Void Beetle Evolution Guide

Olaf roared and raised his battle axe to strike, cleaving through the last obstacle. The axe struck the spear but was violently bounced back by an inexplicable force.

A piercing metallic clang rang out, and everyone clutched their ears in pain, some even rolling on the ground in agony.

Of all these people, only the scout remained unaffected. Blood tears streamed from his eyes, and as if driven by some voice, he crouched down and reached out to stroke his spear.

The instant the scout's hand touched the spear, the outer shell of the spearhead, resembling both rust and scab, suddenly cracked open with a sharp, shattering sound. Wildly expanding flesh burst through the crack, revealing a blood-red heart.

The heart pounded violently, and thick, foul-smelling blood seeped out as if it were crying tears of joy. It meandered along the patterns on the spear tip like a living thing, and in the blink of an eye, it enveloped the entire weapon, forming a dense layer of capillaries.

A powerful resentment locked onto the scout, drilling into his mind as if it were a tangible thing. In a fleeting instant, he saw the world through the eyes of this immortal being, witnessing the pain, torment, screams, and wails it had created over thousands of years.

The scout finally awoke from the brutal battlefield filled with death and ashes. His flesh and blood were being corrupted by evil magic. He writhed in agony, letting out a bloodcurdling scream.

He tried in vain to loosen his grip on the giant spear, but the spear had already extended countless fleshy protrusions that grew wildly upwards along his arm, completely connecting the two together.

The once strong arm was drained of flesh and blood, shrinking rapidly like a punctured bladder, and the skin lost its color in the blink of an eye, clinging wrinkled to the bone.

The fleshy prongs continued to drill into the scout's chest, blood began to seep from his seven orifices, and huge blisters swelled up on his skin as if it had been doused with boiling oil, filled with foul-smelling blood.

"For over a thousand years... finally... I am free!"

A voice suddenly arose in the minds of everyone present—full of darkness and hatred, echoing the painful cries of thousands of battlefields.

This is an endless cycle of death, the purest form of evil; they have all fallen into the trap!

Chapter 348: Flesh Giant

"Get back!" Sejuani's desperate shout shattered the deathly silence of the icy plains.

Almost at the same instant, the blood blisters all over the scout's body burst open in a bizarre and violent way, and countless dark red bloodstains gushed out from his wounds like a flood.

What's chilling is that the volume of this blood far exceeds the original capacity of the blood blisters, and it shows no sign of stopping gushing out, as if it were rolling in from an endless abyss.

Blood splattered onto the ice, making a sickening sizzling sound. Large amounts of corrosive black smoke rose rapidly, and the ice beneath their feet melted at a visible speed.

Those who couldn't retreat in time were only touched by a few drops of blood, and a terrifying chain reaction instantly erupted on them. Their skin began to fester and dissolve at an alarming rate, revealing the blood-soaked muscles and stark white bones beneath.

"Help! Help!" the soldier cried hysterically, his voice filled with endless fear and despair.

However, faced with this horrifying and bizarre blood disaster, everyone retreated in panic. Fear was like a cold shackle, binding their hands and feet, and no one dared to reach out to help.

The others scrambled out of the icy pit, and when they looked back in shock, the sight before them froze them completely.

The ice that had sealed the massive weapon had been completely melted, replaced by a terrifying pool of blood, filled with a nauseating crimson putrefaction.

The warrior struggled desperately in the pool of blood, but it was all in vain. In the blink of an eye, his legs were mercilessly dissolved into a blood-soaked skeleton, and he fell into the pool without the support of his muscles.

The thick, foul-smelling blood seemed to have an unusually heavy mass, so much so that even the skeleton could only float on the surface of the blood pool, swaying slightly with the fluctuations of the blood pool.

The pool of blood was like an insatiable monster, continuing to expand. Steelmane let out a terrified howl, like a frightened piglet, and Sejuani gripped the beast's reins tightly with all her might, retreating repeatedly.

The ice behind her continued to collapse under the erosion of the blood pool, and large amounts of snow fell into the blood pool, where they were instantly melted away without a trace.

A burst of crimson light shot into the sky, illuminating the night. The entire pale land was shrouded in powerful blood magic, plunging it into an apocalyptic scene, unrecognizable from existence. Mei Youlin, are you free? Lin Zai Zai, are you free yet...?

Finally, after expanding to a diameter of 100 meters, this terrifying pool of blood seemed to have exhausted its strength and barely stopped expanding.

"Boom!" Before everyone could catch their breath, the blood pool exploded as if a bomb had been thrown in, spraying countless streams of blood dozens of meters into the air!

Everyone felt a deep sense of despair. Just when Sejuani thought she was going to be consumed by the rain of blood, the blood did not spray as expected, but instead suddenly froze in mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, all the blood seemed to be drawn by some mysterious force, converging towards the center and instantly forming a thick column of blood.

