and exerting more effort could she slightly soothe the surging emotions within her.

A surge of feelings of indebtedness.

“Let’s do it,” Ashe said to Kai’Sa, taking a deep breath.

Once Kaisa had a firm grip on her ankle, Ashe released her grip on the ice dragon's fur.

In an instant, inertia violently flung her off the dragon's back, leaving her hanging upside down on one leg in mid-air, the gale-force winds crashing against her body like raging waves.

Ashe gripped the bow tightly, her long fingers resting on the gleaming bowstring, and silently prayed, "Avarosa, Mother of Wisdom, grant me strength to pave a path forward for all."

However, when Ash truly entrusted her life to someone else, she was shocked to realize that she had oversimplified things.