Void Beetle Evolution Guide

"You can't fight a protracted war, but with my assistance, you can fight for three days and three nights without getting tired. You will no longer be troubled by hunger, illness, or heat and cold. I can also shield you from the strong winds blowing in your face, allowing you to fly freely. At that time, the world will be vast, and you can go anywhere. If you don't like someone, just slap them. If they dare to lay a hand on you, then let them see your terrifying power."

No one felt her physical weakness better than Syndra. She was indeed frail and weak, lacking both energy and stamina, and dared not even fly too fast. (The last two lines appear to be random characters and are not translated.)

Wild Hunt tried everything to persuade her, but the more he talked, the more Syndra wanted to prove her abilities.

"I'll say it again: get out of my life. I don't need your protection."

"...Alright, then we'll keep at it. Just don't give up."

This time, the Wild Hunt doesn't want to subdue Syndra through physical and mental torture. Syndra is unaware of the serious consequences of her century-long slumber.

He doesn't even have to do anything; within two days, the pressure of survival will force Syndra to bow down to him.

Wild Hunt remained silent, and Syndra couldn't remove her armor, so she decided to pretend he didn't exist.

Before Wild Hunt could make a move, Syndra shouted and raised her hands above her head.

Dark energy radiated outwards, shattering rocks and sending dust and stones into the pool, creating swirling ripples that spread in all directions.

She made a cutting motion with both hands, and with a loud bang, the cave ceiling was ripped open.

Then she began to rise, flying towards freedom she hadn't experienced in a century, with stars twinkling at her from the distant horizon.

She glanced one last time at the Dream Pool that had imprisoned her for an entire century, then swept her hands, sending falling rocks to bury her.

"Was it really necessary to make such a big fuss? Now everyone knows you've woken up."

"I want them all to know that the Syndra they fear is back!"

The more the Wild Hunt talked, the more Syndra wanted to make things worse. She breathed in the fresh air, flew into the sky and looked down at the earth, only to find that Philo Island had changed drastically.

A massive fortress was built around the cliff, its high walls and watchtowers filled with fully armed soldiers, and braziers illuminated the night sky. The harbor also held about fifty warships, each enormous and of a type she had never seen before.

"what is this?"

"The fortress built by the Noxians, during the time you slept, Noxus waged war against Ionia."

"Heh, is that so?" Syndra's laughter carried a hint of schadenfreude.

Those Ionians she called her compatriots were the very enemies who had persecuted her here. Hearing of their suffering brought her pleasure.

However, she soon discovered that these Noxians were not very friendly to her.

Chapter 460 The Wrath of Awakening

No one expected that the witch sleeping in the forbidden area would suddenly awaken. She broke through the temple and arrived above the fortress.

The Noxians responded swiftly to the sudden disaster, with hundreds of archers taking their positions on the city walls and watchtowers, unleashing a rain of arrows at the calamity that was swirling around the dark orb in the sky.

Faced with a formidable foe, the primitive weapons of mortals were a joke. Syndra didn't even flinch as the arrows were captured by the gravity of the sphere beside her.

Although there was no real danger, the irritable and easily angered Syndra was already in a bad mood, and these mortals daring to lay a hand on her was undoubtedly an offense against her dignity.

She decided that both the Ionians and the Noxians must pay a heavy price to learn a lesson that no one, regardless of who they are, should try to use or control her!

The entire island rumbled as if struck by an earthquake. An earthquake that seemed to last forever. The disaster that had once struck this land was repeating itself.

Syndra's dark energy radiated across the entire island, instantly destroying the Noxian fortifications. She uprooted high walls and watchtowers, raising them high into the air, blocking out the distant stars and moonlight.

It's worth noting that Philol's total area is nearly the size of Bilgewater, accounting for one-fiftieth of Ionia. Such a vast territory still couldn't escape Syndra's clutches.

Even without using the Defiled form to enhance her mental power, Wild Hunt had already displayed such terrifying strength. He couldn't even imagine how strong Syndra would be after being enhanced.

