Void Beetle Evolution Guide

The flaming sword split into countless clones, which fell like a rain of swords.

Aatrox fought with all his might but could not withstand it all. The burning sword pierced his chest, adding the agony of a thousand swords piercing his heart to the agony of being burned alive.

He struggled to hold on, unsure how much longer he could endure.

Zolani surveyed the battlefield, her gaze finally settling on Balkux's staff. She then laboriously crawled over with her charred limbs.

She must continue to draw power from the Darkin weapons in order to defeat Mihira. Only by defeating Mihira can she survive this war and emerge victorious.

Suddenly, a pair of legs, oblivious to her presence, blocked her way.

Zolani looked up and saw Naganeka staring at her with malicious intent through her vertical pupils.

At this moment, even the weakest Darkin has become an insurmountable divine punishment for her.

"Get out of the way!" Zolani's words were a show of bravado, but her face, already burning with anger, crumbled as she uttered those words. (The rest of the text appears to be nonsensical and unrelated to the previous sentences.)

“What do you want to do?” Naganekia questioned.

"If you don't want your entire army to be wiped out, don't try to stop me from absorbing power! Sacrificing one person to save the others, is there even a choice?"

"..." Naganek fell silent, looking around.

Barcox had little to do with her, and abandoning a fellow countryman was not a difficult choice for her.

What she truly feared was that Zolani had absorbed too much of the power of her own kind, ultimately becoming invincible.

That would simply be handing the knife from the Protoss of Justice to Zolane, and ultimately it would still end up cutting her own flesh.

This damned fate forced her to choose between two piles of shit—to let the Protoss of Justice destroy them, or to let Zoranny destroy the Protoss of Justice and then deal with them.

But did Naganekia have a choice? She saw no hope of victory among her own people, so she could only gamble on Zoranny.

“I can pretend I didn’t see it.” Naganeka reluctantly made way for her, but Zolani’s subsequent reply left her feeling quite uncomfortable.

"Once I've dealt with Aatrox, I might consider sparing your life," Zolani said, overjoyed.

The battle raged on, and yet another Darkin succumbed and fell.

This time, it was Stellatu who fell. The flames of judgment replaced her fiery spirit, the harp ceased playing, and only the main melody of flapping wings remained on the battlefield.

In a secluded corner unnoticed by anyone, Zolani greedily extracted the power of origin from the fallen comrades.

Soon, she was reborn from the ashes once again.

Zoranny's figure rapidly grew taller, soon becoming as massive as a mountain, standing tall and imposing in the center of the battlefield. Even Nasus in his ascended form looked like a puppy that could be casually held in her hand compared to her.

Feeling an unprecedented power, she threw her head back and laughed wildly, letting out a deafening roar. After this earth-shattering mockery, she reached out to grab Misira, her unstoppable momentum combined with her enormous size making it seem as if a mountain was pressing down on them.

The approaching behemoth pounded the ground with each thud, echoing through the heavens and earth. Kasha hurriedly dodged; the creature seemed perfectly capable of crushing her as well.

Perhaps due to her confidence in her own strength, or perhaps because she felt she couldn't dodge Zolani's large hand, Mishira didn't flinch and was held tightly in Zolani's grasp.

Mihira unleashed a burst of golden light, piercing Zoranny's hand and leaving it riddled with holes. She was the chosen celestial spirit of the Titans, the embodiment of justice, an unshakeable being!

The light pierced her eyes, causing Zolani to close them in agony. Enduring excruciating pain, she covered the area with her other hand, clenching her fists tightly to forcefully block out the dazzling light of the Protoss of Justice with her own flesh and blood.

"No one can stop me! Not even the giants of the heavens!!!"

"Once I absorb your power, I will slaughter all those who oppose me, wipe out all the Darkin, and slaughter every Protoss... Finally, I will storm the Celestials! And drag down even the highest Titans!!!"

"Go to hell, you bunch of birdmen!"

As Zolani strained to her last breath, a cracking sound gradually came from her clenched fist, and a stream of liquid metal slowly seeped out from between her fingers...

