Void Beetle Evolution Guide

Just as Xerath unleashed a lightning bolt at her, Void Skin shielded her from the fatal blow, and she used Feign Death to fade out of Witch Spirit's sight.

While hiding under the rubble, Cassiopeia's injuries from being hit by stones had been completely healed by her skin armor.

"Master, I'm ready for another amazing reversal. It will be very interesting to see the gods so furious."

Cassiopeia calmly brushed the sand and charred pieces of clothing off her body, revealing the dark purple armor hidden beneath, and walked silently toward Sivir's location.

Chapter 415 Closing the Gate

A scorching pillar of fire shot into the sky, licking the ceiling in front of the tomb entrance and turning the ground into a sea of ​​fire with nowhere to step.

The sand on the ground was melting the still-unsolidified glass under the high temperature, and even though Kasha was moving through this lava zone at an extremely fast speed, she could still feel the scorching heat and stickiness under her feet.

What she needed to do now was to draw Xerath's full attention, making him hurl all sorts of magic at her, while simultaneously seizing every opportunity to launch a powerful counterattack, making him feel threatened and unable to easily ignore her presence. (The last two lines appear to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated gibberish.)

All of this was to pave the way for Cassiopeia. In a secluded corner, unnoticed, Cassiopeia carried the dying Sivir through the sea of ​​fire and headed towards the tomb entrance.

Sivir hadn't gone into shock from blood loss yet; she still retained a sliver of consciousness and, with her drooping eyelids, saw Cassie. Then, she managed to move her lips a few times with difficulty.

"***What exactly do you want to do?" Although Sivir didn't make a sound, Cassiopeia still understood her question.

"What for? Of course, it's to send you to meet your ancestors."

Cassiopeia's answer was literal, but anyone would interpret it as sending you to your death, especially since Sivir was the kind of loner who only cared about herself.

She was powerless to stop Cassiopeia, unable even to make a sound, and could only watch as she dumped her body in the tomb.

After completing this step, Cassiopeia went back and forcefully pried Charikar off the relief of Setaka on the gate.

With just a small movement, the battlefield could be divided. Without the key pressing the mechanism, the gate made a rumbling sound like a boulder grinding together, and slowly closed towards the center.

"Foolish mortal! How dare you—" Upon hearing the voice, Xerath was enraged and abandoned Kai'Sa, transforming into a blazing flame as he charged toward the gate.

The Imperial Tomb is the greatest tomb in Shurima, and also an impenetrable cage, which he could not destroy, otherwise he would not have been trapped inside for thousands of years.

Once the gate closes, Xerath will be unable to interfere with what happens behind it, not even if Azir regenerates right under his nose, so he must stop it from happening before the gate closes!

Xerath had no desire to continue the fight, but Kai'Sa wouldn't let him withdraw so easily. The tomb gates would take some time to close, and she was determined to stop them in the meantime.

Kai'Sa leaped forward, tearing through the space in front of her and disappearing into the void. The next moment, her figure rushed out from Xerath's side, pulling out a purple-glowing thread to block his way before tearing through space and vanishing.

Caught off guard, Xerath crashed into the chain, which was instantly severed by the silk threads, exploding in his chest and forcing him to fly backward.

He never expected that these hair-thin threads would contain such powerful negative energy, an energy that could annihilate everything, even easily severing the chains on his body used to seal the fire spirit beast!

The sound of air being torn apart was incessant; it was the sound of Kai'Sa traversing between the two realms. Coming to his senses, Xerath saw more and more spatial rifts connecting to the void opening around him, enveloping him completely.

These portals opened simultaneously, splitting the thread connecting them into an unimaginable net—just like the laser trap they had encountered before, but now it was Xerath who was trapped inside!

"Don't move, or you'll turn into a pile of stones and someone will skip them on the water. Don't blame me for not warning you." Kai'Sa stood in front of Xerath, standing steadily on one of the silk threads, like a tightrope walker, holding one end of the thread in her hand.

"I am an immortal being! I am the embodiment of energy! You think you can stop me with such a petty trick?!" Faced with the provocation, Xerath angrily grabbed his gaze with claws formed from arcane lightning, liquid flames dripping from his fingertips.

Having stolen the power of the sun, he also possesses almost inexhaustible energy. Under the infusion of his immense power, the void energy on the threads is constantly neutralized and deformed by his claws.

