Void Beetle Evolution Guide

At this moment, she had lost her enormous giant body and her size was almost the same as that of a normal person. Her body was covered with a layer of black and red hard scales, like scabs that had been dried for several weeks without peeling off. However, her form became more like that of an armored human soldier.

"I never imagined that even the great warriors of the heavens would one day have to hide in the cracks of the earth and eke out a living." She held two weapons in her hands, a spear with a heart and a halberd with a single eye, and it was the latter that uttered these sarcastic remarks.

"Shut up! You're the one who brought all this trouble here! I lost the body I just got in order to save you." Anaka cursed, using her battle halberd as a crutch to walk south.

“Alright, once I find a suitable host, I’ll find a way to compensate you,” Tarouch promised.

The Darkin aren't always crazy; at least in front of their trusted kind, they can still joke around like normal people.

However, Anaka wasn't very appreciative. She grumbled impatiently, "We don't have that much time to choose a host for you. We have to get back to Shurima immediately. Just pick a few people to occupy along the way."

"Back to Shurima? What happened?!" Taroosh was puzzled. Before he was sealed away, Shurima had already turned into scattered sand. Could it be that after so many years, the Sun Dynasty has risen again?

He eagerly awaited Anaka's exciting news, but Anaka asked him with equal bewilderment, "Didn't you hear it? Aatrox's summons. He's gathering all the living Darkin; he needs our help."

When did this happen?

“Just recently. If we consider a timeframe of a thousand years, you could say it just happened,” Anaka replied.

"Hiss... I happened to be thrown into a strange space during that time, so I didn't hear anything. What happened to Aatrox? Why did he summon the Darkin like that?"

Anaka didn't delve into it, shaking her head as she replied, "I don't know either. I just could tell he was very angry. The last time he was that angry was because of that person..."

The two Darkborn simultaneously recalled a name that made them grit their teeth and wish they could kill him.

……

At the same time.

Shurima. Zoran.

A tall, burly, horned uninvited guest arrived in the town where Kai'Sa and Talia once lived.

The dark silhouette was set against the full moon, obscuring his face. Only the massive sword trailing behind him, with its vibrant heart pounding violently, offered a glimpse into the newcomer's identity.

When the statue carved into the cliff face came into view, the dark figure abruptly stopped and looked up at the faceless statue. Moonlight shone on its face, illuminating a pair of scarlet eyes burning with rage.

Upon seeing that the face of the statue, which he had once cleaved with a sword mark, had been artificially repaired, rage completely consumed his eyes, twisting them with hatred.

An unusually cold, dark wind swept through the desert as the shadowy figure dragged a living giant sword toward the statue, its footprints quickly covered by the sand.

As night fell, the first rays of dawn struggled through the clouds and shone on the town of Zoran, revealing a scene of utter devastation.

This town, saved by Kai'Sa and Talia from the threat of the Void Burrowers, still could not escape the fate of total annihilation. It was slaughtered, with blood flowing everywhere, but not a single corpse could be seen.

The statue belonging to the Ascended Zolani was also completely destroyed by several massive, crisscrossing sword marks. The severed head, with blood and tears streaming from its eyes, silently recounted the bloody calamity of the previous night in the morning light.

Chapter 351 Harpoons and Crossbows

Shortly after engaging the Darkin of the Warspears, the Wild Hunt received a summons from Sarah, who was far away in Bilgewater.

As a member of the Wild Hunt's kin, Sarah can contact the Wild Hunt regardless of spatial distance simply by placing offerings into the hive space under the guise of sacrifice.

Sarah used to offer up sea creatures she caught, but this time, she offered up a handful of sand stained with blood.

"Master, I have something important to report to you!" Sarah's voice came from across the vast distance of time and space. As a slave, her tone was anxious and devoid of any flattery. She didn't even add the prefix "darling," and Wild Hunt knew that something had happened.

Wild Hunt shifted his attention to Sarah and found her alone on the balcony of the mansion located at the highest point in the city, gazing into the distance.

"What happened?"

"One of my hunting fleets was attacked by giants in the Dare Strait! Except for one sailor who managed to escape, the entire crew perished..."

Wild Hunt showed no interest in Sarah's report of casualties and cut straight to the point: "What did that giant look like? Could it be Nautilus, the deep-sea titan who came here specifically to collect tithes?"

