Void Beetle Evolution Guide

Talia knew Azir's answer. "I think he must be regretting it right now, right?"

"Perhaps. If he hadn't chosen to go down that path to the end, there would always have been a place for him by my side."

“Your Majesty…” Talia thought for a moment, then said earnestly, “I must eventually return to my people and cannot become your priestess. But if Shurima needs me, Talia will definitely come to help.”

"Okay, it's enough that you have the intention."

...Where is Mei? Where are you? Where is Lin? Where is she ...

Syndra went outside the library alone. The sun disk in the city sky no longer shone brightly at night, and she could finally enjoy the bright moon and stars in Shurima.

Finally, the damn Wild Hunt stopped its incessant chatter, and Syndra felt a sense of peace and quiet as she listened to the cicadas chirping in the wind.

She wasn't angry and had a sour face all day, okay? It's just that Wild Hunt used to stick to her like a leech, impossible to shake off, and liked to provoke her.

Now that Kai'Sa and Talia are around, the Wild Hunt can focus on other things, and she finally has some private space.

Syndra gazed at the night sky, her peripheral vision catching a glimpse of light. Turning her head, she saw a tavern located in the outer city.

Under the same night sky, the tavern was bustling with activity. Not only the street in front of the tavern, but even the rooftop was full of people enjoying alcohol and the open-air night breeze, which was also filled with the moisture from the moat, making it exceptionally cool.

Amidst the clinking of glasses, they loudly sang praises of the Eagle Father's kindness, which allowed them to find a shady oasis in the scorching desert.

"They really know how to enjoy life." Syndra thought to herself and immediately flew across the moat toward the tavern.

She had never been to a tavern before in her entire life. There were very few dedicated taverns in Ionia; most places were teahouses or inns where you could drink.

Since she was in Shurima, she figured she might as well experience the exotic culture. She'd heard that Shurima's desert mead was famous, and it seemed like Kai'Sa had some mead among the gifts she'd received.

Unbeknownst to Syndra, she was being watched by a pair of vertical pupils lurking in the shadows.

Chapter 484 The Demon Appears

Evelyn crept through the bustling streets, her shadow blending seamlessly with the night.

The darkness was her veil; her eyes gleamed faintly in the shadows, but only the most discerning could see them.

She scrutinized the pedestrians chatting on the street with a keen eye. Her pupils, extremely sensitive to light and shadow, narrowed into dangerous slits under the lamplight, but the pedestrians being scrutinized by the demon remained completely unaware. (The last two lines appear to be random characters and are not translated.)

Evelyn hadn't eaten for days in order to get to this city that rises from the sand.

Hunger drove her to a desperate act, and she spotted a scavenger lying in a ditch, who was dangling a cheap-looking bottle of liquor.

Normally, she wouldn't even glance at someone who looks like that.

She found herself desperately considering just grabbing a quick meal, even if it was only for a short while. It would be incredibly easy; she simply needed to lead him into any alleyway, away from the streetlights.

But she eventually dismissed the idea because she saw a cockroach scurrying across the drunkard's filthy cheek, which was so disgusting that she could hardly swallow it.

Moreover, this person was already completely drunk, numb all over, and his senses were numbed by alcohol. Even if his interest were aroused, he would be confused and sluggish.

She loved seeing her prey's impatient expression before things got really ugly, but there was no hope with him. She might even have to peel the skin off his entire arm to make him scream.

The pain she craved most was being pushed into the abyss just before reaching the peak of ecstasy, but the man before her showed no reaction, so there was no interest and no reversal of intense pain.

This is a serious problem.

Through countless experiences of feeding, Evelyn knew her tastes intimately: she preferred—or rather, she needed—that her prey feel every prick, every bite, every bit of flesh torn away by her claws. This creature, dull and unresponsive, wasn't worth her time.

Evelyn continued to sneak around, and this time she encountered a fat woman.

The plump woman, burping, was wolfing down a chicken leg. A suppressed anger simmered within her, channeling her grief and resentment into her appetite.