Within the pillar of blood, a strange power surged ceaselessly, constantly writhing, twisting, and deforming, ultimately manifesting a nightmarish and bizarre form.

The crowd stared in horror as the giant of flesh and blood slowly rose from the pool of blood, spear in hand, his body emanating a suffocating aura of evil.

The massive body was constantly bleeding, its hard, scaly shell resembling a mixture of dried blood and rotting flesh. Red and white patches intertwined; the red was the blood-soaked flesh, while the white was the stark, exposed bone—a horrifying sight.

Its chest bore a horrifying V-shaped slit, extending from its groin down to its shoulders. A thin membrane of interwoven blood vessels barely concealed the sunken chest, through which its eerie heart pounded violently, each beat seemingly drawing life from the world.

Its massive, manta ray-like wings were edged with sharp spikes, and its head resembled a mutated bird or a twisted helmet. Deep within the gaps, a pair of eyes gleamed with an eerie light, like a gaze from the abyss, speaking of endless slaughter and bloodshed.

And the enormous spear in its hand finally revealed its true form, like a huge spine straightened and twisted into a spiral, covered with veins that connected to an immortal, raging heart, within which evil ancient magic surged endlessly.

"Mortal... tell me, what do I look like now?" The monster looked down at Sejuani and the others, her face hidden by a helmet-like exoskeleton, making it impossible to see any expression. Her chest heaved violently as she gasped for the long-lost air.

Sejuani's face turned extremely pale. She didn't know what the other person meant by asking that question—should she lie and say something nice, or tell the truth? The other person seemed to be lost in painful memories, covering their face and letting out rapid, panting breaths from deep within their body.

"Monster..." This was the only word Sejuani could think of when faced with the giant's nightmarish appearance.

Even Volibear's other, blood-soaked form exuded boundless majesty. But the monster before her only gave her an indescribable sense of distortion, like a deformed freak trying to revert to something.

"Aaaaaah—" The monster clenched its fists tightly, its bones cracking, and slammed its spear heavily into the ground, roaring in humiliation and resentment: "Damn Twilight Protoss, not only did you trap me in darkness for thousands of years! You also destroyed my Lightforged body!"

A sudden tremor shook Sejuani, making her lose her footing. The ice cracked again, and they retreated in panic.

Suddenly, as if remembering her past glory, the giant's outward rage vanished instantly. She stood upright, like a general, striving to maintain her dignity.

The monster let out a self-deprecating laugh, raised its arm covered with twisted blood vessels, covered its cracked chest, and made a sound of gritting its teeth.

"Do you know that feeling? Being trapped in darkness like a cocoon, only able to feel the passage of time, but unable to feel your body and limbs, feeling anxious but unable to do anything."

"My lungs and throat felt empty, as if I had stopped breathing halfway through, leaving my lungs to wait anxiously. My mouth was wide open, my throat was fully open, but I couldn't get any air in."

"I wanted to tear my face apart, but I couldn't feel my arms. I wanted to stand up straight, but I didn't know if I had succeeded. I couldn't feel anything except darkness."

“I’ve had enough! ‘Please let mortals find me, please!’ I begged the darkness without ceasing, but my shameful pleas were met only with deathly silence…”

She dug her claws into the gaps in her face, letting out a mournful cry. But the next second, she strode forward, engulfing everyone with her massive body. Her emotions were manic and volatile, like that of a mentally ill person.

"Finally! More than a thousand years later, my prayers have been answered. But this world has made me wait far too long, and it must pay the price. And it is you who will begin to pay!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she pointed the blood-red giant spear in her hand at the group of people.

Chapter 349 Attack on Titan

Sejuani felt incredibly unlucky after years of misfortune. Lately, whatever she wanted to do seemed to be fraught with crisis, as if she were being relentlessly haunted by bad luck.

But as the War Mother of the Claws of Winter, even when facing certain death, she has no possibility of surrendering.

"Scatter and escape! Run as many as you can!" Sejuani gave the decisive order, while pulling on the reins to slow down Steelmane, her intention to cover the rear was obvious.

“But the War Mother…” Urkas was about to speak to dissuade her, but Sejuani glared at him with a sharp look.

At her command, the small squad of only five or six men quickly dispersed in a fan shape, fleeing in different directions. Sejuani had deliberately slowed down Steelmane, whose size was a size larger than the other Juvask Boars, making him unsurprisingly the primary target of the Titans pursuing from behind.

"Give up the struggle, mortals. It is your honor to be able to reshape your bodies for me." The giant dragged his mountain-like body closer and closer, each step causing the ice to crack.

She didn't even run; she simply strolled forward, as if she had the life and death of her prey in her own hands, letting the decaying body continuously ooze pus and rotten fluid.

