Void Beetle Evolution Guide

Portil hesitated whether to go and protect the Nest Mother, because even she was afraid of that behemoth, afraid that it would devour her in one bite, but then she saw the Nest Mother release another large group of creatures.

A group of remoras emerged from the holes in the nest mother's body to meet the enemy's counterattack. A ghastly purple light emanated from their mouths, and their stomachs seemed to connect to the endless void.

In fact, they are the light spots on the mother nest, which emit light once she opens her mouth.

These mobile turrets fired precise plasma cannons at the rising Destroyer, leaving no corpses behind after the violent explosions, only flying burning debris.

However, they cannot fly too low, or they will be struck down by the lightning released by the obelisk.

Don't be fooled by how easily the Wild Hunt suppressed Xerath with the Nest Mother; this was actually all of his forces.

His evolution time was too short, and he created only so many types of units, which were just enough to form a simple system to fight around the Mother of the Nest, which was why he was able to suppress Xerath's army.

But once Xerath reacts and joins the battle, the cumbersome Mother Nest will become a sitting duck and will be shot down in no time.

As fate would have it, Xerath watched his army being utterly ravaged and chose to set aside the Sun Disk to focus on dealing with the immediate problem.

As soon as he loosened the chains, the raised sun disc crashed down onto the ancient city with a heavy roar, causing the earth to tremble.

A slight collapse occurred inside the tomb chamber, and a beam of sunlight shone into the dark tomb along with the scorching yellow sand.

The sunlight, refracted through various gold artifacts, brightened the tomb chamber, eventually illuminating a golden sun disk half-buried in the ruins.

Strangely, the sunlight stopped refracting once it hit the solar disk.

The sunlight was absorbed by the solar disk, and as the strange patterns lit up with intense golden light, the solar disk became brighter and brighter, just like a burning star in the universe.

All those rays converged in one place, and a dazzling beam of light burst forth from the center of the sun disk, enveloping Azir.

Azir was still tending to Sivir by the fountain. Of course, he also heard Xerath's calls from outside, but he couldn't protect anything right now. The only thing he could do was save the severely injured girl in front of him.

He was completely unaware that his selfless act of saving future generations would lead to a reassessment of his eligibility for ascension in the distant future.

The pillar of flames lifted him into the air and continuously infused him with the power that should have been his, completing the ritual that had been left unfinished a thousand years ago.

Chapter 423 Ascension to Emperor

Inside the imperial tomb, Azir is ascending.

Perhaps because his nemesis Xerath was about to destroy everything, fate chose Azir again, making him stand up against Xerath.

The punishment for his arrogance has been paid; Shurima was destroyed in his hands, and now he is given a chance for redemption.

A pillar of light illuminated the interior of the tomb.

Stimulated by the external light, Sivir felt as if she were under the blazing sun, the light shining through the blood vessels in her eyelids and casting a bright red mark on her iris.

She opened her eyes and found herself immersed in a spring. She subconsciously took a small sip from the corner of her mouth. The water was sweet and refreshing, just like the legendary sweet rain.

Then she looked up to find the source of the light, and squinted because of the bright light. She saw the person in mid-air who was about to become a god and was shrouded in light.

The light, like a cocoon, surrounded Azir. After being transformed by the solar disk, it was no longer pure light, but magic from the sun and energy from the astral plane.

Long-forgotten magic overflowed within him, and energy directly from the sun enhanced every dimension of his being.

Then the cocoon of light burst open, and Azir ascended.

Azir was reborn, his body reshaped into the form of an Ascended being, the immortal light of the sun poured into his body, forging a magnificent eagle armor appearance.

The fully armed emperor was clad in golden armor from head to toe, with a jewel as bright as the spring sky set in the center of his breastplate. The warrior's shoulder guards were sculpted into the shape of outstretched wings, from which hung a tan dust cloak and several crimson ribbons trimmed with gold.

His face was hidden behind a helmet with beak-like wings, his eyes burning with a pale light like the rising sun. His thick, muscular legs were not human legs, but the anti-armored limbs of an eagle. In his right hand he held a huge scepter, from which a heavy spearhead was stuck, gleaming with golden light.

He spread his arms and descended slowly, the ribbons on his arm armor flowing as gracefully as feathers.

Sivir stood up from the spring, water droplets seeping from her flowing hair.

One looked down, the other looked up; their eyes met. As the prophecy came true, the weight of history began to solidify.

As Azir raised his arm, the toppled pillars rose again, and massive bricks flew back into the air, neatly embedding themselves in the ceiling. Everything around him was restored to its original state, and the ruins were once again transformed into a brightly lit temple.

