Void Beetle Evolution Guide

"Isn't this too radical?" Kasha hesitated after hearing the plan.

She had no objection to Kyle's part; the angel's stance might be good, but her ruthless attitude in enforcing the law was truly hateful.

But Ryze was only there to mediate. Kai'Sa had heard Wild Hunt mention him quite a bit before and knew that Ryze was a very righteous person.

Is it inappropriate to retaliate in this way?

Wild Hunt asked her, "If I want to use runes to fight the Void, but Ryze jumps out and stops me, saying I can't use runes, who do you think is wrong?"

“Neither of them is wrong.” Kai’Sa frowned. While the Void must be destroyed by all means, the forbidden power of the runes should not be violated lightly. She had already experienced the consequences.

“Yes, there aren’t so many right and wrong, just different perspectives. I used to respect Ryze as someone important, but from the moment he wanted to wipe you all out, there was no possibility of reconciliation between us,” Wild Hunt said in an unquestionable tone.

What Ryze dares not do, he will do.

“I understand.” Kasha nodded. “Then how do you plan to use Zolani?”

“I will choose a good host for her,” Wild Hunt said. “Kaisa, Syndra. I’ll go to Demacia to check things out first. You two wait here for me to pick you up.”

Chapter 504 Katarina Reappears

The perspective shifts, and the Wild Hunt targets Katarina in Demacia.

I thought Katarina would be busy plotting to assassinate the king, but instead I saw her sitting alone by the window, drinking wine in a tin can, looking rather bourgeois.

"So she knows how to enjoy herself?" Wild Hunt immediately decided to give this two-faced woman a good beating.

"Katarina, don't you have a mission to complete? How come you have the leisure to drink here?"

Wild Hunt revealed himself in human form. His sudden arrival took Katarina completely by surprise, and her slightly tipsy face was instantly filled with panic.

She quickly put down her wine glass, drew the curtains, then turned her back to the window, pressing the curtains tightly with both hands, and lowered her head, not daring to look into Wild Hunt's eyes.

"Didn't I already give you the armor? Killing the king shouldn't be too difficult for you now, right? Why are you delaying?" Wild Hunt continued to press, reaching out to pinch her chin and lift her head.

The fact that Katarina is still in Demacia tells us that she hasn't made her move yet; otherwise, there would be no reason for a killer to remain at the crime scene after committing murder.

"I..." she stammered, unable to answer. The approaching predator made her instinctively back away until she had nowhere left to retreat, her pert buttocks almost touching the windowsill.

"Looks like I really need to teach you a lesson."

Wild Hunt roughly ripped off her bra, and two full, snow-white breasts sprang out, forming an astonishing shape under the tight leather armor.

Katarina gasped instinctively and quickly covered her pink breasts with her arms, but instead of tucking them back into her bra, she left them exposed to the air, afraid that doing so would only further enrage the Wild Hunt.

Her expression of gritting her teeth and enduring without daring to refuse was really funny, as if she had been frozen in place. The Wild Hunt couldn't help but reach out and pry open the arms she was using to cover herself, but was met with resistance from Katarina.

This was exactly what the Wild Hunt wanted. He immediately picked up Katarina's half-empty glass and splashed it on her face. The shock didn't hurt her brain; Katarina didn't open her eyes for a long time, letting the wine flow down her scarlet hair and finally into her deep cleavage, looking disheveled yet endearing.

Some little rascals are just like that. If you talk to them nicely, they'll hiss and challenge your authority. You have to tease them a bit before they'll behave.

"Kneel down and lick me!"

Wild Hunt roared, his voice so loud that everyone on the street could hear him. Katarina, who was still hiding in the enemy's stronghold and was terrified of being exposed, was startled and her heart jumped into her throat.

"Keep your voice down!"

"If you want me to speak softly, then you'd better do as I say."

Katarina gritted her teeth and slowly knelt down. She gripped Wild Hunt's thigh, bringing her mouth close to the erect dragon. The hot breath filled her nostrils, but she hesitated to take a bite. "Mei, I have Mei, Mei is free, but Lin is here...?"

Wild Hunt was somewhat displeased and lashed Katarina's cheeks with his massive whip, but she endured the humiliation without uttering a sound.

"It's not like we haven't done it before, I don't know what you're being so reserved about."

Katarina didn't refuse, but she also wouldn't take the initiative; she would only obey if someone put a dog leash on her and pulled her along. The Wild Hunt grabbed her cheek and forced her to open her mouth.

Just as he was about to force his penis into her mouth, Katarina finally revealed the reason why she hadn't acted yet.

"I kept putting off the task because I didn't know how to face my father when I got back. He would definitely think I was easy to fool and then give me an impossible task."