Sejuani, who was running at the back, could even hear the sounds of muscles and bones tearing and colliding inside the giant's body, as if the deformed body was frantically protesting its own grotesqueness.

Wanting to devour flesh and blood while speaking so grandly, saying the world has let you down, first think about what you have done to the world.

Sejuani drew her True Ice Lasso, hoping to slow the giant down. However, the giant proved to be even faster, displaying agility beyond its size.

She raised her spear, gathering power in an instant, and hurled it with a whooshing sound. The spear crashed to the ground, the shockwave sending Sergio Ni and her horse tumbling backward, their steel manes neighing in alarm.

The splashing snow buried Sejuani, who struggled to her feet, shaking her head which was ringing and vibrating. The giant's figure split into two, still slowly approaching her.

Oh no. Looking at the blurry double image in front of her, Sejuani couldn't guarantee that her True Ice Lasso would hit her opponent's ankle. This was her only chance, and she couldn't just make a move so easily.

Just then, she heard a heartbeat, echoing loudly in her ears. It wasn't her own heartbeat. Sejuani turned her head and glimpsed the eerie heart pounding on the spear.

Her mind raced, and she quickly realized that the weapon was the giant's true form. They had discovered the weapon first, while the giant was a being born from devouring flesh and blood, a puppet of the weapon.

While using a stationary weapon as the main body is counterintuitive, Sejuani could only rely on her own judgment at this moment, and hurled the lasso with all her might towards the heart of the spear planted in the ground. (The last sentence appears to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated gibberish.)

The power of pure ice erupted, a burst of icy mist exploded, the spear was frozen to the ground, its surface covered with a thick layer of frost, and even its powerful heart was frozen and stopped beating.

"Oh? You've already figured it out?" The giant's steps suddenly halted, but resumed a few seconds later. "Even the Protoss couldn't kill me, so what makes you think you can?"

The giant covered dozens of meters in a few strides, instantly catching up and easily shattering the ice to pull out the spear. Sejuani watched this scene, her heart sinking into an icy abyss, and she fled in disarray once more.

"If it weren't for the need to keep you as a host, you would have died with the first shot."

The giant's sinister voice came from behind, his legs spread wide in a spear-wielding stance. Sejuani, targeted, felt as if she were being pricked by needles, a death knell tolling in her heart.

At this critical moment, the giant seemed to sense something, turned his head to look southwest, his eyes hidden in the gap filled with doubt and uncertainty, and he still did not drop the spear in his hand.

Whatever she saw, it at least gave Sejuani a chance to catch her breath. Seizing this life-or-death moment, she kicked Steelmane hard in the side, and the beast beneath her roared, allowing her to escape to safety.

A black dot on the horizon was rapidly approaching, and the giant stood in place, spear in hand, waiting. She sensed the presence of her kind, but remained vigilant until she saw them in person.

"A flying Darkin... Could it be Aatrox? No... Aatrox couldn't be here. Who could it be?"

As the figure drew closer, a flowing ice dragon appeared. The distinction between friend and foe was clear: the Darkin were enemies everywhere, except for their own kind.

"Oh no! It seems to have spotted us! Portil, be careful!" Kasha stared intently at the giant that stood like a mountain in the distance. Seeing that the giant had raised its spear and was pointing it directly at them, she immediately felt a sense of impending doom.

The dragon beneath her responded with a low growl, but a strong sense of unease spread through Kasha's heart. She did not completely entrust her life to Portil, and prematurely removed her pod, arching her elytra behind her back.

Almost simultaneously, the giant moved. A colossal bone spear, accompanied by a piercing whistling sound, hurtled towards them like a black lightning bolt. Portil roared in shock and rage; she hadn't expected the spear to be so fast that she didn't even have time to dodge.

"Sorry everyone, good luck!" She flapped her wings forcefully, arching her massive body high and hurling them into the air. At the same time, she shrunk rapidly, reverting to human form, attempting to reduce the chances of being hit.

The giant spear whistled past Kai'Sa's feet. In the instant it passed, Kai'Sa used the momentum to sprint away, clearly seeing the spear's bizarre appearance. Veins coiled around the spear like vines, and a vibrant heart pounded wildly on it.

It really is a Darkin weapon! The thought had barely crossed Kai'Sa's mind when everyone was blown away by the shockwave from the spear.

Kaisa rapidly flapped her elytra to steady herself and was about to go to help the others when she saw the Wild Hunt extend its massive claws and firmly grab Talia. Meanwhile, Portil transformed back into a dragon and caught Sephiroth from below.

The attack was thus neutralized. Just as Kaisa was thinking this, the giant was already charging at full speed.

Without hesitation, Kai'Sa raised her hands, and the void energy rapidly gathered in her palms, unleashing two blazing plasma cannons.