Clean and tidy, solemn and sacred.

"Daughter of Shurima, what are you doing here?" Azir spoke in pure Shurima Ancient, his accent heavy to Sivir's ears, but considered orthodox in their time.

"It's all because of you! In order to resurrect you, those bitches conspired with the Darkin to impersonate me and tricked me into this hellish tomb."

These were Sivir's true thoughts, but she dared not express them at this moment. If Azir realized that the Darkin were actually on his side, she would have to swallow the humiliation she had suffered in silence.

"Go ask those people outside if you have any questions. Let me leave, right now." Sivir just wanted to escape as far away as possible, away from the center of the vortex.

This is her best chance. If she waits until these ascendants start fighting, it will be even more difficult for her to leave.

“I can handle the collapsed tomb, but Xerath’s army has the Dawn Oasis completely surrounded. You’re actually safer hiding here.”

At this point, Azir fell into deep thought. He could feel the spirit of the sorcerer, and his hatred for him, right there in the air he breathed, but he couldn't remember why Xerath hated him so much.

I don't know what happened during the time after my death. My memories of life are still stuck on the day of my ascension. One moment I was standing on the altar being admired by all, and the next moment I fell to the bottom of the yellow sand and vanished into nothingness.

"Never mind that, I'm going out now!" Sivir persisted. Even though they shared the same blood, Azir still couldn't give her a sense of security, because he could kill her with a single wave of his hand.

"Take care of yourself."

Azir was unaware that Sivir was his only remaining descendant, nor did he know that she would later become the object of his and Xerath's rivalry; he simply regarded her as someone who had been kind to him.

He granted her wish, and now the entire Dawn Oasis is under Azir's control. With just a thought, everything will revert to how he remembers it.

Azir raised his hand, and the heavy mausoleum gate in the distance burst open with a roar.

The sand and gravel spun and rose into the air, the collapsed stones were restored, and the hall that had been destroyed in the battle was completely renewed, with no trace of the battle left.

Sivir paused for a moment, but quickly slipped away from Azir's sight, not even having time to dry her soaked hair. She would later regret not taking more water with her when she left.

After Sivir slipped away, Azir noticed two extra people in the hall... to be precise, Varus and Naganeka.

Varus didn't know how he survived; his physical body wasn't destroyed, only buried by sand, and reappeared on the battlefield as Azir restored it. Naganek, on the other hand, was reduced to just the ballista's physical form.

They felt extremely ashamed to appear before the emperor in such a manner, and were speechless with embarrassment.

"How could you have become like this? What on earth happened?!" Azir stepped forward quickly. He recognized these as his former Celestial Warriors. He couldn't understand why the invincible Ascended had become so despicable.

“Your Majesty, Xerath stole your Ascension, causing the destruction of the Shurima dynasty…” Naga Neka explained the whole story to Azir, saying that the Darkin Wars began with Xerath’s usurpation.

Azir listened to Naganeka's account, but found many doubts and could not fully believe it.

These celestial warriors, instead of protecting Shurima after his death, turned on him in a territorial struggle. Xerath led his army to surround the Dawn Oasis, but then clashed with the Void forces. (The last two lines appear to be random characters and are not translated.)

Deep down, he still didn't want to believe that Xerath was the culprit behind all this, but he couldn't ignore Xerath's previous accusations.

Azir was confused. Were these people friends or foes? And whose advice should he take to make the right judgment?

At this moment, Azir no longer dwelled on his doubts; all he felt was an intense, urgent desire to uncover the truth. Along with this urgency, the entire ancient city, buried deep beneath the sands, began to tremble.

The sand grains of the entire desert seemed to dance, undulating like the surface of a real sea. The Dawn Oasis was lifted up by a tremendous force, and the sand dunes buried above it transformed into magnificent waterfalls cascading down in all directions, a breathtaking sight.

Chapter 424 Dawn Oasis

Sephiroth revealed her true form as a dragon, coiled around a giant stone pillar. She was ordered by the Wild Hunt to protect the Nest Mother, but she had no good solution for the spirits floating in the air.

Portil is definitely out of the question; with her size, she'd probably be torn to pieces by a single lightning bolt from Xerath.

She unleashed a torrent of breath at Xerath in the air, but due to the distance and the arid desert environment, the power of the breath was significantly reduced.

Sephiroth failed to inflict any damage on Xerath, but successfully enraged him. Xerath charged forward, his crackling limbs unleashing scorching beams of light that shot towards her.

