Void Beetle Evolution Guide

She believes that the most serious threat to Shurima today is still Belvis. Although there is Void activity in Icathia, it is uninhabited and can be ignored for the time being.

"I don't know. It would be best to send someone over to check it out."

"If the Darkkin can get things done in Icathia, that would be ideal, so that innocent people won't be harmed," Talia said sincerely.

Kai'Sa nodded, then sighed, "But they've traversed most of Runeterra, causing immense destruction along the way. I've always had a feeling this won't end easily."

“Let’s confirm the candidates. We need someone to go with those Darkin into Icathia and see what they’re planning,” Wild Hunt said.

“Then you’d better hurry. Naga Neka has only been in Shurima for a short time. If you work harder, you might be able to catch up,” Cassiopeia reminded her.

“I have to go back to find my people. The migration range of the Weavers’ tribe overlaps with the Darkin’s route. If we encounter the worst-case scenario…” Talia couldn’t continue; it was truly heartbreaking.

"Talia, I understand your concerns. You can go back to them now. Just call me if anything happens." Wild Hunt readily let Talia go; he never intended for her to undertake such a dangerous mission.

"Then I'll wait a bit before I leave, and see what your plans are." Talia smiled warmly. She hadn't properly said goodbye to everyone yet, so how could she leave so hastily?

“The person going needs the stamina for a long journey. Not only must they be fast enough to keep up with the Darkin, but they also need to remain hidden from their sight… I think I’m the most suitable person.” Kai’Sa looked thoughtful, then frowned and said, “But I also need to go back and take care of my parents. They’re in Uzeris, and the Darkin group coming from Freljord will likely pass through there…”

“That’s settled then. Portil will go with Naganek for a while. Once things have calmed down with Kaisa, she’ll take over for the rest of the journey.”

"Me? Can't I let Kai'Sa go with Tarouch? Anyway, the Darkin who arrive first will definitely wait for the later ones to take action." Portil looked troubled. The name of Icathia had a deterrent effect; even powerful dragons wouldn't want to step into that forbidden zone of life.

"That's a backup plan. Don't worry, I'll get you help."

"Okay..." Mei Youyong is here, Mei Ni Kong Ni Lin Zaizai is here...

Wild Hunt's unquestionable tone left Portil no room to refuse, leaving him no choice but to accept the mission.

Portil was devastated. He thought he was here for sightseeing and to watch the drama unfold, but before he could even sit down, he was assigned such a dangerous mission. The memory of being punched away by Anaka was still fresh in his mind.

Chapter 358 The Warm-hearted Cassiopeia

After a brief meeting, the group said their goodbyes and parted ways.

Kasha headed west to Bergun, Talia headed south to find her family, and Portil headed southeast to chase after Naganeka.

Sephiroth didn't go anywhere; she stayed at Cassiopeia's mansion, awaiting further orders.

At dinner, Cassiopeia brought out a large table of delicious food, which made Sephie squint her eyes in satisfaction.

For her, besides seeing, eating is also a way to experience the world.

Seeing the large table of food, the Wild Hunt asked Cassiopeia curiously, "Didn't you say you lived alone? Did you make all this food yourself?"

From the moment they met, Cassiopeia had hardly left their sight. Even if she could cook, she shouldn't have had that much time to prepare food.

“Of course not, I had these prepared in advance.” Cassie elegantly used her knife and fork to cut the food on her plate.

"How far in advance?"

"It must have been more than just a whole day, right?"

"Is it still edible?"

"Oh, don't worry about that. I used the Holy Grail you gave me. Just adding a little water from the Holy Grail while cooking will keep the food from spoiling for a long time."

"Can this kind of food even be digested?" Wild Hunt looked at Sephiroth, who had already eaten quite a bit, with some concern. It was hard to tell whether a dragon's stomach would prevail over food enhanced with technology.

"I've already tried it, there shouldn't be any problems."

Cassiopeia forked a piece of sausage and put it in her mouth. As she chewed, her beautiful legs in black stockings under the table were restlessly rubbing against each other. The impatience in her lower body contrasted with the elegance and composure in her upper body, creating a promiscuous effect.

