Void Beetle Evolution Guide

"..." Wild Hunt thought carefully about Evelyn's role.

Unfortunately, demons don't have true physical bodies and cannot serve as hosts for the Void Armor. Therefore, she can only be used as an object.

The simplest way is to treat her as a sex slave, taking advantage of her whenever he feels like it, enjoying a different experience. He's not afraid of being stabbed, there's no risk of being killed in retaliation, and she can't inflict pain on him.

However, this method brings no benefit whatsoever; it's merely a form of sexual gratification. He has so many concubines to choose from, and he doesn't necessarily have to favor this demon.

Moreover, to be honest, he actually looked down on Evelyn, a woman who used her beauty to lure her prey. It was obvious her body was impure; even if demons were formless and asexual, her spirit was tainted.

However, it cannot be denied that demonic power is indeed very useful. Swain is a living example; it was only after obtaining demonic power that he became the Grand Master of Noxus.

Wild Hunt thought for a moment, perhaps he could divide Evelyn's six roots and use them to enhance Ahri and Elise's charm magic? But using them like that seemed a bit extravagant.

Suddenly, an idea struck him, and he thought of Kai'Sa, who was still under the spell of the runes.

Perhaps he could use Evelynn as a potent remedy, fighting fire with fire, to dilute the runes' effect on Kai'Sa?

This method is somewhat dangerous because Kai'Sa is currently without the protection of her skin armor, and could easily become a host for the demon if she is not careful.

But if handled properly, it might actually change her mind.

Chapter 489 Evelyn Imprisoned

Elise always carried out the Wild Hunt's orders immediately.

She made her way through a secret passage at the bottom of the lair to the underground vault, and with her intimate knowledge of the containment catalog, she quickly found what the Wild Hunt wanted—a ring.

The ring had a simple, antique design, set with a ruby ​​the size of a pigeon's egg, appearing unassuming. But when the Wild Hunt had Syndra seal Evelyn into the ring, a black aura was injected into the ruby, residing in the center and forming an appearance resembling a blood-red vertical pupil.

Evelyn struggled frantically inside, manifesting as flickering black energy, as if her pupils were trembling violently. Her entire ruby ​​eye seemed to come alive; one might mistake the ring for a Darkin weapon.

Wild Hunt tossed the ring into the hive space, and Syndra suddenly said she was tired and wanted to find a place to rest.

So the Wild Hunt led her to their previous temporary residence, where he found that Kasha had kept it very clean, with the blankets neatly laid out and no clutter in sight.

Syndra didn't care whose bed it was and just lay down. The bed was very soft, compared to a stone bed or the claws of a demon, but that did little to alleviate the gloom in her heart caused by the defeat in battle.

She could defeat a formidable opponent like Karma, yet she was helpless against a mid-level demon; it was truly frustrating. All she wanted now was a good night's sleep; perhaps she could forget all her troubles when she woke up. Mei, are you free, Yong? Lin, are you free?

Not long after, Kasha returned, having spent some time in the library with Talia and then taken a walk outside.

Seeing Syndra occupying her bed, Kai'Sa frowned, said nothing, and went to take a shower first.

After a while, she sat down by the bed and looked at Syndra, who seemed hesitant to speak.

She wasn't too bothered that Syndra was taking up her bed; she could easily sleep in another room. She just had something she wanted to say to the Wild Hunt, but without her armor, she couldn't speak directly to him, and the Wild Hunt wasn't in his original ethereal form anymore. The only way for them to communicate was through someone else.

After hesitating for a moment, Kai'Sa finally mustered up her courage and said, "Syndra, I have something I want to say to Wild Hunt."

"I'm tired. Let's talk about it tomorrow," Syndra replied, her back to Kai'Sa, without moving or looking up.

At that moment, Kasha felt uneasy, and a sense of unease welled up inside her.

Is it really that difficult for her to just talk to the Wild Hunt?

I remember before, he would listen to even the whispers on her lips, and he could understand her feelings without her saying anything. But now... it's so quiet, I'm not used to it.

Kai'Sa ultimately didn't have the courage to shake Syndra up. What she really wanted to talk about was what happened in the library. She had no objection to Wild Hunt's choice, but she was a little bothered by Wild Hunt's decision to have Syndra represent him.

Regardless of whether it was good or bad, those words should have been spoken by her, but Syndra's sudden appearance made her feel a sense of crisis, as if her position was being gradually replaced... She was suddenly very worried that she would be marginalized step by step until she could no longer occupy a place in the Wild Hunt's heart.