Kai'Sa frowned slightly as she continuously replenished the threads with Void energy to maintain their resilience. While her energy was inexhaustible due to her runes, she wasn't an energy being like Xerath; their energy transfer efficiency was vastly different. It was like comparing two pools of equal size: Xerath's drainage pipes were several times larger than Kai'Sa's.

"How about this?" Knowing she was no match for Xerath, Kai'Sa tightened the threads with all her might.

With her pull, the overlapping, precarious vesicle spaces in this area squeezed and ruptured, and the dozens of already unstable spatial rifts instantly collapsed, all turning into gravitational black holes that tore at everything around them.

The yellow sand was sucked into the black hole, gradually revealing the thick foundation. The towering pillar of fire stopped burning as the air thinned, and the solidified glass shattered one after another, the fragments becoming exceptionally sharp under the high-speed pull.

Xerath, filled with shock and rage, resisted the powerful pull of gravity. His body was twisted into a curve, and countless burning chains extended from his body, pinning him deeply to the wall. But then, under the influence of gravity, the entire wall was torn off along with him.

The broken barrier between the two worlds was repairing itself, and the resulting power was immense and irreversible. Despite struggling with all his might, Xerath was still dragged into the gravitational black hole, and in the end, he could only leave behind a final, extremely unwilling utterance.

"You can't keep me locked up—"

As she watched Xerath vanish along with the collapsing spatial rift, Kai'Sa didn't breathe a sigh of relief. She turned to look at the slowly closing gate, a sense of foreboding pounding in her heart.

But she couldn't care less about that now; Renekton had already broken free from his petrified state.

This crocodile god cast aside his self-imposed shackles, filling his body with the wrath of the sand sea, and a faint emerald light shone from his wounds. Blazing light flowed along his forked veins, tracing the length of his body, while sand rose into the air and swirled around him, and he himself gradually straightened, revealing his true form.

The figure that had emerged from the tomb was no longer hunched; his muscles swelled rapidly, and his limbs were brimming with power. Long-forgotten magic flowed through his body; his injured hand twisted and realigned along the fascia, and bundles of fibers rejoined, stitching the bones back together. The reconstructed skin showed no scars; scales clung tightly to the epidermis, radiating a shimmering vitality. And his gold and bronze armor flowed in mid-air, renewed like polished beeswax.

Renekton's divine demeanor gave the impression that kneeling before such a being was not shameful. Even his once yellowish eyes now shone with the light of a new star, the places that had been clouded by madness now clear.

"General Renekton? Do you remember... the glory of being an Ascended One?"

Looking into those eyes, both Darkin felt a sense of familiarity. They called out Renekton's name with hope, only to be met with his merciless attack.

"Everyone must die!"

Chapter 416 Dividing the Battlefield

In his ascended form, Renekton stood up, his terrifyingly tall figure almost reaching the ceiling of the tomb.

Unfortunately, Varus, bound by two souls, was unable to transform into his giant form. Naganeka's other body was also destroyed, leaving her only able to maintain a human form.

Standing before the crocodile god, the two of them looked as pathetic, insignificant, and helpless as mice. Given his enormous size, Kai'Sa felt he would be even harder to devour than Xerath.

However, the records also say that Xerath was a powerful being that even the two brothers combined could not defeat, yet she easily banished him to another dimension, making her unease even stronger.

"Tell me where he is if you don't want to die!!!"

Renekton pressed forward, pouring all his weight onto the blade and slashing down heavily. A deep trench cracked in the ground, and the entire tomb trembled under the blow, threatening to collapse.

Varus and Naga Siren were unsurprisingly sent flying, frantically dodging Renekton's giant axe. Kai'Sa now had to return to support her teammates, or she would soon be facing two indestructible Darkin weapons.

However, the moment Kaisa moved, the space behind her was suddenly torn open, and a pair of lightning-forged claws emerged from it, forcibly opening the crack.

"I told you...you can't hold me back!!!"

Before he had fully returned to the material realm, Xerath had already impatiently shot out burning chains from his chest, aiming them directly at the fallen Sivir before the gate could close.

At that moment, the Wild Hunt appeared, its dark claws materializing out of thin air, seizing the incoming chains, while the white arcane fire scorched its scales. Seeing this, Kai'Sa could only pray that the two Darkin would have good fortune, and immediately turned back to support the Wild Hunt.

"You won't stop me!"