“No, I’m certain that thing is definitely not a Deep Sea Titan,” Sarah answered with certainty, as if she had seen one herself. “It was probably about fifty meters tall, wielding a huge harpoon, covered in armor, rising from the sea. It was broad and strong, somewhat like a crab? Anyway, it was completely different from the legendary Deep Sea Titan in its diving suit!”

"Where is it now?"

"As I speak to you, it has already passed Bilgewater and swam westward."

Following Sarah's words, Wild Hunt spotted a faintly visible figure on the distant sea.

Because of the distance, its shape was unclear; it only appeared as a small island emerging from the water. However, by noticing the lines of water it parted on either side, one could tell that it was actually quite fast.

"Will he come back? The whole of Bilgewater is in a state of panic, and it's seriously affecting the lives of the islanders," Sarah said anxiously.

“I don’t know. You can wait two days. If he doesn’t show up again, he probably won’t be coming back. I’ll try to figure out their purpose. If anything else happens, report it immediately.”

After ending his conversation with Sarah, Wild Hunt fell into deep thought.

Based solely on Sarah's description, the Wild Hunt couldn't imagine what the other person looked like. But the fact that she was a giant with animalistic features clearly indicated the Darkin, and that was enough for him to know.

The Darkin were originally fallen celestial warriors.

They were once great heroes of Shurima, and were given the opportunity to be promoted due to their outstanding achievements.

Amidst the blessings of the Ascended priests, they ascended the altar under the watchful eyes of the crowd, receiving the energy baptism of the Sun Disc and reshaping their divine bodies.

Typically, the new form of an Ascended being will align with their own traits, displaying characteristics of the corresponding animal. However, when these Ascended beings fall into darkness, they often use blood magic to reshape their physical bodies to more closely resemble their original form.

It's important to note that the Darkin weren't called Darkin after they were sealed into weapons. On the contrary, they were already known as Darkin when they started the war after the fall of the Empire.

Their desire for flesh and blood after breaking free from the seal will only drive them to become more depraved.

However, on the other hand, why would these Darkborn, who are rarely seen even once every few centuries, resurrect at the same time? This is very unusual.

With this question in mind, a few days later, Wild Hunt received a summons from Cassiopeia.

“Master, there’s some information circulating within the Black Rose organization that I think you might find interesting.”

“Tell me about it.” Wild Hunt shifted his attention to Cassiopeia. This time, the woman was quite serious; instead of summoning Wild Hunt while she was bathing, she sat at her desk.

"A Darkin ballista was unearthed in the eastern plains of Noxus, but due to an operational error, someone was bewitched by the ballista and touched it directly with their hands without any protection, causing the ballista to come alive and turn into a monster."

"Another Darkin." Wild Hunt was used to it, his tone calm. "And what's next?"

Cassiopeia was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, but quickly regained her composure. Given the Black Rose's vast and secretive intelligence network, she had likely already heard about the emergence of Darkin in Bilgewater, so she didn't ask any further questions and continued her report.

"The Darkin named Naganeka fled south after slaughtering everyone at the excavation site."

"The south..."

Wild Hunt connected Sarah's intelligence with the information before him: west of Bilgewater, south of Noxus... it was obvious that these Darkin were heading to the same place, which was the direction of Shurima.

The exact location in Shurima is unknown. Is it the ancient city buried beneath the yellow sands—Dawn Oasis? Or is it the battlefield where they once shed their blood and sweat—Icathia?

"Master, do you have any clues?" Cassiopeia asked tentatively, her voice carrying a hint of unease.

She now lives in Shurima, and the thought of Darkin possibly passing through her home sends chills down her spine.

If we could get advance notice from the Wild Hunt and evacuate to a safe zone in time, that would be ideal.

“A little, but not much,” Wild Hunt said seriously. “All I know is that they are heading to Shurima to gather and plot something. With so many Darkin gathered together, it’s bound to start a new war.”

"Should I leave Shurima immediately?"

"No need. Just keep an eye on things and see how they develop. Don't worry, I can pick you up immediately if you encounter any danger."

"Okay, I will keep you updated on the latest developments." Hearing Wild Hunt say that, Cassiopeia finally felt relieved.