This is clearly the kind of talent a female protagonist in a wish-fulfillment novel possesses. No wonder the Soul of Ionia personally suppressed her back then. If she had been allowed to continue growing stronger, she could have destroyed the entire Ionia by herself.

After the high walls and watchtowers were lifted to a great height, Syndra hurled them down with tremendous force. The Noxians witnessed a sight they would never forget: the watchtowers plunged upside down into the buildings, piercing from the ceiling all the way to the ground. The towering walls crashed into the sea, creating towering waves, and rolled with the waves for several weeks before slowly sinking to the bottom of the ocean.

Even the Noxian warships anchored in the harbor suffered; one was lifted into the air by Syndra. People plummeted from it like ants, crashing to their deaths on the rocks below. The warship rose higher and higher before suddenly plummeting, slamming into two other ships and shattering them into splinters. The scene of destruction was like a catastrophe struck from the heavens.

"Now look what's happened, you've offended both sides." Looking at the scene before him, Mad Hunter sighed.

Influenced by Kai'Sa, he actually considered whether or not to stop Syndra from wreaking havoc and slaughtering Noxian soldiers.

After careful consideration, he decided that it would be better to let Syndra vent her anger and relieve her pent-up emotions, which would facilitate their subsequent communication.

Although many people would die because of his inaction, that wouldn't affect his plans; all he needed to do was make sure Cassiopeia was alright.

"This is the effect I want." Listening to Wild Hunt's words, Syndra coldly looked at the ruins, though she had no idea what consequences her actions would bring.

A massive fortress, guarded only by a thousand veterans—it's clear Swain has shifted his focus away from Ionia; Noxus is about to completely withdraw. (The last line appears to be a nonsensical string of characters and doesn't translate directly.)

But at this very moment, news came from the front lines that the Fortress of Philol had been breached. What would the Grand Commander think?

No matter how he thought about it, even if he knew that Syndra and Ionia were not of one mind, he still had to give an explanation to the soldiers who died in the attack, and to the entire empire.

Whether or not it was instigated by the Ionians, they must bear the wrath of Noxus.

It can be said that Syndra reignited the flames of war single-handedly, and Noxus will soon launch another full-scale invasion of Ionia.

The Noxians hate her because she destroyed Fortress Feralas. The Ionians hate her because she brought countless lives to the ravages of war.

However, some hawks might argue that Syndra was right. She delivered a powerful counterattack against the invaders, and the extent of destruction she inflicted on Noxus was enough to make them applaud.

It's important to understand that Ionia is not a united front.

This land was once peaceful and harmonious; its people knew nothing of conflict, and everyone lived in contentment. Until Noxus brought war into the land, and the shift in ideology split the Ionians into two factions.

One faction advocated an eye for an eye and wanted to launch a counterattack against Noxus. The other faction was the traditionalists who wanted to defeat the enemy and then give up, preferring to return to a pastoral life.

The incessant conflict between the two factions alone has plunged Ionia into prolonged chaos. Even if they successfully defend their homeland, things can never return to what they once were.

"Have you vented? If you have, then leave. There's nothing left for you to destroy here."

Wild Hunt watched as Syndra, like an enraged child, smashed toy fortresses and warships one after another. Only some buildings survived, and Cassiopeia had already evacuated in time.

Syndra did not respond, because she didn't know where to go either.

"If you don't know which way to go, head east," Wild Hunt suggested. The Garden of Forgetfulness is in the heart of Ionia.

"Hmph." This time, Syndra didn't deliberately antagonize the Wild Hunt. The west and south are both sea, and it gets colder and colder to the north, leaving only the east as a suitable option.

With a lift of her hands, the entire mountaintop was smoothly sliced ​​open, and the temple at its summit was lifted up along with it, carrying her eastward.

Clearly, what Wild Hunt had said earlier had somewhat reminded Syndra, and since she didn't want to fly in the cold winds at high altitudes, she took the entire temple with her.

