Void Beetle Evolution Guide

Wild Hunt was also annoyed by the tedious decryption process and suggested, "Perhaps it doesn't have to be so complicated. Try summoning the Ancestral Spirit. It is the embodiment of the will of the Visha's race, and it should theoretically have the highest authority."

"Then I'll give it a try." Ahri awakened the spirit fox, which instantly darted into the core of the golem like a streak of light, causing the golem to emit a buzzing sound.

"Memory assigned... Memory accepted... Respected developer, please give your instructions."

Ahri's eyes widened, and she covered her mouth in surprise. Even a novice knows the difference between going from an administrator to a developer.

"Open the Baru Furnace!" Ahri said defiantly.

"Sorry... the energy is not fully activated, so the teleportation array cannot be opened."

"..." Ahri was speechless after being rejected again. What was the point of having the highest level of authority?

“Although I’ve been upgraded to the highest level, it seems I still have to honestly activate the energy of the other two towers.” Wild Hunt pondered for a moment. “Teleportation array… It sounds like the Baru Furnace isn’t in the secret vault, but requires a teleportation array to reach.”

"Why was it designed like this?" Ahri complained.

"Machines are so inflexible in their logic that they can only do simple tasks. Otherwise, they would have replaced humans long ago."

I suspect that this place wasn't originally intended as a research institute for the Vessavin race, but rather as a checkpoint or warehouse leading to the Baru Furnace.

Creating golems was probably not their original intention, but rather a condition offered by Hylia: to use golems to replace humans in guarding dangerous and important places like the Baru Furnace or the Underground Vault.

The Visha'nin race, on the other hand, needs the holy mist provided by Hylia to create memory orbs, storing people's memories within them to build memory libraries, or implanting them into golems to achieve another form of immortality.

After listening to Wild Hunt's analysis, Ahri was filled with dread, goosebumps rising all over her body: "So, if I just import their memories into the orb and put it into the golem, can I bring them back to 'life'?!"

"Perhaps it's possible, but even if you manage to do it, what you'll resurrect is just a puppet. It only possesses the memories of its predecessor, lacks the ability to think independently, and cannot learn or grow. It's fine to keep you company and chat with you, but treating it as a living, breathing person is still a long way off."

Wild Hunt wasn't intentionally trying to discourage Ahri; he was just telling her not to have too high expectations.

Ahri sighed upon hearing this. Even if she wanted to be resurrected, she would need to find the complete memories and master the technique first. Without anyone to teach her, she didn't know how long it would take to learn it by herself.

"Let's take it one step at a time and go restore the energy first."

Ahri left the golem array and headed to the other two towers, activating their energy sources and collecting the craftsman-type and command-type memories along the way.

Using these memories, she could import them into the golems throughout the vault and assign them suitable tasks. However, at this stage, she didn't know what to make these golems do.

After activating all energy sources, and with the help of Trial Unit One, the teleportation array to the Baru Furnace was finally opened successfully.

Ahri stood nervously on top. As the golem activated the switch, countless images began to rush past Ahri, and an immense sense of oppression followed, almost pressing her to the ground.

Towering straits... a green sea... an underwater temple... she saw her destination amidst the layers of images.

As a surge of agitation rose in her chest, Ahri swayed, disappearing amidst a flurry of chaotic light and shadow before reappearing in the temple.

The sound of running water was constant. Ahri suppressed the churning in her stomach and began to look around.

She found herself in a closed stone chamber, where the eerie green flames burning in a brazier stained the surrounding space with a bronze hue.

All around was murky green seawater, exuding a damp, salty smell, and she stood on a platform in the middle of the sea. In the flower bed on the platform, two potted plants stood out, their leaves as fiery red as autumn maple leaves.

The walls of the stone chamber were inlaid with numerous animal-face reliefs, from which seawater continuously gushed forth. The largest animal sculpture was on the wall directly opposite the teleportation array, almost covering the entire wall.

Its eyes burned with rust-green flames, and a small waterfall cascaded down from its head, the sound of rushing water filling the pool below, flowing to an unknown destination, yet the water level remained constant.

But amidst the sound of water, there seemed to be another voice, quietly... emerging in Ahri's mind, whispering to her: "Save me...save me from here..."

The voice was deep and hoarse, weak yet full of resentment, somewhat like the Wild Hunt's voice, but the emotions it contained were completely different, as if it had been imprisoned for thousands of years.