Seeing this, Wild Hunt stopped caring about the food and stopped eating anything on the table because he was going to enjoy the real "delicacies".

Thinking that it would be some time before Portil caught up with Naganeka, Wild Hunt controlled its tentacles to emerge from the mark on Cassiopeia's tailbone and slowly probe towards the garden entrance along the wide-open cleft.

The tentacles did not slide down her ribs to her chest. Cassiopeia was going commando, and her maid outfit was too thin, making it easy for the outline of the tentacles to be highlighted, which would then be noticed by Sephiroth in front of her.

The ripe flesh of the buttocks filled the cleft under the pressure of the chair, making it difficult for the tentacles to move forward.

Seemingly noticing that the Wild Hunt had stagnated, Cassiopeia slightly lifted her hips to separate her two halves, then sat back down in the chair to keep them in place.

The garden entrance was opening and closing repeatedly, and it was already slightly damp even before it had been watered.

Wild Hunt entered easily because Cassiopeia was wholeheartedly welcoming him, her plump pink shell, which had already taken on his shape, stretched open on its own.

The moment the tip of the tentacle was inserted, the fleshy walls writhed and welcomed it, eagerly sucking the entire tentacle inside.

At the same time, the tempting mouth above finished chewing the sausage and swallowed it, achieving satisfaction from both above and below.

"You'll enjoy it," Wild Hunt whispered in Cassiopeia's mind, eliciting a shy smile from her.

Everyone has a different definition of happiness. For Cassiopeia, happiness is having a safe haven under the protection of the Wild Hunt.

Without a doubt, at that moment she felt like the happiest woman in the world.

The tentacles wriggled and stretched simultaneously, thoroughly traversing every corner. Any woman would have already surrendered long ago.

But after so many adjustments, Cassiopeia had long since become desensitized. (The last two lines appear to be random characters and do not translate directly.)

While she ate, her plump, white buttocks swayed from side to side, as if challenging the mad hunter to use more of his skills.

The wild predator refused to give in, and its tentacles immediately split into two again. One of them transformed into a suction cup shape at the front end, firmly attaching itself to the engorged, protruding pedicel.

This small piece of flesh contains an extremely rich number of neurons. With continuous stimulation, it can make any woman surrender in just a few minutes.

The other force delved into an unexplored territory, violently mining its way in. The novel experience allowed the shameless woman to rediscover her remaining sense of shame, causing her to tremble with unease.

"Oh dear, how can we go in there..."

"We're eating right now!"

"Oh no, it seems like it'll feel comfortable over there too..."

Cassiopeia's mind was buzzing, overwhelmed by a chaotic rush of pleasure. She had no idea how her body would react if she orgasmed on the other side as well.

The trembling knife and fork sizzled against the plate, causing Sephie, who was focused on eating, to look up.

"What's wrong with you?" Saifei asked, puzzled.

"It's nothing, I just get so excited when I eat something delicious that I can't help but tremble," Cassiopeia said, feigning composure and lying through her teeth.

To ease the awkwardness, she got up, picked up the wine bottle, and poured a full glass for Saifei.

"Come, let's have some delicious food."

"A toast to delicious food."

Séfi picked up his wine glass and clinked it with hers, displaying an unparalleled capacity for alcohol, gulping down a full glass of expensive red wine in one go, treating it as quenching his thirst without savoring it.

Cassiopeia took a small sip, but when she sat down again, she felt extremely hot.

Reason told her that the alcohol couldn't have taken effect so quickly; it was her body that was gradually getting into a good state under the caress of the wild hunt, and she was feeling lightheaded, trying to cover the flush on her face with the rosy glow of drunkenness.

The act of offering a toast did not divert Sephie's attention. Seeing that the other party was still staring at her intently, Cassiopeia glanced down and realized that her two nipples were already bulging out below her low neckline, rubbing against the thin, shameful fabric; they had probably already been noticed.

She didn't know what Saifei would think, so she could only pretend nothing had happened and continue to calmly enjoy her food.