Did she do something wrong?

Just as Kasha was confused, a sudden surge of emotion made her reaffirm her belief—she should not be anyone's appendage, and she should boldly do what she wanted to do!

Although she was just a mortal without the Void Armor, continuing to depend on the Wild Hunt would prevent her from ever growing. Even many of her thoughts would be swayed by him, and she would never be able to have her own opinions.

Suddenly, Kasha froze. She held her forehead, utterly bewildered. Why had her thoughts changed so drastically in such a short time? It was as if two personalities were constantly pulling at each other within her.

She fell into a deep state of self-destruction, quickly becoming mentally exhausted and somewhat delirious, collapsing onto the bed. It was her own bed; if anyone was going to roll around, it would be Sindra.

……

In the void, everything around was immersed in an abyss of purple energy, with no overview of time, filled with a deathly stillness that life had never visited.

Within it was only a single spherical structure, extending rootless fibrous synapses that disappeared into the surrounding nothingness.

This place is the hive of the Wild Hunt. Inside the spherical structure is a perforated fungal carpet woven from disordered black synapses.

The ring that sealed Evelyn lay on the fungal carpet, piled up with a bunch of miscellaneous items.

Evelyn never calmed down; at this moment, the ring was flashing red light frequently, and the ring itself was trembling uncontrollably.

Wild Hunt picked up the ring; within the insect hive, he could manifest without restriction. He rubbed the pigeon blood ruby, releasing the demon within.

It could be said that he was the god of this place, and the entire space was under his control. Evelyn couldn't make a ripple in the insect swarm.

Flesh synapses grew from the blood-covered fungal carpet, forming a chitinous throne that supported the Wild Hunt. His will within the hive transformed into the humanoid form most favored by demons, looking down condescendingly at the somewhat bewildered demons before him.

"Evelyn, what do you want to say?" Wild Hunt's voice was absorbed into the countless passages around him and then returned, echoing in layers of space.

Evelyn was still blankly observing her surroundings when she heard the sound. She immediately turned around and looked at the man in front of her, who was sitting with his legs crossed and one hand supporting his head.

Strangely, she couldn't sense the other person's presence. She couldn't detect any emotional fluctuations in them, as if they were just a mannequin with a human appearance.

"Who are you?" Evelyn became alert, extending her sharp nails, the whip rope twitching behind her.

“I can be your master, your jailer, or your butcher… What I am depends on your choice.”

Evelyn's smile vanished, replaced by a grave expression. None of these identities were benevolent; their exploitative intent was blatantly obvious.

For a fleeting moment, the demon wanted to suddenly attack and kill the man before him.

But when she saw the enormous fish head emerging from the fleshy pipes above her, its countless malevolent eyes shining a blinding purple light upon her, she instantly dismissed the idea. The man before her was someone she couldn't possibly contend with.

Evelyn wanted to escape, but didn't know where to go. Unknown energy flowed through the endless void, seemingly capable of obliterating anything with the slightest touch. She didn't know where the passages led; perhaps she'd be swallowed and absorbed by suddenly writhing flesh walls the moment she entered.

It seemed that only this spherical space was safe, and that man was her only way out of this prison.

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Chapter 490 The Devil's New Master

“Then, you are my new master.” Evelyn quickly accepted the reality, put one hand on her hip, and swayed her wasp waist and pert buttocks as she walked towards the Wild Hunt.

The word "dignity" doesn't exist in a demon's dictionary. Facing a powerful enemy, feigning submission for a time is not shameful. Even she herself had subdued many low-level demons, so it was perfectly normal for her to be subdued by an even more powerful being.

However, given the chance, she would betray them without hesitation, just like those lowly demons who abandoned her.

Evelyn, with a fawning smile on her face, saw that Wild Hunt didn't react to her approach, so she boldly straddled his lap.

She first placed her hand below her breasts and weighed it, letting the alluring weapon completely fill the Wild Hunt's field of vision. Seeing the Wild Hunt's gaze jump around with her movements, she then placed her hand on the Wild Hunt's chest and began to restlessly caress it.

Evelyn frowned slightly. The touch was almost indistinguishable from a human's, but she couldn't feel a heartbeat from the chest. The other person didn't have a heart, which was why she dared to be so close. (The last two lines appear to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated text.)

Based on the information gathered, Evelyn decisively abandoned her plan to launch a sneak attack. Even if she were to plunge her claws into Wild Hunt's chest now, she wouldn't be able to bear the sight of blood flowing out.