To confirm, Ahri cautiously asked, "My benefactor? Was that you speaking?"

"Huh? I didn't say anything. What did you hear?" Wild Hunt's reply came.

"Am I hallucinating?" Ahri wondered, but the voice persisted, relentlessly drilling into her mind.

Ahri's gaze searched the stone chamber eagerly, finally settling on the mouth of the giant beast-like sculpture. Something seemed to be hidden within the beast's mouth, concealed by the waterfall, constantly emitting sounds.

She used her magic to part the water, revealing a strange weapon lying inside. This weapon was forged from black iron, but strange flesh and blood grew inside, radiating a scarlet light.

It was a halberd, its head shaped like a shark's head, and the voice Ahri had heard earlier came from the shark's mouth: "Save me...save me...I will give you...power...great power!"

"This weapon is talking to me... It's bewitching me!" Ahri instantly became alert. Faced with this object of unknown origin and exuding an evil aura, she showed great caution and did not rashly reach out to touch it.

After Wild Hunt examined it carefully, he solemnly revealed the origin of the weapon.

"This is a Darkin weapon. You should be glad you didn't touch it carelessly, Ahri."

Chapter 341 Darkin Weapons

"You should be glad you didn't touch it rashly, Ahri." Wild Hunt stared intently at the black and red halberd emanating eerie veins from the sea monster statue's mouth, his voice carrying an undeniable seriousness.

"..." Ahri's heart skipped a beat, anxiously awaiting what would follow.

"This is a Darkin weapon, sealed within a fallen Celestial Warrior. It will devour you the moment you touch it, using the host's flesh and blood to reshape your body."

Upon hearing this, Ahri gasped. Who would have thought that this seemingly powerful weapon, brimming with spiritual energy, was actually a trap disguised as power!

"But aren't the Darkin from Kai'Sa's homeland of Shurima? Why would they appear on the Shadow Isles, which are so far away?"

Wild Hunt quickly reviewed the known information and, combining it with his own deductions, explained: "The Darkin War of yesteryear was protracted and devastating, ultimately requiring the Protoss to intervene and break them apart, sealing each one and transforming them into the Darkin weapons you see. These weapons can sense each other, and to prevent them from gathering a large army and returning, the Protoss instructed mortals to take their weapons to secret locations and hide them separately. This Baru person should have received one as well, and hid it in..."

here."

"So, in other places... there are many more of these living weapons?"

"The scale of the Darkin War is beyond your imagination. Basically, every place with a bit of fame has at least one Darkin weapon sealed inside. And in your homeland Ionia, there is more than one."

After saying that, Wild Hunt refocused his gaze on the weapon in the statue's mouth. "Ah Li, step aside and go back to the teleportation array. I want to see if he can do anything to me."

The Wild Hunt tore through space, extending its dark claws and seizing the living weapon.

The physical contact caused the halberd to instantly open a scarlet eye, writhing like a planet made of flesh and blood, making it appear even more eerie, but the expected backlash did not occur.

"What's going on? Why is there no response after I've been touching it for so long?"

"No! This familiar feeling—ugh! It's the damn void! I'll tear you to shreds!"

Sensing the aura of the void, the previously rambling Darkin weapon instantly awakened under the furious impact, roaring that it would destroy the Wild Hunt. If it weren't immobilized, it would probably have already transformed into a bloody shadow and pounced on the Wild Hunt.

"It seems the Darkin's blood magic doesn't work on Void creatures. In other words, as long as there's skin armor between them, it's still possible to pick it up," Wild Hunt pondered to himself.

He could clearly sense that the Darkin weapons were trying to corrupt him, but they couldn't find any target points on his body to attach to.

"What... is wrong with it?" Ahri shrank her neck, somewhat frightened by the crazed appearance of the Darkin weapon, as if the two had an irreconcilable blood feud.

"The Void War was a war devoid of honor, bringing only endless suffering. Celestial warriors either died in battle or suffered severe mental trauma, which led to their later fall into the Darkin. It is not surprising that it reacted so violently."

Ignoring the Darkin weapon's howls, the Wild Hunt asked, "Hey. Darkin, what's your name?"

The Darkin weapon did not respond, but instead fired off a series of questions: "Why can you, a Void creature, speak? Why are you here? Has the outside world been swallowed by the Void?"