Chapter 450 Burning Rain of Swords

The outflow of liquid metal served as a signal, indicating that the righteous Protoss Mishira, held in Zolani's grasp, was in grave danger. The golden legions on the battlefield turned their weapons, fearlessly charging towards Zolani.

The celestial army began to rescue their commander. The first to launch a surprise attack were the winged messengers, who used their wings to create gusts of wind as sharp as blades, cutting shallow wounds on Zoranny's exposed muscles. These attacks, which were enough to cut a human in two, could not delay the giant in the slightest.

The six-legged dragons charged forward, relentlessly ramming into the giant's ankles and knees. They crawled all over Zoranny's head, their arms sprouting sharp claws that tore at her hair, wrists, forearms, and even her close-fitting armor. The clouds were no longer filled with lightning, but with thunderbolts like divine punishment, striking the giant and igniting heavenly fire.

Even this apocalyptic scene did not shake Zolani. She clenched her fists tightly, as if she was prepared to perish together with Mihira, determined to crush her completely in her grasp.

Kyle intended to rescue Mishira, but Aatrox was like an unkillable cockroach; as soon as her suppression eased slightly, he would catch up with her tattered fleshy wings.

Crimson sword energy, a deathly aura, erupted repeatedly, the shockwaves staining the feathers of her burning wings. Aatrox, having been cleansed by the holy fire for so long, still had energy left?!

Kaisa was also blocking her way. She suddenly rushed out from the side and, taking advantage of her unpreparedness, snatched the half of the Judgment Sword from her left hand. Then, she swung the half-sword at her chest.

Kyle raised his sword to parry, but the blades, though from the same source, sparked as they clashed.

This stalemate, coupled with the deep purple figure in front of her, caused Kyle to momentarily hallucinate that Kai'Sa was her sister fighting with swords against her, whose father had been caught in the crossfire of that sisterly battle and died.

From that moment on, she abandoned her humanity, vowed never again to let mortal emotions control her, gave up everything in the mortal world, and followed her mother on Mount Targon.

She did not leave to obtain the last remaining familial affection, but to seek perfect insight from the astral plane. There, she will stand shoulder to shoulder with her mother, fulfilling her legacy as a righteous celestial being.

However, in the blink of an eye, her mother had already passed away.

Despite being stopped by Aatrox and Kai'Sa, Kyle was ultimately unable to stop Zoranny and could only watch helplessly as she crushed Mishira to death.

The once-powerful Protoss of Justice was crushed by immense force, turning into a pool of liquid metal and countless feathers, which flowed out from between his fingers.

The constellation of justice, which should have been shining brightly in the night sky, suddenly dimmed.

Kyle's eyes were bloodshot, but she didn't cry or shout angrily. She had decided to take over her mother's legacy and completely abandon mortal emotions.

With a powerful strike, she shoved Kassa aside, creating distance, and Mihira's flaming sword flew back to her empty left hand from somewhere on the battlefield.

Clutching his mother's belongings, Kyle resolved to drag everything to its end, launching a furious counterattack with the entire Celestial army.

She secretly activated the backup plan, and no one would notice that one of the tens of thousands of winged messengers quietly flew away from the battlefield.

Kyle flew straight into the clouds, raising her arms high and gripping the flaming sword in her backhand. Countless sword shadows appeared in the sky, their burning blades pointing downwards, intending to give the blood-stained earth a thorough cleansing.

Kai'Sa and Aatrox tried their best to stop her, but a barrier of light completely enveloped Kayle, and neither the Icathian rain nor the death-slaying sword energy could shake her in the slightest.

They swung their swords with all their might at the light shield, but not even a ripple was left. Through the light shield were Kyle's burning eyes, his flickering and heavy gaze radiating an unyielding rage.

Kai'Sa felt as if she were looking directly at the sun; her glory was both beautiful and terrifying, with thousands of sword shadows surrounding her, making the entire night sky burn.

"With a sharp blade in hand, I will punish all! Witness the supreme flames!"

As Kyle's earth-shattering shout echoed, a rain of burning swords fell.

Wild Hunt had already retreated from the riddled-with-holes Mother Nest, leaving Kai'Sa with no choice but to tear open a spatial rift to escape this all-encompassing attack.

