Void Beetle Evolution Guide

These are just the visible areas; in the unseen areas, the Wild Hunt's actions are much bolder.

Syndra wore a black lace top underneath, similar in texture to her eye mask. The thin straps struggled to support her heavy breasts, seemingly about to snap at any moment with each silent moan. Through the hazy, openwork fabric, a delicate pink halo was faintly visible, no bigger than a fingernail, appearing petite and endearingly small compared to her snow-white breasts, which were larger than her head.

Below, there was only a thin layer of fabric, the pitiful triangle barely covering the folds of her thighs and hips. Thin straps dug into her flesh, creating undulations in what was originally a smooth curve, further emphasizing the pertness of her buttocks. A few twisted stray hairs always protruded restlessly through the openwork, their flamboyant appearance creating a stark contrast to her aloof and unapproachable demeanor.

Wild Hunt, eager to experience the results, shoved his large hand inside the suit. The latex suit was very tight, and the space inside was already filled with her abundant soft flesh. When he forced his way in, he felt like he was drowning in a sea of ​​flesh, all jumbled together and unable to move.

"You're really...repressed." Syndra saw his chest bulge and swell, revealing the shape of a pair of large hands, and she was so angry that her face turned red and she gritted her teeth to hold on.

Perhaps because she was wearing the blindfold, she felt her body become more sensitive. Waves of thrilling pleasure washed over her, and she placed her hands on them, her sharp, long nails swirling with a dark aura, as if trying to suppress the restlessness in her chest.

"Have you touched me enough?!" Sensing that Wild Hunt showed no sign of letting go, Syndra, unable to bear it any longer, finally snapped: "If you continue like this, don't blame me for breaking the agreement and making you suffer the consequences!"

"I don't mind tasting more of this soft, bitter fruit."

"Pah! Vulgar!"

Wild Hunt still wouldn't let go; he loved seeing Syndra fuming and helpless.

After spending these two days together, he had gotten to know this woman to some extent.

Although Syndra is short-tempered and easily angered, as long as you don't cross her bottom line, you don't really need to care too much about what she says; you can just coax her back later.

She grew up in a loveless environment, and girls like that are often easy to please. As long as you're not intimidated by her grumpy face and boldly extend kindness, you can melt the ice in her heart. (The last two lines appear to be random characters and are not translated.)

Of course, if you can't stick to Syndra like Wild Hunt and make her unable to shake you off, then it's best not to try it lightly.

Otherwise, if you say anything that doesn't suit her taste, she'll give you a chance to start over—that's how capricious she is.

The Wild Hunt is trying to make her understand that this kind of intimate touch is also a way of expressing love.

Chapter 468 Redemption or Corruption

Under the wild hunt's caresses, Syndra gradually lost the strength to curse. With a dark face full of gritted teeth, she kept breathing heavily with the movements of the large hands.

"Getting back to the main point, do you know why the dark orbs you conjure are all spherical?"

Why bring this up all of a sudden? Syndra noticed that Wild Hunt's every move seemed to deliberately go against her wishes, disrupting her rhythm just as she was getting into the swing of things.

"I don't know." She had never thought about this question before and replied without hesitation, "It's called a sphere, so shouldn't it be spherical?"

“You’ve got it backwards. It’s because they will continuously collapse inwards under their own gravity, while only a sphere is the most stable structure, with the distance from any point on the surface to the center being the same.” Wild Hunt probably didn’t fully understand what he meant, so he put it another way, “Because you didn’t exert any control over the dark orbs, they naturally formed into spheres.”

"so what?"

“Their power could be much greater; they could fly faster as arrows, or protect themselves as walls. The girl I mentioned earlier was very good at turning rocks into various shapes.”

Syndra disliked hearing Wild Hunt compare her to others and retorted, "What's so difficult about that? I can do it too."

"No, what you need to do is not to turn stones into various shapes; that's taking the long way around. What you need to do is enhance the malleability of your magic. Once you solve that problem, what you can do will depend entirely on your imagination."

"Is it necessary? If one magic orb can't solve it, then let's use another one." Syndra's magic power is inexhaustible, and even she doesn't know what kind of destruction she can cause if she uses all her magic power.

She raised one hand, and dark magic naturally formed sharp, tangible nails at the ends of her long, slender fingers, both terrifying and captivating.

A black dot appeared in the palm of his hand, rapidly expanding by absorbing light, and in the blink of an eye, it grew into a jet-black sphere comparable in size to a human head.