"You ask so many questions," Wild Hunt said irritably. "I have some good news for you: the outside world hasn't been swallowed by the Void, but the threat from the Void still exists."

"Didn't we seal them away?...They've come back?"

The Wild Hunt ignored it and said directly, "Furthermore, I am not the void creature you think I am. You can think of me as a sealed being, just like you, except that I am not sealed in a weapon, but inside a void creature. Now, tell me, what is your name, and what is your background?"

Wild Hunt's words silenced the Darkin weapon, which pondered with deep suspicion for a long time. But without going out and seeing for itself, it would be difficult to discern the truth.

"Why are you so quiet? Have you lost your voice?" Wild Hunt urged.

"You are indeed eloquent, unlike any Void creature I have ever encountered... I will believe you for now and, in my mercy, tell you my name. Remember me, my name is Tarush! I am a member of the Great Ascended Order! A Celestial Warrior fighting the Void on the front lines! A great hero of Shurima!"

Hearing its arrogant and condescending tone, Wild Hunt felt nauseous. "Where did this stray dog ​​come from? I've never heard of that name before."

"Damn it! You don't even know my name?! Are there no legends about me passed down to future generations?! Ahhh!! I'm going to destroy this world!!!" Tarush went berserk, and the flesh and blood around the Darkin weapon began to boil, with countless blood vessel-like patterns bulging on the black iron surface, emitting a chilling pulsating sound.

"Stop acting crazy! There are only a few Darkin still active outside. You just need to tell me whose subordinate you are." Wild Hunt forcefully pressed him down.

“Aatrox!” Tarouch uttered the name he was so proud of.

"So it was him." Wild Hunt mused.

"Now that you know, why don't you hurry up and offer up those mortals over there so I can rebuild my physical body? Then, whatever you want, I can snatch it for you!" the Darkborn weapon enticed with a loud laugh.

"Ha, you wish!"

Wild Hunt waved his hand, retrieving the Darkin weapon back into the Zerg hive. As the weapon disappeared, Ahri immediately felt a sense of peace wash over her.

"Ah Li, it's not safe to leave this weapon here. I'm taking it. You can stay in the vault and do your research. Just summon me if you need anything."

"Hmm..." Ahri had originally been looking forward to spending some time alone with Wild Hunt in the Vault, but the series of unexpected events completely ruined her mood, so she had to give up.

……

The perspective shifts to Kai'Sa. After separating from the Wild Hunt, she followed his instructions and had the Frost Dragon carry Ashe back to Laxtak, the capital of the Avarosans.

Since the Wild Hunt had no further instructions and Kai'Sa didn't know where to go for the main storyline, she simply accepted Ashe's invitation and stayed for a few days.

After a long and tiring journey, Aisha hosted a grand banquet for the group and then arranged for them to soak in an open-air hot spring to relieve their fatigue.

When Wild Hunt shifted his consciousness there, he happened to see several of his family members enjoying the hot springs.

The courtyard wall blocked the north wind and any prying eyes; on this cold night with light snow falling, the rising heat was particularly noticeable.

Water vapor condensed into a hazy veil under the moonlight, and several beautiful figures appeared and disappeared in the mist, making the place seem like a fairyland.

Chapter 342 Hot Spring Time

The Wild Hunt arrived at the perfect time, or it could be said to have come at the worst possible time.

No one spoke in the garden; everyone was quietly soaking in the hot spring, enjoying a rare moment of tranquility.

He had something to say, but decided to wait until the others finished soaking in the hot spring before discussing it, and also to enjoy the view.

Kasha lay on the smooth stones at the edge of the pool, her collarbone and above the water above her head, the cedar trees above her head shielding her from the falling snow. She hugged her arms and quietly closed her eyes, her beautiful purple hair piled high, motionless as if asleep.

This was the first time Wild Hunt had seen Kai'Sa with her hair up. In his mind, although Kai'Sa was quite precocious, seventeen or eighteen years old should be the stage where she was transitioning from childishness to maturity. But she was already full of mature and sophisticated charm.

This is related to the fact that she never shows her face without makeup. Kai'Sa has never had the habit of wearing makeup, but the facial markings formed by the Void energy and the eyeshadow naturally adorn that great face. In addition, the purple color is very charming, so she looks particularly cold and beautiful.