Unwilling to admit defeat, Aatrox was unable to break through Kayle's protective shield until the very last moment. He was pierced through the heart by the burning sword and fell from the sky, pinning himself to the ground.

Zoranny had already exhausted her strength and even her life by killing Mishira; she was already like a candle in the wind, teetering on the verge of collapse like a corpse.

She crashed to the ground under the barrage of swords. Even in death, the enormous giant's body crushed thousands of angels, and even the sound of the wind as she fell seemed to mourn.

None of the other Darkin escaped the torture of being pierced by a thousand swords and burned alive, except for Naganeka, who managed to hide under Zoranny's corpse.

From the twilight of the gods until now, fate seems to have been on her side, and she has once again narrowly escaped death.

After the dazzling light, everything turned into a sea of ​​fire.

All was silent; only the flapping of angels' wings and the crackling of flames could be heard on the battlefield.

Kai'Sa escaped the Holy Fire's great purge, and as soon as she returned to the mortal world, Kayle came after her with her sword.

Faced with the righteous Protoss's rising momentum, Kai'Sa could only avoid their direct confrontation and use her high mobility to maneuver among the thousands of enemies.

Kayle seems to have inexhaustible energy. The Wild Hunt must help Kai'Sa find a way to defeat Kayle, or they will face eternal pursuit from the Protoss.

Naganekal crawled out from under Zolani's body, cautiously peeking out to observe the situation outside.

The Darkin have been completely wiped out; their bodies were either destroyed or they lost the ability to resist. Even Aatrox, who possessed boundless power, was pinned to the ground by the blade and could not rise again.

Their Grand Scholar was also reduced to his original form. In order to protect Renekton, who had already been severely injured by Xerath, Nasus used his broad back as a shield to withstand the rain of swords for his brother.

He now knelt on the ground like a black sculpture, his back riddled with burning swords, and cradling the still unconscious Renekton in his arms.

Xerath, on the other hand, was quite comfortable. He had been sealed inside the golden sculpture from the start and escaped the rain of swords unscathed.

Of the vast army, only Kai'Sa remained, struggling to hold on.

Countless winged messengers and six-legged dragons from outer space hovered in the sky, forming a giant arena with their bodies, solely to restrict Kai'Sa's movements and allow Kayle to conduct the final judgment on the sinner.

Seeing this, Naganeka was conflicted.

She hesitated whether to go out, and if she did, what could she do? The only way she could think of to turn the tide of the war was to return to Dawn Oasis as a deserter and call Azir over as well.

Just when she was at her wit's end, the gigantic corpse of Zolani on her body suddenly emitted an unusual bloody light!

Although the blood-red light only flashed briefly in the blood vessels, the corpse was so enormous that even the slightest movement in the blood vessels on the surface of the body was very noticeable.

Chapter 451 The Calamity of the Star Spirits

Within Zolani's body, something seemed to be conceiving and being born.

First, red light flowed in the blood vessels on the surface of the body, and then the muscles began to twitch.

As the frequency of the strange movements increased, Naganek, who was hiding below, gradually felt the tremors deep within the corpse, as if the dead heart had begun to beat again.

No, to be precise, it should be that another vibrant heart has grown.

The corpse's back arched powerfully, as if something was breaking free from its cocoon and being reborn.

The bright red chains pierced the body and wrapped around the spine, forcefully tearing it out of the corpse and dragging out a blood-soaked structure resembling a spine.

Countless blood vessels grew wildly, coiling around the spine like braids, forming a grotesque and terrifying shape. After a brief stillness, the spine suspended in mid-air by chains suddenly unfurled six enormous fleshy wings.

In front of the spine, an ugly head rose up, and Zolani's expression could be vaguely seen, but her face was dark red as if her skin had been peeled off.

His white hair seemed to have grown longer, hanging down in a messy, disheveled way, the ends growing into his flesh. His deformed eyes were like a beehive, radiating a dazzling light, like the burning eyes of a Protoss, but burning with bloodlust and madness.

"What?! Zolani actually devoured Mishira?!"