The core darkness was like a lightless abyss, yet it was covered by a layer of glowing blackish-purple shell, surrounded by several unformed black dots, like a dark star.

“It’s necessary. Your Dark Orb is nothing more than an unrefined mass of mana. Guess what kind of enemy would love such a concentrated amount of gloomy energy? That’s right, demons that feed on negative emotions. If a demon is attracted to you, and you keep throwing the orb at it, I don’t need to elaborate on the consequences, do I?”

Syndra stared silently at the orb in her hand. Throwing negative energy at a demon was like throwing good money after bad; it would only make the demon grow stronger.

“Plasticity…” she pondered seriously.

Indeed, she still lacks combat experience. Relying on her powerful magic, she deals with things carelessly. Sooner or later, she will suffer because of this attitude. The Wild Hunt's foresight is reasonable.

Syndra tried to tear the orb into other shapes, but noticed that its own gravity was resisting her control, and the pull between the two caused the orb to grow constantly extending and retracting spikes.

This discovery made her lips curl into a smile, as if she had found something interesting. She closed her eyes and clenched her fists, and the orb instantly imploded, extending several jet-black tentacles.

Wherever the tentacles went, the dense fog quickly spread and enveloped the floating island, creating an opaque, pitch-black shield out of thin air.

Although Syndra was still struggling with the ball, Wild Hunt immediately encouraged her and gave her plenty of positive feedback.

"That's right. Drag the enemy into your dark domain, and then the blindfold will come in handy. While the enemy is still at a loss because of being blind, you have already used your powerful mental strength to manipulate them."

"Hmph, what's so difficult about that?"

As expected, Syndra couldn't contain her smugness after hearing this, and after being tricked by the Wild Hunt, she made even more unrestrained and daring attempts.

However, her actions caused great panic among the people along the way. When they looked up, they saw that the sky had been dyed black, which was impenetrable to light. This was a terrifying omen that had never appeared in thousands of years. Everyone who saw it ran around in fear, shouting foolish things like "the end of the world is coming."

Syndra had no idea how much panic her ordinary practice had caused the foolish and ignorant Ionians. All she knew was that, as a reward, she should open the jar of fine wine she had brought from the Vary Inn and have a taste.

"Won't I get an upset stomach again if I drink now?" Syndra made a point of checking with Wild Hunt before drinking, it seemed she was genuinely worried.

"No, why would I lie to you?"

"Haven't you lied to me enough?" Syndra rolled her eyes, flicked her fingers, and a mouthful of sake flew out of the jar, which she then put into her mouth.

"You don't even know how strong it is, yet you dare to drink so much? If I don't help you sober up, and you get drunk and do something outrageous, don't blame me for not warning you."

Sindra didn't answer. The aroma of the wine was rich with cocoa and plum notes, leaving a lingering aftertaste that made it easier for people to open up.

"What would you do to me if I got drunk?"

"How about holding onto a drunkard's legs and letting him pee high in the air?" Wild Hunt casually teased her, and Syndra seemed to unleash a torrent of attacks on Wild Hunt.

"You scoundrel! You despicable wretch! Your brain is full of nothing but lewd garbage!"

"You're too soft. The way you scold me sounds like you're being affectionate."

"*******"

"You should try it too. It's my first time drinking alcohol, so I don't know if it's any good."

Despite the scolding, Syndra eventually turned the wine jar around and shared it with Wild Hunt. Like a spoiled wife who, after a quarrel, still has to obediently cook for her husband in the end.

"Aren't you going to scold me anymore?"

"Insulting you will only make you feel good, and I'm so tired of talking about it, I'm too lazy to say it anymore."

"Then pour some wine on yourself, and I'll be able to taste it."

This statement sent a chill down Syndra's spine. If the Wild Hunt could taste flavors simply by using his armor, didn't that mean any part of his armor could function as his tongue? And that he could taste every corner of her body? Wouldn't wiping her mouth with her arm be practically like kissing?

Syndra felt cursed by knowledge; she was almost unable to see the Wild Hunt's existence anymore. A blush inexplicably rose to her cheeks; she wished she hadn't known any of this.

"What are you spacing out for? Are you starting to feel the effects of the alcohol?"

Urged on by the Wild Hunt, Syndra gritted her teeth and dripped some wine onto her chest. As her armor absorbed the wine, her heart died completely.

"For a homemade wine, this plum wine is quite good," Wild Hunt commented.

"Hehe, is that so?"