However, what she didn't notice was that a Vastaya was clinging to the edge of the floating island with a grappling hook, climbing up the rope against the howling wind, its feline pupils filled with unwavering determination.

The floating island had only been flying east for a few hours when Syndra felt a pang of hunger. Her empty stomach rumbled and gurgled, reminding her that it was time to eat.

In the Dream Pool, the tree roots both bound Syndra and nourished her, maintaining stable vital signs and making her forget that she hadn't eaten for over a hundred years.

Wild Hunt wouldn't tell her that without his protection, the Void Armor parasitizing her would instinctively absorb the nutrients from her body, quickly plunging her into hunger.

One second they're wreaking havoc, the next they're worrying about food and drink—the contrast is just too great.

This is a problem Syndra can't avoid; even without the Wild Hunt's interference, she'll still get hungry.

Sitting on the dark, sedimented stone steps, Syndra felt the hunger growing stronger and stronger, and was eventually forced to get up and search for food on the floating island.

Chapter 461 Even Witches Forage for Food

Syndra searched for anything that could be eaten on the not-so-large floating island, while Wild Hunt took the opportunity to act sarcastic.

"Ah, a powerful witch still needs to find her own food, isn't that a bit beneath her? She could have just agreed to my request and never had to worry about these trivial matters again, but some people are just so stubborn."

"You think I can't cook? I'm going to show you!"

Syndra had gradually come to accept the voice that kept appearing in her mind from time to time, and naturally refuted it. Of course, if there was a way to get rid of the Wild Hunt, she certainly wouldn't keep him around.

While practicing in the temple, Sindra ate vegetarian food and chanted scriptures frequently. Her master would not kindly prepare meals for her, so she had to rely on herself for everything, from cooking to boiling water.

She searched the entire mountainside, but in the end she only found some wild vegetables, barely enough to make a pot of vegetable soup.

However, she had neither a pot nor any seasoning, and she couldn't accept eating wild vegetables raw; that would be too barbaric.

Now I have no choice but to land and find food. I wanted to be a lofty person who was above everything, but I found that I couldn't live without pots, pans, firewood, rice, oil, and salt. It's really annoying.

"Damn it, they emptied the temple, they didn't even leave me a basin!" Syndra did find a helmet at the entrance that could be used as a basin, but thinking that it had been worn on someone's head and had been in contact with sweat, hair oil, dandruff and other garbage for a long time, she disgustedly threw it aside.

"Even if you did, would you dare use bowls and basins from a hundred years ago? They'd probably be covered in dust and impossible to remove."

Wild Hunt and Syndra continued bickering when they suddenly noticed a flash of light in the grass—the light of a feline eye in the night.

"Syndra, turn your head towards the temple."

"What do you want?" Syndra instinctively felt resistant to the command structure, and was also inexplicably confused.

"Someone is watching you in the dark."

"What nonsense are you spouting? I searched the entire floating island and couldn't find anyone. Do you think I'd be fooled by your clumsy tricks?"

"What if it was your oversight?"

"..." Syndra turned around as Wild Hunt instructed, still somewhat doubtful, but her attention remained on what was behind her.

The next moment, Wild Hunt's warning came true; she sensed a murderous intent rushing towards her.

Syndra immediately turned around, and two throwing knives stopped right in front of her face, forcibly intercepted by her powerful magic.

Her eyes radiated darkness as she coldly stared at the attacker, sending chills down one's spine.

The attacker revealed himself: a Vastaya, clad in Noxian armor. He grinned, his lips curling back to reveal predator-like fangs. Desperate after his assassination attempt failed, he lashed out his grappling hook at Syndra.

Syndra didn't move. Dark energy erupted from her body, and the throwing knives hovering in front of her immediately changed direction and shot out. One deflected the incoming grappling hook, while the other pierced deep into the side of his neck, narrowly missing a fatal blow.

Vastaya pulled out the throwing knife, and blood gushed out immediately. His yellow eyes were fixed on Syndra. He forcefully spread his arms, long claws extending from between his fingers, and sharp spikes protruding from the outside of his forearms.