Even Naganeka was afraid of the reborn Zoranny, fearing the power she now possessed.

Her fears came true: Zolani gained unparalleled power, and her next step was to return and settle scores with them.

The earth trembled, as if in fear of the ever-increasing blood magic within Zolani. Even the legendary hero Mishira could not withstand her immense power, becoming nourishment to help her ascend to the heavens.

Looking at the burning battlefield, a joy that surged from the depths of her soul brought tears to her eyes. Soon, the world would be filled with love, peace, and tranquility, after she had dealt with the rest of them.

Zoranny, the scourge of the Protoss, would not tolerate any dissenting voices. She looked up at Kayle and Kai'Sa, who both stopped fighting simultaneously.

Her gaze shifted between the two men, finally settling on Kyle, who was clad in golden armor. She licked her lips with her long, scarlet tongue: "First, I'll send you to reunite with Mihira, and then you..."

Kai'Sa frowned. As long as she remained on the same side as Shurima, she was Zoranny's enemy.

Looking back, Aatrox was still struggling in the flames of judgment, but he probably wouldn't escape Zoranny's clutches either. Having already devoured the Protoss, she probably no longer held the Darkin in high regard.

However, if Zoranny were allowed to devour Kayle, then all the Darkin, followed by the Nasus brothers, and then the sealed Xerath, becoming invincible wouldn't be impossible...

"The devil may be one foot tall, but the righteous are ten feet tall. You can never defeat justice." Kyle brandished his sword, and tens of thousands of angels immediately pounced on Zolani.

Crimson chains danced wildly in the air, forming a pattern that was both sacred and evil around Zolani, piercing and whipping, causing fallen angels to fall one after another.

She let out a trembling shriek, and wherever the piercing demonic sound reached, angels exploded and perished, their white feathers falling to the ground one after another.

Even someone like Kaisa, protected by her armor, writhed in pain under the piercing noise.

With just one move, Zolani wiped out the entire Heavenly Army.

She was capricious; one second she was laughing maniacally, the next she was charging at Kyle in a rage. Her grotesque, twisted body loomed in the air, blocking the rising sun in the east, and the immense pressure made Kyle's wings stiff and unresponsive.

The trembling earth sprouted countless thick roots that pulverized the land. The broken terrain surged like waves, and anyone who wasn't careful would be ground and crushed by boulders as if falling into a meat grinder.

Dozens of thick, blood-red chains extended from behind Zolani, their ends connected to scythes that resembled the hooks of a scorpion's tail, wildly lashing out and carving out trails of death.

Kyle parried with his sword, but the chain's lash was like a giant's full-force attack. In no time, it was whipped away by Zoranny's scythe, and even the sword in his hand flew out of his grasp.

She used the impact to turn and fly away, but the chains followed her like a shadow, wrapping around her legs and throwing her violently into the sky, followed by a series of piercings from the chains.

At the critical moment, Kayle used the power of the Celestials to summon a barrier of light around her, firmly enveloping her within it.

The barrier, which had withstood the full force of Aatrox and Kai'Sa's attacks without faltering, was violently flung away by the impact of the chains.

Trapped inside, Kyle was bounced around like a ball by Zolani using several chains, stumbling and crashing against the inner wall of the barrier, completely lacking any graceful movement.

Then Zolani controlled the chains to wrap around the barrier and tighten them. The seemingly unbreakable barrier began to show dense cracks and looked like it wouldn't last much longer.

"Hurry up and retreat, after Kyle it will be your turn." Wild Hunt sighed seriously as he looked at the angel of justice who was on the verge of collapse under Zolani's suppression.

"If I just leave like this, won't the rest of the people become nourishment for Zolani's devouring and evolution?" Kasa frowned and asked rhetorically.

"In times like these, self-preservation is the safest approach. As long as you're still alive, you'll have a chance to make a comeback."

"Her growth rate is terrifying. If I can't deal with her here, I probably won't have another chance like this. So, I'm going to take a gamble."

Wild Hunt admitted that Kaisa's words made sense; Zolani's growth rate was terrifying, almost like a Frankenstein's monster that accepted everything, perfectly compatible with powers from all sources.