Xerath's energy body struggled to crawl out of the rift, encountering far greater resistance than Kai'Sa when crossing the barrier between the two worlds.

But this didn't stop him from unleashing more chains from within, which embedded themselves in the wall like anchors, slowly pulling Xerath out of the crack. Other chains bypassed the Wild Hunt's clutches and shot straight at the last remaining Ascended bloodline; clearly, the ancient sorcerer had discovered that Sivir was the key to resurrecting Azir.

Kai'Sa tried her best to stop them, but the Void Skin armor's performance was more suited to offense than defense, and she couldn't stop many chains despite her best efforts.

She now only had one option left: to pick up Sivir and run deep into the Imperial Tomb. But if she did that, who could stop Xerath from following her?

Saifei? If that guy dared to transform here, the entire tomb would probably burst.

"Cassiopeia, you go up there too!"

At this critical moment, the Wild Hunt disregarded whether Cassiopeia was a combatant or not, transforming her armor into Assault Mode to intercept the chains that swept overhead.

The spreading biomass tightly enveloped her, and her originally shapely second skin disappeared, replaced by an exceptionally strong muscular tunic. In the blink of an eye, the slender, beautiful woman transformed into a humanoid Tyrannosaurus Rex as massive as an iron tower.

Although enveloped in thick biomass, Cassiopeia felt neither stuffy nor sluggish. She could feel an immense, continuous force surging from within her, enough to make her push down a thick wall without any difficulty.

This familiar sense of power both terrified and fascinated Cassiopeia. She remembered how the Wild Hunt had "pampered" her to the point of ecstasy in a suit of flesh armor, and she could never forget that experience.

She skillfully controlled her armor, leaping up to intercept one chain with each claw and wrapping the other with her tail. Assault Form was originally her own form, and she could use it freely without the Wild Hunt's help.

The blue flames on the chains scorched the skin and armor, but with the continuous replenishment of biomass, they could not burn through the constantly regenerating defenses of the skin and armor.

Xerath threw out more chains, all of which were intercepted by Cassiopeia with her spine and twisted into a thick bundle in her arms.

Kassa keenly noticed that one of the chains was reaching towards Charikar, who was lying on the ground. She snatched the crossblade first and then used this indestructible weapon to cut through all the chains that Cassiopeia had twisted together!

Xerath was both furious and in pain, letting out a shrill cry of fire spirits clashing. Seeing that he couldn't break through the defenses of the few people, and that the tomb gate was about to close, he was consumed by rage and dragged himself out of the crack by pulling on the chains.

The shaman, engulfed in flames, spread his arms and gradually rose into the air, becoming as dazzling as a newborn star, even more radiant than the sun!

He drew all the burning chains into his body, and a scorching ray shot out from his chest. The intense light made Kasha feel as if she were exposed to daylight, being directly hit by countless rays of sunlight, and her skin and armor began to evaporate.

A beam of light shot towards them, and the Wild Hunt spurred its demonic claws forward to block it. A swollen, malevolent single eye emerged from a crack in the palm of its giant claw, its gaze flickering eerily. From its terrifying pupil shot equally horrifying life-form disintegration rays. It devoured the surrounding light, and the world dimmed in an instant.

The fusion of celestial magic and the pure energy of the void collided, but did not trigger the expected explosion. The void is the negative aspect of all existence, therefore its energy manifests more as obliteration and annihilation.

When two energies that could cancel each other out collide, it instantly becomes a pure clash of magic.

The Wild Hunt's claws are simply a derivative form of skin armor. The limitations Kai'Sa faces are the same for him; living beings and energy beings are inherently at a disadvantage against wave attacks. (The remaining text appears to be gibberish and unrelated.)

Xerath poured all his rage into it, making the entire space blindingly bright, as the blazing pillar of light pressed forward relentlessly, eventually engulfing the demonic claw completely.

His sacrifice was not in vain; Kasa took advantage of this time to hand Charikar back to Cassiopeia.

Even most of the ascendants are unaware that Charikar, besides serving as a key to open imperial tombs, has another crucial function, which is the true meaning behind its creation.

What is forged by the sun will be torn apart by the moon... Magic from the heavens can only be resisted by weapons from the heavens themselves.

Naganek, who has personally experienced these things, understands them deeply.

She watched in astonishment as Cassiopeia held the crossblade in front of her, and Xerath's beam of light struck Charikar's outward-extending branches, reflecting all the white flames back.