For a fleeting moment, Evelyn also considered this woman. Perhaps she could become a gentleman, profess her love to the woman, throw herself into her arms, and then send her into an unspeakable hell.

But she eventually gave up; a woman's repression would ruin the eating experience, and the extra fat would reduce the level of pain.

Others have already inflicted pain on women, but Evelyn enjoys the pain she inflicts herself.

She then encountered all sorts of beggars, drunkards, and prostitutes, but none of them could arouse her interest.

Hurting these people is like picking withered petals; the decaying branches and leaves no longer bring pain. She prefers to choose tall, strong daisies for herself, because only such flowers bring the greatest satisfaction when picked.

Just then, she saw a stunningly beautiful woman float through the air and land directly in front of a tavern.

She was young and impetuous, dismissing any men who tried to flirt with her. She seemed confident and carefree, making people want to destroy her and create a beautiful tragedy for them.

She possessed so much dark magic, and she had so much sweet pain to offer. Evelyn desperately wanted such a potent tonic.

She's got her eye on her; she'll turn her into a feast.

Evelyn emerged from the shadows, revealing herself to be a stunningly beautiful woman with a captivating figure.

The dark, ethereal limbs gradually transformed into warm flesh, and the demonic whip rope on her back disappeared, revealing a woman's form with exquisite curves that no one could resist.

She was thinly dressed, but her hot and exposed body was enough to suffocate even the coldness of the night, and could melt even the coldest heart, like a moth drawn to a flame, rushing towards its own destruction.

She came to the tavern window, where light and darkness met, their interplay seamless. She stepped into the shadows, yet craned her way to the light.

She had decided to start with an appetizer before the main course. Those lured here by her would at least be conscious, unlike the completely drunkard she had encountered before, who, no matter how much she teased him, elicited no response and left her with no appetite.

Evelyn saw a customer outside the window muster up the courage to approach Syndra, who had come alone. It certainly took considerable courage to strike up a conversation with a woman as assertive as her. Although he was plain-looking, Evelyn admired his courage.

The man approached Syndra under the pretext of offering her a drink, and passionately introduced a wine that would suit her perfectly. However, he was deterred by a sharp look from her, who was relentlessly persistent, and he retreated dejectedly.

He returned to his seat somewhat dejectedly, when suddenly he noticed a breathtakingly beautiful face outside the window, exactly like his dream girl. No, it even surpassed his imagination.

He sat up abruptly, the wine in his hands suddenly lost its taste, the visual impact of the stunning woman overwhelmed all other senses, and his eyes were already reflecting her image.

Evelyn smiled, beckoned to him with a finger, and then disappeared into the shadows outside the window. Even when she wasn't entirely satisfied, she would maintain a fake, charming smile.

What a stroke of luck! The man generously placed a silver coin on the bar, a token of his good mood for Syndra. Then, he tiptoed out the main entrance and followed Evelyn into the shadows.

He moved with extreme care, trying not to disturb the other customers. He wanted to enjoy this beauty all tonight, and he didn't want to share this bliss with anyone else.

Faced with the impatient man, Evelyn didn't rush to create a scene. Even if it's just plain soup, with patient preparation, it will become much more flavorful.

However, given the limitations of available ingredients, these common, readily available ingredients don't need to be cooked with great care.

Simply sprinkle a little salt on the bloody wound to make it salty enough to swallow.

"Do you want to have me?" Evelyn reached out and stopped the impatient man, her sharp nails making a small cut on his throat, from which blood seeped out, but the man was too excited to notice.

“I can’t wait any longer, I want to have you right here.” Under the window at the back of the tavern, in the open-air alley, the man began to loosen his belt, revealing his muscular abs.

Evelyn was somewhat dissatisfied with this, because she had always been the one in control, while this lust-driven man only had the desire to satisfy his needs, like livestock in heat.