"Master, what would you like Evelyn to do for you?"

Evelyn's red lips exhaled a sweet breath, her gloved arms encircling the Wild Hunt's neck. A pair of whip cords wrapped around their sides, the gleaming hooks painting their skin an alluring pale pink. The layer of dark shadow on her chest, flowing like oil paint, seemed to suddenly lose its stickiness, dripping down to reveal the high, firm breasts beneath, laid bare before the Wild Hunt's eyes.

To blend perfectly into the night, her skin in her half-demon form is a dull purple, which matches the equally dark purple of the Wild Hunt. Therefore, compared to the other fair-skinned familiars, Evelyn's two secrets appear darker and more alluring.

The flowing shadows dripped onto Wild Hunt's erect penis, enveloping it like lubricant, making it even more masculine and smooth. Evelyn eagerly moved her hips to rub against it, only to find the tip of the spear pressed directly against her shallow navel, and she immediately showed an expression of great surprise.

Evelyn couldn't help but look up a few more times. The way the whale's head was tucked into the pipe looked like a male genital organ retracted into the foreskin.

"Master, your thing is quite large," Evelyn teased, without a trace of shyness on her face. The writhing shadows had already glued the little Wild Hunt to her lower abdomen, gently rubbing against her with the rise and fall of her belly, an extremely erotic scene.

Evelyn's initiative sparked a crazy idea in the Wild Hunt.

The insect hive space was not supposed to contain any life forms other than void creatures, because they would all be killed by the spatial folding, but he managed to bring Evelyn in through the demon ring.

This means he can do whatever he wants to her here anytime, anywhere, without having to make sure no one else is around before he shows himself, unlike outside. He can do whatever he wants without caring about other people's opinions... Actually, he still has to care a little, because his kin can also check the situation in the hive anytime, anywhere, and witness the fierce battles taking place inside.

But that's nothing. They're all family anyway, so what if they see? Being exposed to their gaze, and the thrill of voyeurism, might even excite them more.

Overall, this demon has become somewhat more useful. Both the Wild Hunt and Evelyn are tireless, and he'd really like to see who would fall first in a fight against the demon.

“Evelyn, I am not like those righteous people who only want to seal you away forever. I do not shy away from using demonic power. If you do well, you can be rewarded by me. Otherwise, there will only be punishment.”

Wild Hunt reached out and slapped her shapely buttocks, sending a ripple of flesh through her. Then he grabbed the whip rope that extended from below her shoulder blades. The rope was wrapped in shadows, as if soaked in paint, so slippery that it could only be held by gripping it tightly.

Evelyn immediately let out a seductive moan, which was on her sensitive spot.

She had no idea what the Wild Hunt was thinking. Her senses, which she relied on for survival, couldn't detect any emotional fluctuations from him; she could only try to decipher his words and actions. She couldn't sense the Wild Hunt's desires, but his aggression undoubtedly reassured her, so she went along with what he was saying.

"I don't ask for much, I just want to fill my stomach here with my master." As she spoke, her sharp little hand slid down along the Hunter's abdominal muscles, gently climbing up the gun tip and rotating it with her five fingers together, her words carrying a hidden meaning.

"Heh, the appetite of a demon is insatiable. To fill your belly, the price I have to pay will far exceed the value you can bring." Wild Hunt remained unmoved, staring into her golden eyes, which were made particularly clear by her burning white hair and jet-black eyeshadow.

“Then you can let me go out and find food on my own, so you won’t have to trouble yourself,” Evelyn said after a moment’s thought.

"Don't think I don't know what you're up to. You're still useful to me, and I won't let you get away easily."

“But people still need to eat, otherwise their strength will weaken and they won’t be able to help their master.” Evelyn blinked and made a suggestion: “In my opinion, the witch I fought was quite good. She has a source of pain within her. Just letting me drink a sip would be better than me capturing a few people.”

"..." The Wild Hunt fell into thought.

Syndra's dark magic is filled with gloomy energy; this is not her intention, but something she was born with. Her past wasn't particularly tragic, but she developed a strong hatred for those who bullied her, a result of the magic's influence.

The Wild Hunt never imagined that Evelyn could be fed in such a way. With Syndra's terrifying magical reserves, she could probably feed all the demons that feed on pain and rage, except for the Ten Evil Lords.

He had originally intended to give Evelyn a change of pace, since he didn't have much pain to offer; all he could give her was the pleasure of lovemaking. He planned to pull Evelyn out and join his retinue while he was being intimate with his companions, just to have some of the leftovers.