Perhaps it was the hardships and trials she had endured over the years that had made her exude a much more composed demeanor, cold on the outside but warm on the inside. Combined with the nourishment she received from the Wild Hunt over the years, this was why she possessed such breathtaking beauty, outshining all others even with her eyes closed. Only the Wild Hunt could reveal her wilder side when they were alone together.

The petite Talia sat down next to Kaisa, immersing her entire body in the hot spring, except for her nostrils and above. A folded towel covered her head, making her look like a fluffy poro from a distance, which was quite adorable.

Although she was born a few months earlier than Kai'Sa, she stood next to Kai'Sa like a little girl who hadn't grown up yet, with a childlike innocence and naivety in her words and actions.

After being exposed to the scorching sun away from Shurima, Talia's previously rough face gradually improved, and her skin began to lighten. However, she always told Kai'Sa that she missed the sunshine and the bustling markets of her hometown.

Although Talia's skin showed signs of turning white, her race was still a factor; no matter how white she became, she couldn't possibly be as white as Ashe, who had the bloodline of ice.

The mother sat alone to one side, gazing blankly at the sky.

Her long, silvery-white hair was spread out on the stone, and snowflakes fell on her face; she seemed to have something on her mind.

Ashe's appearance is actually quite different from that of ordinary Freljord people. Other Warmothers have high noses and deep-set eyes, but her eyebrows and eyes are more delicate and soft, and her frame is not as tall as others, which is more in line with the Wild Hunt's aesthetic.

It was precisely this uniqueness that made her one in a million in Freljord, and the number of men who wanted to marry her in place of their own tribe could form a whole circle around Laxtak.

Unfortunately, these people didn't know that this War Mother had already pledged herself to the Wild Hunt in her heart and would never consider marriage in this lifetime.

The two dragon maidens, who disliked each other, occupied two corners, exuding a subtle yet competitive aura between them.

Sephie's unusually tall frame and imposing figure prevented her from immersing her entire body in the hot spring like the others.

The way the Northern Hemisphere emerged from the water looked like it was wearing two airbags. Its upper body was being assaulted by cold air, while its lower body was enveloped in hot springs. The discomfort of alternating hot and cold made her furrow her brows.

"Hot springs aren't for me. I'm going to try a sauna. Maybe the steam can shrink these annoying little burdens a bit." Saifei complained as she got up and left the hot spring. Her huge breasts, like a reservoir, splashed water along an explosive curve into the pool, creating a splashing sound.

"Just go, why bother showing it off? So what if her breasts are big? They're just rock-hard breasts." On the other side, Portil thought to himself, cursing that Sephiroth's breasts were all filled with muscle.

Pushing open the wooden door of the sauna, a wave of heat carrying the smell of sulfur rushed towards her. Saifei sat casually on the wooden chair, seemingly unconcerned about the unbearably hot surface, and closed her eyes to meditate in the steamy atmosphere.

Before long, fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, slid down her chin, flowed across her impressively large cleavage, and finally gathered in a puddle beneath her clearly defined abdominal muscles.

An inexplicable competitive urge made Portil increasingly angry, so she left the hot spring and went to the shower room. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, she grabbed her breasts hard twice, gasping in pain.

After confirming that her breasts were softer and more delicate than Fairy's, Portilo felt much better. She quickly rinsed herself with hot water, then wrapped herself in a towel and went to the mirror to meticulously wash her hair, just like any other woman.

Previously, she regarded humans as ants and looked down on this physical body. However, after succumbing to the "spare the rod" of the Wild Hunt, she gradually came to appreciate the beauty of being a woman and began to value her second body.

Otherwise, she wouldn't be so bothered by the size of her breasts.

Although being ridden around for so long has been tiring, it's all good as long as I can get away from that old hag Lissandra.

After a while, Talia, who was soaking in the hot spring, suddenly broke the silence.

"Kasha, I feel a little dizzy..."

Kasha opened her eyes and reminded her, "You're too close to the water's surface. You've inhaled too much water vapor, and your brain is starting to lack oxygen."

Listening to their conversation, Wild Hunt felt it was about time to get to the point and start talking.

"Where's Sephiroth? Isn't she with you?" Wild Hunt asked, pretending to have just arrived.

"She's in the sauna. You need to talk to her?" Kasha asked, her tone questioning, as if Wild Hunt couldn't just tell her what he wanted to say.