Although he was injured, his attack was still swift. He burst out of the shadows with sharp claws, but Syndra waved her hand, and three orbs surrounding her flew towards him, knocking him back.

"How could I have woken up so suddenly? I've already checked." He was powerless against the powerful witch, but for the sake of his Lingxi and his cub, he could not back down.

“You…” Syndra said, tilting her head to one side. “I know your soul. Your shadow has shrouded my dreams.” Her expression grew even darker. “You are my jailer. You…you are the one who locked me up here.”

The Vastaya rose to his feet and knelt on one knee. He hissed, “You are the embodiment of abomination.”

Syndra reached out a hand and lifted the roaring creature into the air, then hurled it off the floating island. A fall from a height of over a hundred meters would be certain death.

"The one you just threw down was the governor of Fort Feral," Wild Hunt warned.

“I don’t care who he is,” Syndra said angrily. “Anyone who dares to mess with me, even if they’re a god, I’ll throw them away without hesitation.”

"But I've heard that cats don't die so easily from falling from a great height."

"..." Syndra was speechless. She had also heard the saying that cats have nine lives, so she came to the edge of the floating island to look down and only felt relieved after confirming that the other party was dead.

She was still a little scared. She thought she could rest easy as long as she stayed on the floating island, but she didn't expect that the person would actually use a grappling hook to climb up and even get very close to her when she was hiding.

If Wild Hunt hadn't warned her in time, she might not have had time to react. You could say Wild Hunt saved her life.

This incident made Syndra realize that Wild Hunt didn't intend to harm her, and her opinion of him changed somewhat.

The potential threat has been eliminated, but the problem of hunger remains unresolved.

Unable to contain her hunger any longer, Syndra lowered the floating island to a shoreline. (The remaining text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the previous sentence.)

Ionia's natural environment is completely different from other places; it is magical and diverse.

Wild Hunt saw some trees he didn't recognize rooted on the beach, their branches shaped like coral, but they were actually covered in green leaves.

Before this, he had never heard of any trees that could survive in saltwater, whose roots would not rot even when soaked in the sea.

The roots of the trees and the protruding rocks were covered with many large, bright yellow crabs, and there were so many on the beach that there was nowhere to put your feet. Each one was bigger than a face, and its pincers were so heavy that it was almost impossible to lift it without buoyancy. They looked extremely plump.

But even the most crabs can't keep you hungry, so Syndra picked up some seashells and arranged them at certain intervals on the beach. Then she chanted something to the sea, as if she were performing some kind of strange ritual.

"Didn't you come here to hunt for food? Why are you playing around?" Wild Hunt asked, puzzled.

“What do you know? I’m just bartering. As long as you lay out the seashells on the beach and pray to the sea, the sea will take the seashells away when the tide goes out and push the fish onto the beach when the tide comes in. The seashells are laid out at certain intervals so that the tide can easily wash them away. That’s how I used to catch fish when I was practicing my spiritual cultivation by the sea.”

Syndra spoke with absolute certainty, but this is indeed the traditional fishing method in Ionia.

The Ionians believe in animism and the harmonious coexistence of humanity and nature. With such a uniquely blessed geographical environment, if people treat nature well, nature will not fail them.

Chapter 462 Personality Excretion

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Syndra waited for the tide to come in at the beach, while Wild Hunt asked in confusion, "If you can trade fish for just a few seashells, how do your fishermen make a living?"

"There is no conflict. The fish that are washed ashore are all very common fish, while fishermen can catch rare fish when they go out to sea by boat. They can also raise mussels and harvest pearls. There are still quite a few people who do this."

Syndra's answer made Wild Hunt wonder. If he could get food so easily, how could he control her through the pressure of survival?

Fortunately, he was overthinking it; even God couldn't stand the heinous Syndra.

A few hours later, as the tide rose, Wild Hunt did not see any fish being washed ashore.

"Where's the fish you promised?" he said gloatingly.