Syndra remained silent, only drowning her sorrows in alcohol, trying to forget this damned memory.

Soon, she drank herself into oblivion, lying drunk on the stone steps, unconscious.

Faced with such an opportunity, Wild Hunt did not make a move, but instead gently placed her back on the stone bed with his demonic claws.

He's taken advantage of people in their vulnerable moments many times, but Syndra is different from other bad women. Her background isn't complicated, and she's relatively simple-minded, but she's prone to extremes.

For this type of woman, redemption is often more effective than complete depravity.

Even if redemption is more difficult than corruption, given Syndra's abilities, it is entirely worthwhile for the Wild Hunt to invest more effort in her, just as they did in nurturing Kai'Sa.

If nothing unexpected happens, she and Kai'Sa will stand as opposing forces in the Wild Hunt, one good and one evil, so he's not in a hurry.

Rather than escalating the conflict here, it's better to let her take the final step on her own later. Mei, you Lin didn't think about it, Lin is here, not here...

Chapter 469 Presidium

The floating island flew eastward, gradually penetrating deeper into the heart of Ionia. Upon reaching the eastern part of Navori province, a sudden burst of chanting broke the peaceful, sunny weather of Syndra.

"Syndra! Retreat immediately! Do not approach Presidium!"

At that time, Syndra was still controlling the floating island when thousands of voices suddenly appeared and spoke in unison, overwhelming her ears as if the soul of Ionia was personally warning her. This shocked her so much that she almost fell to the ground.

"Why can't I go? You won't let me go, but I'll go anyway!" Syndra straightened her body, holding her head, gritting her teeth, a strong resentment welling up from the depths of her heart.

Her century-long slumber was entirely due to the Soul of Ionia; warnings would only provoke her rebellious streak. She was simply passing through Presidium with no other intentions, but now, wouldn't it be a waste of her trip if she didn't cause some trouble?

The voice fell silent, then after a while it was replaced by a gentle female voice: "Everyone deserves to be saved, Syndra. If you insist on coming, then come. You are blinded by anger, and I will guide you to see yourself clearly and soothe the pain in your heart."

"Fine, you just wait and see how you're going to quell my anger." Syndra chuckled coldly, rubbing her hands together in anticipation.

After the voice disappeared, Wild Hunt said, "The person who was talking to you just now seemed to be Karma the Enlightened One."

“I know, she is the embodiment of the Soul of Ionia,” Syndra said, revealing the reason for her anger.

Karma, the Holy Master of the Temple of the Enduring, is the mortal embodiment of the soul of an ancient Ionian, serving as a beacon in the spiritual realm and guiding generations to come.

Karma is a title. No matter what your name was before, once you become a new vessel for an ancient soul, you will be called Karma.

The moment she is chosen, memories from countless past lives flood into the new vessel, which is why Karma can hear the voices of thousands of her past incarnations.

These voices all call upon ancient wisdom, consistently advocating peace and harmony, and teaching people that evil deeds will be punished and should not be heeded.

“You may not know this, but this year’s Karma is a bit different,” Wild Hunt said.

"what?"

"She is the only Karma who supports Ionia's counterattack. While other voices are urging her to stay in the Temple of Eternity, follow the path of inaction, and let the conflict subside on its own, she defies the majority and destroys a Noxian warship with her first move. Given the destructive power she has shown so far, you may not necessarily have the upper hand in fighting her."

"Hmph, unlike other spineless cowards, she still has some backbone. But as long as she is the embodiment of the Soul of Ionia, I will never forgive her!"

Syndra has made up her mind to meet with the other party and demand an explanation for the grievances she has suffered over the years.

The floating island continues eastward, entering Presidium in Navoli.

Presidium, located in the heart of this land, is one of the most sacred places in Ionia. Many travel great distances to study at its prestigious academy or meditate in its flourishing, untamed magical gardens. Undoubtedly, this is why it became a coveted target for Noxus's invasion…

Karma, the spiritual representative of Ionia, trained in the Hall of Eternity at Presidium. It was also at Presidium that Irelia, the leader of the resistance, fought her final battle, severing the arm of Noxian general Swain and defeating the invaders.

Syndra had never been to this place before. She looked down from the sky with great interest at the place she might destroy. The more beautiful something is, the more cruel it is to destroy.

As the cultural center of Ionia, Presidium has a rather unique character.

The Wild Hunt saw many towering ridges nestled in the fluorescent mountain mist, stretching endlessly like a city wall. These ridges were flanked by steep cliffs, with narrow forest paths above them. The stone steps were lined with trees, their dense foliage forming an arched canopy overhead.