The giant raised his arm, and his hard bone armor blocked the missile. After a violent explosion, only a few shallow marks remained on it.

"Void Power!" the giant roared in fury, grabbing a huge block of ice from the ground and hurling it at Kai'Sa with all its might.

Kaisa rose higher to dodge the incoming ice blocks, firing repeatedly with both hands, unleashing a barrage of plasma projectiles from the sky. The giant lowered its head again, using its manta ray-like wings to block the projectiles, remaining unscathed as well.

The enemy's bone armor was much harder than she had imagined. Kasha thought to herself, then switched her ammunition to sticky poison bullets, which had low immediate damage but strong corrosiveness, and fired at the giant again.

The bullet, trailing a purple glow, struck the giant, but instead of exploding, it pierced through the giant's bone armor, leaving a crater in its body. It then stuck to the crater and continued to drill into its body.

The giant seemed to feel no pain, ignoring his wounds. Blood magic could bring plundered flesh to life, but it also caused it to decay rapidly, requiring a constant supply of fresh flesh, or simply replacing it with a stronger body.

The filthy blood stained the snow black, but the giant naturally didn't care much about her physical body, which she would discard sooner or later. She abandoned her attack on Kasha and instead ran wildly towards Portil.

Portil tried to freeze her opponent with a frosty breath, but the giant blocked it with his arm, breaking through the breath at the cost of freezing his left arm. He clenched his fist and punched Portil in the chest, stopping her breath.

The ice dragon was no bigger than the giant's arm. It was sent flying by an uppercut, its chest caved in, and several of its ribs were broken. Blood spilled from its mouth.

However, the giant did not pursue her. Instead, he grabbed Sephiroth from her the moment Portil was sent flying, his eyes, hidden deep within his helmet, fixed on the Darkin halberd in her hand.

Chapter 350 Darkkin Assemble

"It's you?! Tarouch." The giant's voice sounded full of surprise, utterly bewildered to see a familiar face in this place.

"Anaka, save me!" Tarouch cried out as if grasping at a straw, his single eye on his halberd trembling violently with excitement.

A hint of suspicion flashed in Anaka's eyes, and she asked with a questioning tone, "Why are you still acting like such a coward? Could it be that you don't even have the guts to lay a hand on a mere mortal?"

"No! You have no idea what's going on. These guys are on high alert, they won't give me a chance to make contact! Avenge me, I'm going to kill them!" Tarouch shouted hoarsely, his neck turning red if he had a body now.

"Fine, I'll save you this time while I'm at it."

At this moment, Sephie, who was being held in Anaka's hand and listening to the two of them loudly plotting, shouted in dissatisfaction: "Hey! You two, aren't you underestimating me?"

"Another dragon? Since when can dragons become human?" Anaka stared intently at Sephiroth, a look of doubt flashing in her eyes.

"Correct, but there's no reward." Saifei smiled dismissively. Mei Youlin thought, "Isn't it in the air, is it in the middle of the night...?"

In an instant, her aura surged, her clothes burst open, and blinding light erupted from her body like a blazing sun. Her figure expanded rapidly, instantly surpassing Anaka's palm, and in just a moment, it became larger than a towering mountain.

The giant sea dragon swung its massive claws with overwhelming force, slamming Anaka down under its claws. The ground trembled violently from the impact, and snow from miles around burst forth, revealing the broken ice beneath.

"Is he dead?" Kasha rushed over, staring intently at the pool of blood under Sephiroth's claws.

"Nothing's happening anymore, maybe."

Sephira raised her claws, and a blood pool shaped like a claw print appeared on the ground. The air was filled with a strong, pungent smell of blood, but what was puzzling was that Anaka's flattened body was nowhere to be seen in the blood pool, only a pool of viscous blood that emitted a foul stench.

"How come there aren't even any corpses?" Sephie felt something was amiss, and immediately opened her giant mouth, spewing out a torrent of blood to wash over the blood pool.

Under the powerful scouring of the water, the blood pool was quickly washed away completely, but not only was Anaka nowhere to be seen, but even the Darkin halberd that Sephi had brought with her had vanished without a trace.

"Damn Darkin!!!" Sephiroth realized he had been tricked and roared angrily to the sky. His roar echoed across the ice field, triggering an avalanche that resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

"I'll go after him!" Kai'Sa's eyes searched the pale earth, trying to find the blood-red figure, but Wild Hunt stopped her.

“No need to search anymore, let’s save Portil first. She looks badly injured.” Wild Hunt pondered, “The Darkin need to kill to maintain their bodies, they’re destined to be unable to hide. I have a feeling we’ll see them again soon.”

……

After confirming that the others had left, Anaka finally crawled out from under an inconspicuous rock, looking disheveled.