"By the way," Wild Hunt changed the subject, "this Naganeka is very likely the culprit who turned you into a snake woman."

"You mean... the curse on the guardian statues in front of the imperial tombs was cast by her?" Mei Youlin Youyongyongkongnilinzaizaimei...

Cassiopeia clearly remembered that the Wild Hunt had foretold her fate—that while exploring the Imperial Tomb with Sivir, she would betray her out of greed and steal the key from Sivir. However, the moment she opened the tomb's door, the statues on either side suddenly extended venomous fangs, injecting a curse into her body, transforming her into a half-human, half-snake monster in excruciating pain.

She remained tight-lipped about the matter.

Although she knew her fate in advance, she could have chosen to avoid it, but fate is such a mysterious thing that it might just come back to life in a different way.

Therefore, if conditions permit, she should definitely pay more attention to this Darkborn, as she might be able to obtain a way to lift the curse from her.

"Hmm," Wild Hunt replied briefly, saying no more.

Given Cassiopeia's personality, once she becomes interested in something, she will investigate it carefully without being told to.

Chapter 352 There's Still a Shield

During this turbulent period, the Wild Hunt's retinues scattered throughout the world came to him, reporting on their witnessing of the Darkin's reappearance in the world.

The Wild Hunt has been keeping this matter in mind lately, wanting to figure out what these Fallen Ones are up to.

However, based solely on the intelligence gathered so far, it's like trying to piece together a whole picture from scattered jigsaw puzzle pieces—it's impossible to deduce their true intentions. Perhaps only when the Darkin have fully assembled will their purpose gradually come to light.

So the Wild Hunt shifted its focus from figuring out what the Darkin were planning to figuring out where they would gather.

Just days after Cassiopeia summoned the Wild Hunt, Katarina—Cassiopeia's older sister—also contacted him through a sacrificial ritual.

"A rare guest indeed. I didn't expect you to come looking for me." Wild Hunt shifted his attention to Katarina. The thought of the once unyielding Katarina now completely captured and subjugated him made him unable to resist a few sarcastic remarks.

"I'm kindly sharing this information with you; if you don't want to hear it, then forget it." Katarina's pretty face darkened, and she immediately fell silent.

Seeing the resistance on Katarina's face, Wild Hunt's memories of traveling with the two sisters were immediately activated. Without saying a word, he directly controlled the armor to writhe, forming a pair of invisible hands that caressed Katarina's lithe body.

"You dare to be so rude to me after not seeing me for a while? You need to be taught a lesson, don't you?"

Wild Hunt snorted coldly, his large hands forcefully kneading Katarina's breasts, squeezing the perfect hemispheres into various lewd shapes.

At the same time, the tentacles extended directly into the clam, making Katarina's crotch bulge.

"Hiss—" Katarina gasped as her delicate body beneath the cloak was attacked, drawing the attention of passersby. But she had already slipped into the alley ahead of time.

Reaching a secluded corner, she released her hand from her mouth and leaned against the wall, her knees turned inwards and pressed together, barely managing to stand against the onslaught of tingling pleasure.

"Don't do this... I really have something to tell you!" Katarina pleaded, unaware that in this position, her peach-like buttocks were sticking up high.

"Let's put it this way then. Your sister always talks to me like this while she's doing things. As the older sister, you should be performing even better, right?"

Wild Hunt was determined to teach Katarina a lesson. The tentacles inside her armor burrowed into Katarina's body and wriggled violently. One moment they were as hard as iron rods, and the next they were as soft as tongues. The alternating sensations made her legs go weak and she collapsed to the ground.

While Katarina was convulsing and panting, the Wild Hunt surveyed the surroundings and found that the surrounding buildings were mostly bright white, forming a stark contrast with the dark and oppressive atmosphere of the Immortal Fortress.

"You've already infiltrated the capital?" Wild Hunt asked curiously. The capital is Demacia.

“Yes… just a few days ago.” Katarina gasped for breath, clutching her chest. She was wearing an inconspicuous linen cloak to cover her long, scarlet hair because she had already infiltrated the enemy’s main city.

"You went too far. You only spoke a little harshly and you..." Katarina complained.