She stretched out her fingernails and pretended to accidentally cut a gash in the man's waist, the smell of blood immediately filling the air.

The man finally felt something; he touched his aching waist and looked at Evelyn with a puzzled expression.

But Evelyn dispelled his doubts with just one sentence: "The deeper the wound, the closer we are."

His suffering finally made Evelyn feel alive, and then she realized that he was hopelessly captivated.

She gently stroked her face with her fingertips, caressing his stubble-covered face, while letting out a soft, wanton laugh.

"Come on, it's even better in the dark."

Evelyn's voice was incredibly beautiful, ethereal and otherworldly. She touched the man's chin, and his eyes lit up with lustful desire as he foolishly followed her deeper into the alley.

In the pitch-black corner, demonic horns began to quietly grow from her head, and two barbed whip ropes appeared behind her, binding the man's legs.

The devil was with him, but the man's eyes were blinded by beauty, and he could not escape.

Chapter 485 Embrace of Pain

The faint sounds of a victim being tortured could be heard from the deep, dark alley. The sounds were like the rubbing of hair between two people whispering sweet nothings, or the sound of a rodent gnawing on something hard, sending chills down one's spine and making one's hair stand on end.

Not long after, the sound disappeared. In the darkest corner, a man knelt on the ground, his back to the wall of the dead end, his empty eyes staring at the woman in front of him, black tears streaming down his face.

It was a ghostly figure with a graceful figure and horns on its head. She licked the blood on her claws, and a terrifying smile immediately appeared on her face.

The man before her was under Evelyn's charm spell; he couldn't utter a single cry for help. Only his eyes remained movable, displaying an expression of extreme terror. He had been like this ever since she tore off her mask.

Evelyn gazed into those helpless eyes. The man, though unable to move, could still feel the pain.

She wrapped two whip ropes around the man's back, searching for his sore spots from head to toe, and then plunged them into his body in a slow, agonizing manner. The torture he endured was used to its fullest potential, leaving no stone unturned.

All his pain was reflected in those eyes, but it wasn't enough. This man's pain wasn't sweet enough, like inferior honey, sweet but lacking a natural floral fragrance.

Soon, the man, drained of his life force, became a soulless walking corpse, uttering no sound as the blade sliced ​​through his flesh. (The rest of the text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the previous sentences.)

Unlike the greedy Tam, Evelyn feeds on pain, and her beauty is merely a means for her to lure her prey.

She loved to push her prey into the abyss just before they reached the peak of ecstasy; the extreme pain caused by the enormous drop was the sweetest thing in the world.

Unlike Tam's method of slowly luring people into corruption, her approach can only be used once on her prey.

Because after that, they often become empty shells with mental breakdowns, or even die on the spot.

The appetizers are finished; now it's time for the main course.

……

Syndra emerged from the tavern. The desert mead tasted good, but the atmosphere was unsuitable for her. The noisy chatter and the silent stares both dampened her mood; she wanted to find a quiet place to drink.

"Honey, drinking alone takes away a lot of the fun." Just then, a voice came from the side, trying to strike up a conversation.

Syndra turned around and saw a beautiful woman leaning against the wall, playing with her brightly colored nails, seemingly waiting for someone.

This person was Evelyn. She had been observing Syndra for a while and noticed that Syndra didn't drink often, so she started the conversation by talking about alcohol.

She deliberately transformed into a woman to meet her, and as a woman, she was an absolute beauty that no woman could refuse, so even an overly intimate greeting wouldn't seem abrupt.

"Are you free tonight? Want to grab a few drinks?" Evelyn turned around, her captivating eyes fixed on Syndra, her smile incredibly alluring.

Syndra squinted. Just now, when the other person spoke, it seemed like a warm breeze had touched her eyes, causing her vision to blur for a moment. Although they were talking several meters away, it felt as if they were right next to each other, and the air was filled with a sweet fragrance in addition to the evaporating alcohol.

She channeled her magic and focused her gaze. Suddenly, an invisible demonic mist began to churn before her, and a ghostly purple shadow appeared behind the beautiful woman.