The stone pillar where Hailong stood was cleanly sliced ​​open by the laser, leaving a deep, bone-revealing scar on Sephie's body. The pain ignited Sephie's fighting spirit, and she roared, channeling all her strength into the pillar beneath her. (The remaining text appears to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated gibberish.)

The cutting marks that Xerath left on the stone pillar became the key to Sephiroth's push to the top. A thousand-meter-long sea dragon was pressing down on the stone pillar weighing more than ten thousand tons, ready to fight you to the death. Xerath stared with his eyes wide open, his eyes about to burst.

He tried to use magic to push the giant stone pillar aside, but in his haste...

He screamed as the stone pillar struck him, crushing him onto the arched bridge below and creating a sandstorm that blotted out the sky. But this move by Saifei was a double blow; she herself was also crushed by the stone pillar, her internal organs trembling violently, and she couldn't get up for a long time.

A moment later, cold light shone from the sand pile, and Xerath emerged from the shadows and floated into the air, his flames burning even more fiercely.

“Weak flesh and blood will only bring pain, you cannot defeat me!” He looked down at Sephiroth, his gaze blazing like flames, his anger surging like a tidal wave.

"How dare someone who's been locked in a tomb for thousands of years say such a thing?" Sephie felt a burning pain in her wound, but she still opened her mouth to retort sarcastically, trying to buy as much time as possible.

“I will not tolerate the same thing happening a second time!” Xerath stretched out his limbs, puffed out his chest, and arched his back. The fragments of the sarcophagus that made up his body scattered, and he became a shimmering vortex of energy, constantly shooting out crackling lightning, large balls of incandescent flame, and laughter that was almost manic and absolutely confident.

A gust of scorching wind blew, distorting space and causing the earth to smoke. The mountain-like stone pillar was lifted into the air by Xerath's immense magic, and then slammed heavily into Sephiroth, causing her to howl in pain. Her internal organs shifted, and her body visibly flattened.

Before she could retaliate, the witch spirit had already unleashed her hands, dripping with liquid flames, and struck the stone pillar pressing down on her with a fierce blow, unleashing a light even more intense than the sun.

A burst of white flames ignited, and the bridge piers exploded. The bridge, now without support, roared and gradually tilted. Then, a massive bolt of lightning struck, piercing the sky and piercing the earth. The bridge collapsed completely, and huge rubble rained down like a storm. The enormous arched bridge, large enough to allow ten carriages to pass side by side, collapsed, burying Sephiroth in the long-dried riverbed filled only with yellow sand.

Having dealt with the sea dragon that appeared out of nowhere, Xerath intended to continue searching for the Nest Mother, but the earth suddenly began to tremble violently.

He looked toward the ruins of the capital. Beneath the sand dunes, something enormous, unlike anything he had ever seen before, was rising, its magnitude beyond imagination.

As the sand cascaded down like a waterfall, the people saw what was hidden beneath the yellow sand—the earth cracked open, sandstorms raged, and a magnificent city rose from the tomb, bathed once more in the sunlight of Shurima.

The massive stone pillars, toppled by the wind or destroyed in the recent battle, rose again. Years of accumulated sand on the dam flowed into the riverbed, their destination unknown. The arch bridge that Zelas had just destroyed was restored; enormous stones rose one by one, reassembling the arch's shape. Sunlight pulsed through the cracks, and when the light faded, the arch appeared newer than ever, as if thousands of years of wind and sand erosion had been erased.

Clear water gushed from various pipes throughout the mountain city, flowing into the moat below. The pipe openings were carved into the shape of animal heads, and the source of this abundant water was unknown. A golden ring floating above the square provided the answer: it conjured water out of thin air, allowing it to flow continuously into the channels, cascading down into the moat like a waterfall, quickly filling the dried-up riverbed.

Above the city, between two enormous stone arches, the sun disk, having shaken off the yellow sand, rose into the air, held aloft by an unseen force. As it slowly shifted its direction, aligning its center with the sunlight, it cast a massive, all-encompassing shadow from behind.

Everyone stared at this spectacular sight, completely dumbfounded, unable to comprehend what was happening before their eyes.

Even Kai'Sa was the same. She originally thought that the Wild Hunt's plan was just to resurrect Azir and allow him to ascend. She never expected that the Dawn Oasis would also rise again, and the foundation of the empire would once again stand on this land.

If Nasus, the old dog, saw this scene, he would probably be moved to tears. However, after ascending, he may no longer have the ability to express emotions as simply as shedding tears.