If things had progressed gradually, she wouldn't be in such a sorry state. But the Wild Hunt launched into the most ferocious attack right from the start; it wasn't playful banter, but rather an attempt to humiliate her and make her look foolish in front of everyone.

"If I didn't want to hear what information you could possibly utter, I would have gagged you right now."

The Wild Hunt's unquestionable voice rang out, and Katarina immediately recalled the scene of herself kneeling in a back alley deep in enemy territory, with the Wild Hunt stuffing that thing into her mouth. Her face turned as red as blood.

There was humiliation, but also a barely perceptible excitement.

It had been some time since the Wild Hunt last assaulted her. During that time, whenever Katarina was under a lot of pressure, she would think back to the pleasure she had experienced then, and she could forget all her troubles and immerse herself in desire.

She tried to comfort herself afterward, but it couldn't compare to how she felt then and then.

"What I want to say... is news about the Darkin." Katarina forced out a trembling voice through gritted teeth, her voice filled with anticipation.

Although Wild Hunt spared her mouth, he didn't spare the other parts of her body. He continued to attack her intensely sensitive state during her multiple orgasms, and the tingling sensation surged into her mind like an electric current, causing her to clench her thighs and spasm all over, feeling like she was dying of pleasure.

Noticing that Katarina was so engrossed in the pleasure that she forgot to speak, Wild Hunt slapped her on the buttocks and said, "Keep talking."

"Hmm... Two Darkin invaded Demacia's territory from Freljord in the north. The outposts along the way did their best to resist their attacks, but they still managed to break through and directly smashed through the walls of the capital."

"They even broke through the city wall..." Wild Hunt was quite surprised to hear this news, and his movements slowed down.

It's worth noting that Demacia's walls were built with anti-magic stones, and even mages during the Rune Wars couldn't break through them. It's quite surprising that two Darkin managed to breach them with brute force.

"Were those two Darkin carrying a halberd and a spear respectively?" Wild Hunt asked.

Katarina gave her a "how did you know?" look, then replied, "The one with the spear had huge shoulder armor and ran incredibly fast. He smashed through the city wall from north to south, causing massive damage. The other one with the halberd had wings and was half-human and half-dragon. He flew in the sky and held off the Demacians' most powerful dragon-bird cavalry, killing quite a few of them."

“These two are Anaka and Tarouch. I saw them in Freljord, but I didn’t expect Tarouch to have a dragon as his host. Just how much does he hate Sephiroth and the others…” Wild Hunt pondered, “Is that all? What else did you see?”

Katarina clutched her chest as she answered, “Actually, there’s another Darkin, but he hasn’t acquired a physical body yet; he’s currently just a shield. The shield was kept in the Fortis family’s vault, but those two Darkins smashed through the ceiling and took it. That’s why they came. The Demacians couldn’t do anything about them, and they just took what they wanted and ran away. They didn’t even have time to deploy the Anti-Magic Colossus.”

"No. Those two were just passing by. If they wanted to massacre the city, the Demacians would have no choice but to retreat into their castles. Tsk, Demacia is really unlucky, with three Darkin appearing in a row, and they even crossed through the capital."

"What are they trying to do?" Katarina asked breathlessly. She kept reaching between her legs with one hand, trying to stop the mischievous tentacle, but it was like scratching an itch through her skin; she couldn't stop anything.

“I also want to understand their intentions. Actually, the Darkin have appeared in Noxus as well, your sister told me that.” Wild Hunt paused, then said, “Speaking of which, since you’ve come to Demacia, that means you’ve already met with your father, right?”

Katarina was furious. Why did she have to care about this at a time like this? She couldn't concentrate on anything right now.

"Yes... just like you said, he sent me to assassinate the King and the eldest daughter of the Crown Guard family." Although the current situation was not right, Katarina still couldn't help but feel a sense of loss in the face of her father's deception and framing.

"So when do you plan to make your move?"

Katarina hesitated, "Let's observe for a while longer. With those Darkin causing this, the whole city is on high alert, making it difficult to find an opportunity to make a move."

"It must be inconvenient for an outsider to stay in Demacia for so long. If you encounter any difficulties, come to me, and I'll help you sort them out." (The last line appears to be a nonsensical string of characters and doesn't translate directly.)

In the end, Wild Hunt's comforting words softened, giving her a very comfortable feeling.