The creature had two horns on its head, sharp teeth and claws, and its exquisitely sculpted body was completely naked. Its skin had the texture of a sculpture in the night, and its curvaceous figure was clearly visible, yet the details of its surface were difficult to discern. It was as if a soap bubble was stuck to it, sliding away as soon as the gaze was placed upon it. The swirling mist flowed slowly along the vital areas like a veil, appearing and disappearing, as if it were leaking through, yet also as if it wasn't.

That body was extremely sensual, captivating Syndra's gaze like a magnet, causing her to subconsciously ignore the horns on its head, the long, pointed ears, the mouth splitting open to its cheeks, and the eyes hidden in the darkness, emitting an eerie purple light, staring straight at her.

Syndra was stunned. She was so captivating that her perfect curves alone could win hearts, making one feel that even a non-human being wouldn't be out of reach.

"So, are you interested?" Evelyn urged, her smile particularly alluring.

“Okay,” Syndra agreed, even though she had already realized that the other party was actually a demon.

Wild Hunt had long ago said that her magic was a great tonic for demons, and now that a demon had just come knocking on her door, she had to test whether it was true or not.

Moreover, she brought her own alcohol and didn't drink the other person's, so theoretically there shouldn't be any problem.

"Let's go this way and find a quiet place so we won't be disturbed."

Syndra nodded and followed the other into the dark alley. It wasn't that she was unguarded, but rather that she believed a little devil wouldn't care if she tripped up.

She wanted to drink, but Evelyn was already impatient. Once inside the alley, Evelyn slowed her pace and turned to face Syndra.

"This part is a bit dark, let me hold your hand."

Evelyn came over and took Syndra's hand without a second thought, but she was no casual person. She immediately used her magic to create an invisible barrier between the two of them, blocking the demons that tried to approach her.

"What do you want? Get out if you're not going to drink." Syndra narrowed her eyes unhappily.

Evelyn brought her sharp nails to her lips and licked them, as if they still tasted of blood. Her eyes, which glowed in the darkness, scrutinized Syndra with great interest.

She found Syndra's attitude amusing. Knowing she was a demon, she still followed her—only a demon hunter would do that. But judging from her demeanor, she didn't seem to see her as prey; she was just telling her to get lost… Did she think humans and demons could coexist peacefully? No, they were born to be prey and prey.

"Why are you being so fierce?" Evelyn said with a smile. "What's the point of drinking? I know something much more interesting than drinking."

“I have no interest in that kind of thing,” Syndra said sternly.

Even if she has a terrible personality, she's still an Ionian, and the values ​​in that region are generally more reserved and traditional. It's impossible for her to do something like sleeping with someone she likes.

"You're still a virgin, right? How will you know if you don't try? I guarantee I'll make you feel amazing!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Evelyn's hand pierced through the barrier and burst into flames, grabbing Syndra's wrist.

Chapter 486 Demon and Witch

She can ignore my magic? After a brief moment of shock, a shockwave exploded outwards from Syndra. Evelyn was the first to be blasted away, and the walls on both sides of the alley collapsed instantly under the impact of the magic.

Even so, it couldn't quell Syndra's anger. That brief touch had already left a burning mark on her arm.

"court death!"

Syndra, enraged, raised her arms and soared into the sky, her immense magical power hurling anything that could be used as a weapon into the air. The walls she had previously shattered were reduced to piles of broken bricks, swirling around her like a black asteroid belt.

Although it was her carelessness that caused the problem, the other party should bear the consequences.

"Looking for death? Heh, how adorable you are."

Evelyn got up from the ground, laughing so hard she was shaking, as if she had heard the biggest joke in the world.

Demons do not have the concept of death; they are the embodiment of negative emotions. As long as human emotions and desires are not extinguished, they can always be resurrected after accumulating enough power. Therefore, the most common method to deal with demons is sealing them away, rather than killing them directly.