They weren't very familiar with each other at their first meeting, but it was easy to imagine that his behavior had definitely left a bad impression on Saifei.

Fortunately, neither Kai'Sa nor Talia were there, so at least not many people witnessed her disgraceful behavior.

But she quickly put those thoughts aside. The Wild Hunt was still firing down below, and she couldn't care less about anything else.

Biting, sucking, stretching, wriggling, and digging deep—under these three distinct sensations, Cassiopeia's lower body finally couldn't help but twitch, releasing a stream of wetness.

She tried to keep quiet, but her body's instincts were beyond her control.

Seeing her tremble again, Saifei asked, "Are you really alright?"

"It's nothing. Seeing how much you like what I prepared really excites me. Come on, let's continue drinking."

Cassiopeia quickly got up to cover her movements, and poured Sephie another full glass, hoping to get her drunk so she would forget what had happened that day.

But she didn't know that Sephi's true form was an unprecedented giant dragon, and that even if she drank a whole pool of wine, she might not get drunk.

Seeing the other party's hearty toast, Cassiopeia thought her plan was flawless and became even more unrestrained.

He was thinking that once the drunkard had drunk his fill, he would start a fierce battle right in front of her, with a barrage of attacks.

Chapter 359 Dragon Girl's Counterattack

At the dining table, glasses clinked and toasts were exchanged.

Seeing that Sephiroth was accepting all comers, Cassiopeia thought she should get Sephiroth drunk so she could have sex with him undisturbed.

She was very petty; every time she was toasted, she would only take a small sip herself, while watching Saifei drink glass after glass.

But for some reason, Saifei just could never get drunk.

Perhaps it was the alcohol taking effect, or perhaps the Wild Hunt had clouded her judgment, but Cassiopeia’s initial goal of getting Sephiroth drunk so that she would fight the Wild Hunt in front of her had unknowingly turned into getting Sephiroth drunk.

Because of this, she became obsessed and kept toasting Saifei, one glass after another without stopping.

Although she only drank a small sip each time, little by little, it eventually became too much for her.

Seeing Cassiopeia's head loll to the side and fall heavily onto the dining table, unconscious, Sephiroth stopped eating and drinking, revealing a disdainful expression.

"You think you can fool me? Do you really think I can't see what you're up to?" With that, she got up, went behind Cassiopeia, and pulled her out of the chair along with her.

Her gaze sharpened, and she immediately began searching Cassiopeia, reaching out and groping her body.

She slid from her chest down to her abdomen, and finally lifted her short skirt, revealing her soaking wet, bare bottom.

"This guy! He actually did that under the table!" Looking at the large amount of wet liquid stuck to her inner thigh, Saifei raised an eyebrow, her expression showing some annoyance.

Previously, when she noticed Cassiopeia's unusual behavior, she wondered if she was secretly having sex with her during the meal. Now that she saw it with her own eyes, she was still shocked.

Saifei, disregarding any sense of impropriety, stretched out her finger and probed into the entrance to the wetlands. The warm, tight sensation made her frown deeply. She actually managed to scoop out some thick condensed milk from the cream puff, stringing it between her fingers. (The rest of the text appears to be nonsensical and unrelated to the preceding sentences.)

Looking at the condensed milk, a certain image uncontrollably flashed through Sephie's mind, causing her soul to tremble.

To confirm whether they were what she had imagined, she even put her fingers in her mouth and tasted them. They were sweet with a slightly fishy smell, but that fishy smell was a unique female smell, coming from Cassiopeia herself.

But this white liquid couldn't possibly be produced by Cassiopeia herself, and it even carried a warm scent. The answer was obvious.

"Wild Hunt, get out here!" Sephiroth roared through the vast mansion, her voice echoing in the air. Her hands unconsciously shook Cassiopeia's shoulders, almost shaking her to pieces.

Seeing her destructive power was so astonishing, the Wild Hunt, knowing there was no way to escape, revealed himself and helped Cassiopeia up, asking, "What do you want to do?"

"You betrayed our agreement! You refused to be my spouse, yet you secretly slept with another woman right under my nose?"