The blazing flames instantly engulfed the raging Xerath, reaching towards his arcane core and devouring the celestial magic that had created him.

The witch roared wildly, and thousands of sun-like flames engulfed him. He was forced to stop his magic and turned into a burning fireball, falling from the sky.

The heavy tomb door, under the strong resistance of the group, closed completely, isolating Sivir from the battlefield.

Chapter 417 Inside the Tomb

Xerath was wounded by his own energy. As he fell, he watched Azir's blood disappear completely behind the tomb gate, and he was consumed by uncontrollable rage.

He rose from the ground once more, along with many rune-engraved stones—containers of Xerath's power that he could not contain.

Just then, Xerath noticed Charikar in Cassiopeia's hand, which meant he still had a chance to open the gate again.

Azir must rest forever beneath the yellow sands, and he will do everything in his power to prevent his resurrection!

"Renkerton, forget about those two good-for-nothings, get Charikar for me first! You have to destroy Nasus's last hope!"

He was met with a roar, and Renekton, though annoyed by Xerath's voice, turned to face the two of them.

The divine power and the scorching wind rushed towards them, and Kai'Sa and Cassiopeia were on high alert, ready to defend Charikar to the death.

……

Inside the tomb, magnificent yet dilapidated, the luxurious decorations long since destroyed in ancient battles. Collapsed stone pillars lie scattered everywhere, along with gold and silver artifacts and the statues of guardians.

After Renekton threw Xerath into the tomb with him in his arms, they fought for hundreds of years before finally being swayed by Xerath's evil words.

This was the last thing Sivir saw before she lost consciousness. Her face had turned deathly pale from blood loss, and a cold, powerless feeling enveloped her, as if a block of ice had been placed inside her.

"Sivir, I won't let you die..." Just as everything fell silent, a strange whisper reached Sivir's ear.

The voice belonged to the Wild Hunt. He had already entered Sivir's body the moment Cassiopeia plunged her spine into her chest, which was why Sivir was able to survive for so long.

"Who are you?" Sivir asked herself in her mind.

Through this sound, she envisioned not a vague image of a man, but rather three very specific clusters of narrow eyes emerging from the darkness, emitting a faint purple glow.

This made her feel extremely uneasy; she wouldn't trust anyone now.

“I saved you, I prevented you from bleeding to death. Now do as I say, and you can leave here without losing a single piece of your flesh.”

"Damn it, you're in cahoots with them! You might be the one who had them stab me in the back!" Sivir instinctively guessed the connection between Cassiopeia and the Wild Hunt; at the very least, he was certain he knew about it.

“Cassiopeia dodged your heart; she didn’t really want you to die, otherwise you wouldn’t be alive now.”

Wild Hunt coldly analyzed the facts for her, but what he said was truly unsettling.

The real issue isn't whether Cassiopeia held back, but rather what she did to Sivir; no one can remain rational after being stabbed.

"What exactly do you want?!" Sivir's consciousness screamed, she had absolutely no trust in the Wild Hunt.

The Wild Hunt allowed her to vent her frustrations for a while, and he silently repaired her body. Suddenly, Sivir opened her eyes again. Her consciousness returned to her dying body, leaving her too weak to speak.

However, she immediately fell into a coma again. This back and forth made Sivir realize she was now on the verge of death. Her life was entirely in the Wild Hunt's hands; if the Wild Hunt stopped maintaining her vital signs, she would die silently in no time.

"Can we talk properly now?" Wild Hunt asked.

Sivir quieted down considerably; after all, she didn't want to die.

“Sivir, you may not know this, but the last drop of imperial blood flows in your veins. The key to resurrecting Azir lies within you,” the Wild Hunt said.

"Are you kidding me...?"

Sivir felt as if she had heard the most ridiculous joke in the world: she, a mercenary with a bad reputation, was actually a noble descendant of the emperor. But as she laughed, she fell silent.

Only in this way can we explain why this group went to great lengths to lure her to the imperial tomb, and why they stabbed her and then dumped her inside the tomb.

All of this is so illogical that it cannot be explained by common sense.

"So, you still want to sacrifice me as a sacrifice in exchange for the resurrection of the ancient emperor? Damn it, I'd rather this damn bloodline become extinct!"

"Sacrifice? That's just something Naganeka uses to scare you. We just want you to bleed a little."