This natural terrain is clearly easy to defend and difficult to attack. As long as you occupy the ridge, you can safely launch attacks on the enemy below from the high ground. Or, if you occupy the forest path, you can also make it an impregnable fortress. No wonder Noxus couldn't conquer Presidium for a long time.

The Wild Hunt also saw towering arches connecting the mountain ridges, arches that defied all architectural logic, resembling a series of elongated tuning forks stuck into the ground. A rectangular slab of bluestone hung from the center of each arch. At first, the Wild Hunt didn't know its purpose, but as the floating island approached the slab and felt Syndra's magic slowly flatten it, allowing it to connect and form a stone bridge, the Wild Hunt understood its function.

"Even the pilgrimage has its hurdles," Wild Hunt remarked. This stone bridge was no easy feat. Not only was it narrow, but it also lacked railings on either side, making walking on it feel like floating on clouds. Those whose pilgrimage was not steadfast would only be deterred by its weight.

"I'm not here on a pilgrimage, I'm here to challenge them." Syndra scoffed at this, the floating island sweeping over the archway and resolutely drifting towards the end of the road.

She had a premonition that the Palace of Eternity was just ahead. (The last two lines are a series of seemingly random characters and do not translate directly.)

A stream flows gently from the high mountain, cascading down the broken cliff into a river. Even before one arrives, one can hear the chanting of Buddhist hymns emanating from the main hall, which continues for a long time.

Before the magnificent temple gates, Syndra found that Karma had been waiting for a long time with a group of monks.

This generation's Karma is still young, but the wisdom she has inherited is over ten thousand years old. She wears a high-slit robe, a jade headdress, and her eyes are deep, as if they can see into the heart's sorrow. Behind her, a halo forms a jade dragon with its tail, which everyone knows is the symbol of Ionia.

"What's the use of chanting scriptures and mantras every day? It's just noise!" Syndra flew angrily toward the monastery built against the mountain, the shadow of the floating island looming menacingly over this peaceful place.

Facing the gaze of so many people, she showed no sign of stage fright, making no attempt to conceal the malice in her heart. Her immense magical power radiated outwards, pointing directly at Karma in front of her: "Holy Master! I have a question!"

“Ask away.” Syndra came on strong, but Karma remained calm and collected.

"I have never harmed anyone without cause, so why have I been sealed away for hundreds of years? Does being exceptionally talented mean I have to be treated unfairly? Ionia believes in the way of harmony, but the tyranny that has befallen me is anything but fair!" Syndra's voice was distorted with resentment, and dark orbs formed from hatred appeared around her.

But Karma's words left Syndra speechless.

"If this land wants you dead, why does it still sustain you?"

Chapter 470 Reincarnation of Karma

“I am sorry for what happened to you, but there is no doubt about the disaster you caused to Philo Island. Your power was so strong and dark that the first reaction of people at that time when they saw this power was to suppress it, but even so, no one wanted to kill you. Power that is not used is meaningless. Cornigan did not guide you to master your power, but instead suppressed it. He only paid attention to the superficial balance, but not the spiritual balance.”

Karma realized that each of the Darkest Orbs contained Syndra's pain and hatred, and she was surprised that one person could generate so much negative emotion.

But she soon realized that what was increasing in Syndra's body was not only magic, but also the negative emotions in her heart. These emotions would be amplified tenfold or a hundredfold after she was hurt, and if left unchecked, they would accumulate into a sea.

Therefore, it is especially important to address the emptiness in Syndra's heart.

"The Soul of Ionia doesn't really owe you anything. During its century-long slumber, it gradually soothed the hatred in your heart. Moreover, it only acted after you destroyed Philo Island first. It should be said that your grudges with this land are now settled. Times have changed. Ionia no longer blindly pursues balance. It's a pity you were born in the wrong era. If you had been born a hundred years later, I would have adopted a more enlightened approach to guide you into a state of peace."

"Because I was born in the wrong era, I deserve to be deceived? I'm in this predicament because I brought it all on myself? You're trying to absolve yourself of all responsibility." Syndra squeezed out the words through gritted teeth, as if she had suffered a great injustice.

"Don't let hatred control you. There's nothing wrong with fighting back; the mistake lies in excessive self-defense that drags innocent people into it. Should Philo Island bear the brunt of your anger?"

"I don't care about anything else, I just want to settle my score!"