As excited Kai'Sa was, Xerath was just as furious. He no longer cared about dealing with the Mother of the Nest, and floated straight up to the sky above the city. His limbs trembled uncontrollably, crackling lightning erupted from them, and his eyes, burning with white flames, searched the city for someone or something.

"Azir!!!" He had already sensed that familiar yet strange aura, and he gritted his teeth, his mind filled with the enemy who should not exist in this world.

Completely unaware that the sea dragon had opened its eyes while immersed in the healing water, nor did it notice Sivir being swept into the moat by the rushing river while walking through the underground tunnel.

……

The oasis of dawn has been restored to the light of day, but it is not a reborn city, but an empty grave rising from the sand.

Azir, who had been resurrected, walked on the golden imperial road. With each step he took, his scepter struck out a lonely note that echoed through the empty streets of the capital.

The once-great capital city has become an empty ghost town. What happened to his people?

Azir doesn't believe anyone's words; he only wants to believe the truth he sees for himself.

So he struck a haughty pose and used the divine power he received from his ascension to conjure up past scenes, the timing being exactly the moment Azir performed his own ascension ceremony.

Dust rose with the wind, creating lifelike human figures. These are images of the past, echoes of Shurima's physical form.

He walked along the avenue leading to the altar, followed by a guard of honor consisting of 10,000 elite soldiers, and cheers from the crowd resounded throughout the city.

Azir's scepter struck out a lonely note, the dust reformed once more, and time fast-forwarded to the moment before he lost consciousness.

Chapter 425 Unforgivable

History repeats itself in the sands of rebirth. Azir sees his mortal body rise into the air, close to the sun disk, arms outstretched, back arched backward.

He remembered that moment when the sun's disc poured down golden light, illuminating the altar, and the power flowed through him, merging with his very being, and infusing him with divine power.

Just then, a figure formed from sand appeared. It was his most trusted servant, his wizard, Xerath.

Xerath acted without warning, and Azir watched in disbelief as he was pushed off his pedestal, shattered like glass, and exploding into fine dust. Xerath, who had stolen the power of Ascension, took his place and received it. The light of the sun poured into him, reshaping his flesh and blood into the body of an Ascended being.

However, this action also led to disastrous consequences.

This power did not belong to Xerath, nor did it acknowledge a despicable thief. The uncontrolled astral power was released, transforming into a shockwave that swept across the entire city.

The unseen energy first destroyed a group of elite guards rushing toward Xerath, who were annihilated by the shockwave and vanished into thin air; then came the spectators who had formed a circle at the top of the temple, his closest assistants, his advisors, priests, bishops, and his family.

His pregnant queen, his son who was about to grow up, and his shy daughter—every face looking up at the sky, their expressions pained, groaning silently—were all destroyed by the shockwave and vanished into thin air.

This unbearable weight, even when magnified countless times, still caused him to collapse and kneel. His time stopped the moment of death; there were no thousands of years after his death to dilute his grief. To him, it all felt as if it had just happened.

The sandstorm continued to evolve, and the people who witnessed this usurpation of power in the distance no longer had any joy on their faces. They fled in terror from the direction of the sun disk, but were instantly annihilated by an unseen energy, turning into dust and disappearing with the wind.

Only Xerath remained, continuously absorbing the sun's power above the city until his physical body was completely devoured, then reshaped into a shimmering vortex of arcane energy.

A brutal sandstorm erupted, shattering Shurima's final remnants. In the despairing silence, Azir stood alone amidst the echoes of the past, the dust settling. (The last line appears to be unrelated and possibly a fragment from another source: "Mei Youyou You want to be in the empty forest, is it not there...?")

This is how his people were murdered.

He couldn't understand why, even though he had given Xerath everything he wanted—promoting him from slavery to minister and ultimately abolishing slavery for him—he was still betrayed by Xerath.

This betrayal caused an emperor to lose everything he possessed: family, love, friendship, power, and even his life... The entire city perished with him.

The great Shurima civilization has fallen, become a thing of the past, buried in the sands of time.

Time has transformed Shurima beyond recognition, erasing all memories of victory and defeat, leaving only legends.

No one knows the extent of this empire, which once stretched from one sea to another, spanning the entire continent; no one knows that golden outposts were established in the eastern jungles, and that governors of three parts of the continent would pay tribute and provide warriors to the capital, with wealth flowing into the treasury like a river of gold. No one knows that in the Shurima Empire, a hundred languages ​​are spoken, and there is an even greater number of arts, music, and cultures.

All of this can be attributed to Xerath's betrayal.