But if demons could change their tastes so easily, they would have already ruled Runeterra. Evelyn's suggestion did indeed solve the problem very well.

“I will try to persuade her, if she is willing,” Wild Hunt replied.

“But I need it now! I haven’t eaten for days since I came to this city.” Evelyn hugged Wild Hunt and shook it, completely forgetting the appetizer she had before finding Syndra.

After all, who remembers how many slices of bread they've eaten?

"Syndra is in a bad mood and wants to go to bed early. I don't want to upset her. You should just bear with it for now."

"Don't look for her tonight. I can already smell the pain and jealousy in someone else."

Wild Hunt intended to attack Evelynn, but her words startled him, and he realized she was referring to Kai'Sa, who was lying in the same bed as Syndra.

Kai'Sa... was she suffering because she was jealous of Syndra?

Chapter 491 Punishing the Demon

When Kaisa was still wearing her armor, the Wild Hunt could sense whether she was happy or sad by monitoring her hormone levels, but even then, he couldn't pinpoint her emotional category as accurately as Evelyn could.

The demon's innate ability reminded him that perhaps he didn't need Evelyn to reside in Kai'Sa's body. He only needed to design some scenarios to evoke stronger emotions in Kai'Sa to try and break free from the bewitching influence of the World Rune.

Jealousy... pain... perhaps he could start by exploiting Kai'Sa's possessiveness.

Kasha has always been very possessive. Even when she compromises, she has almost never given other women a kind look, except for Talia, who doesn't compete with her for men.

"Evelyn, you've reminded me. Don't worry, I'll persuade Syndra for your sake." Wild Hunt smiled; he already had a plan.

"No, I want it now."

Evelyn, with a fawning, wicked grin, extended her excessively long tongue and slipped it into Wild Hunt's ear. She writhed and gently licked the fine hairs on the inner wall of the ear canal with her moist tongue, turning it around like an arcane blade.

Wild Hunt didn't let Evelyn continue to toy with him. He grabbed the whip rope, wrapped it around her neck, pulled her off him, and shoved her to the ground.

Evelyn thought she was about to be slapped twice, so she instinctively closed her eyes. But Wild Hunt just grabbed her by the neck, sat on her stomach, picked up a nutmeg with his fingertips, and lifted it up with a little force.

She looked at her nipples, which had turned into cone shapes, and stared at the Wild Hunt with some confusion. He then took out two nails and pierced each of her nutmegs.

"Hiss... So Master likes this kind of play?" After a moment of stinging, Evelyn cupped her breasts, looked at the strawberry jam dripping from the round jelly, and gave Wild Hunt a flirtatious look.

"No, the purpose of this nail is to keep this part of you constantly sensitive and erect, so it's convenient for me to come back and fuck you anytime. Also, you're not allowed to wear anything here, your body is completely exposed! Let others see your filthy appearance!" (The rest of the text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the previous sentences.)

Wild Hunt tightened his grip on Evelyn's neck, as if he would strangle her if she disagreed. Evelyn immediately showed a pained expression and nodded repeatedly in agreement.

"Wait here for me to come back," Wild Hunt said, then disappeared into the insect hive.

Wild Hunt felt it was best not to give demons too much of a friendly welcome at first; these guys were the type to take advantage of anyone, so he had to teach them a lesson first.

This was hardly torture for demons, who could change form at will, and the nails could be removed from Evelyn's body whenever she wanted.

He did this simply to test Evelyn's level of self-control. To maintain this state, the demon would have to rely on its self-control to remain unchanged throughout.

"Finally gone! Damn it, he didn't even give me a bite to eat in the end, all he did was make empty promises!" Watching Wild Hunt disappear into thin air, Evelyn got up from where she stood and searched her surroundings for Wild Hunt's figure until she was sure he was really gone.

The whip cord was loosened from her neck. Evelyn ignored the marks left on it, looked down at her abnormally swollen nipples that could hold the rings, hesitated for a moment, and then let the two culprits remain there.

"He didn't put me into the ring, so I can take this opportunity to do something." Evelyn was already thinking about how to cause trouble as soon as the Wild Hunt left.

She picked up the demon ring, naked from the waist down, thinking she would tamper with it so she could escape when the Wild Hunt took it out of here next time.

However, just as her fingertips were about to touch the ring, a layer of purple light suddenly appeared on it, repelling her claws.

Unconvinced, Evelyn tried several more times, only to discover in despair that not only the ring, but everything in the insect hive was protected by the same invisible light membrane, preventing her from touching it.