Sephie immediately rushed over and tackled him to the ground, straddling him just like when they first met. She pressed her hands on Wild Hunt's shoulders, roaring and howling, her fierce eyes fixed on him, her dark blue vertical pupils radiating a savage aura.

"Don't get agitated, let's talk this out." Wild Hunt never expected to be caught red-handed by Sephiroth. To be honest, he had somewhat regarded Sephiroth as a simpleton, and he had gone too far.

Saifei's image as a lazy, carefree person who usually eats and does nothing is deeply ingrained in people's minds, so her sudden display of cleverness is quite unexpected.

"How could I not be excited? You've never even shown me your human form, making me think you could only exist on the surface of my body! You've kept this from me for so long!!"

Sephi continued to dominate Wild Hunt, and the sight of her straddling Wild Hunt, standing over two and a half meters tall and muscular, looked like an eight-foot-tall lady who had taken a fancy to a cute little boy and was about to force herself on him.

Wild Hunt sensed the desire that had been suppressed in her heart for a long time and replied, "Actually, there were many opportunities along the way, but you just didn't notice them."

"It seems you have no remorse whatsoever, daring to utter such words even on your deathbed. I will reclaim everything I lost! If you cannot satisfy me, prepare to face the wrath of the dragon!"

Provoked, Saifei felt a surge of anxiety. She lifted the curtain of her cheongsam and, with a "rip," roughly tore open the area between her black stockings, revealing her smooth, supple skin and two long, muscular legs encased in sheer black stockings.

The plump, pink shell was exposed to the mad hunter's gaze, even the wrinkles on it were clearly visible. The thin, ripped details further enhanced this visual effect, making it look as if it were wearing something with an open crotch, exuding a sense of sultryness.

She held onto the towering clothesline, let a few drops of her fragrant saliva drip from her mouth, and before she could even spread it, she impatiently aimed it at the garden entrance, pressed it against it a few times, and then took a deep breath and sat down completely.

A suppressed, intensely pleading cry suddenly rang out, and Saifei immediately felt a sharp pain in her lower body. Instead, her passion was aroused, and she began to crush herself with a force that could almost shatter her pelvis.

"Hiss..." Wild Hunt felt like he had entered a fully automated car wash. Countless strong muscles drove the folds, which tightly wrapped around his car like brushes, compressing the space to the extreme and bringing an unparalleled sense of oppression.

It is said that women are like wolves in their thirties and tigers in their forties, but the dragon girl in front of him gave Wild Hunter a feeling that she could lift him up from the ground just by her inner gripping and sucking.

Only the Wild Hunt, with its inhuman body, could withstand Sephiroth's wrath.

"Go easy on me, we're not fighting." Wild Hunt's voice was a little weak.

"Mind your own business... Just lie still!" Sephie gritted her teeth with red eyes, grabbed her clothes and pulled hard, revealing a muscular and powerful body. She straddled Wild Hunt and began to ride him.

The enormous breasts, barely contained by the black stockings, bounced high in front of her. They were much larger than the head of the Wild Hunt, yet they stood taut and proud, like water-filled balloons, not easily loosening or deforming.

Wild Hunt has had his share of encounters with giantesses; Lissandra was even taller than Sephiroth, but even that time was nothing compared to now.

Although Lissandra is a towering three meters tall, that's a proportionally enlarged version; her body proportions are actually no different from a normal woman's. Moreover, because she was afraid of making eye contact with the monitor, she didn't move an inch, obediently letting the Wild Hunt do as it pleased, and didn't put any pressure on him.

Kosef was different. His shapely, large buttocks were incredibly firm, and his waist was full of muscular tension. He had the strength to rival that of a strongman. He rolled over Wild Hunt like a heavy millstone, not letting him move on his own. The situation was completely reversed.

The Wild Hunt could only endure the crushing weight of the cart with a bittersweet pleasure.

Chapter 360 Sephie's Spouse

Cassiopeia, dressed in a special maid outfit, lay slumped in a chair, fast asleep, completely unaware of what was happening at her feet.