She was utterly disappointed. A father who could kill his daughter had broken her heart. She even had a premonition that this father might kill his daughter again because she had accomplished something he himself couldn't do.

“I knew you were agonizing over these things.” Wild Hunt stuck his thumb into Katarina’s mouth, making her look up, and said to her in a slightly gentler tone, “I don’t care about the outcome. Whether Demacia III lives or dies is none of my business. What I care about is that you didn’t answer my question right away.”

So that's what Wild Hunt meant. Katarina had thought he was coming to reprimand her; she had truly misunderstood him. She said, somewhat moved, "I...yes, I'll be more careful next time."

“That’s more like it.” Hearing Wild Hunt say that, Katarina tried to stand up, but he pressed her shoulder down.

"I never said I forgave you," Wild Hunt said coldly. "If you don't want to lick, then let's try another way. Use those two mounds of flesh on your chest to get it out for me."

Katarina paused, then turned her face away, blushing with shame and indignation. "...I can't."

"If you don't know how, then learn." Wild Hunt's tone left no room for negotiation.

Seeing that she couldn't escape, Katarina had no choice but to reluctantly shuffle forward two steps with her knees until the huge penis poked into the soft flesh of her chest, using her body to serve the Wild Hunt.

She removed her gloves and breastplate, and the hard, hot muscles there made her feel almost overwhelmed, her eyes glazed over, and she was completely disoriented.

Wanting to wrap the softness of her chest around that muscular body is much more difficult than kneeling and licking. She has to bend her knees slightly and stand up to completely bury it in her chest. Maintaining this position is as tiring as doing a horse stance.

Even though her already large size became exceptionally imposing under the pressure of her hands, a swollen, red cap still emerged, pointing directly at her face with an incomparably majestic aura.

"Will this be comfortable?" Katarina asked with a look of disgust.

Despite her cheeks turning blood red, she still tried her best to move Snow Peak, rubbing her softest part against Wild Hunt's hardest part in exchange for a little bit of essence from Wild Hunt.

The wine that had been splashed on her face earlier left her chest feeling sticky and uncomfortable, and she was already imagining when it would end.

"With your skills, you wouldn't be able to finish it even by tomorrow," Wild Hunt sneered.

Hearing the answer, Katarina felt both upset and resentful. Was her skill really that bad?

She decided to go all out, taking advantage of her slight intoxication to stick out her tongue and let the overflowing saliva drip down her tongue onto the tip of the gun, then lowered her head and clumsily sucked it with her lips and tongue.

"Tsk tsk tsk, in the end, you still ended up eating it."

"Um..."

Katarina wanted to say something, but in the end she gave up resisting and let Wild Hunt stroke her head.

Her long, scarlet hair fell loosely, warm, tight, and moist, as she was licked and wrapped with a mixture of awkwardness and caution. To end this humiliation as quickly as possible, she was adjusting her movements by observing the Wild Hunt's expression.

Meanwhile, Wild Hunt was also watching her, who was struggling to lift her eyes. He was panting heavily because he had swallowed too much, and a wanton and seductive look was unconsciously appearing on his fierce but exquisite face. He didn't even realize that he was giving her a flirtatious look.

"Yes, that's it." Wild Hunt, sensing her hard work, decided to give her a reward.

"Since you've been working so hard, I'll tell you a way that can solve your problem in the best of both worlds."

Chapter 505 Her Unable to Let Go

“Since you’re still agonizing over this, why don’t you just be straightforward and not go back?” Wild Hunt stroked Katarina’s cheek, his fingertips lightly brushing against her earlobe, making her tilt her head and clamp his hand between her legs.

"What...does that mean..." Katarina stopped what she was doing, opened her mouth, tilted her head back and looked at him with a puzzled expression, drool still dripping from the corner of her mouth.

"You're not allowed to stop talking while I'm speaking." Wild Hunt pressed Katarina's head back down, took a deep breath, and then slowly explained. (The rest of the text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the previous sentences.)

"Katarina, after this mission, sever all ties with your father and don't go back to Noxus."

"Swain wants you to assassinate Demacia III, while your father only wants you to die in his place. Neither of them is worth your allegiance; they don't treat you like a human being, but rather as a pawn to be used and discarded."

"All you have to do is fake your death or disappear after killing Demacia IV. Only in this way can you satisfy both of them at the same time."

"In this way, Swain will temporarily refrain from eliminating your family in recognition of your heroic sacrifice, and you will have repaid your father's kindness in raising you to the fullest extent. From now on, his life and death will have nothing to do with you."

After hearing the advice, Katarina frowned even more deeply, wondering what Wild Hunt's stance was on making such a statement.

I won't go into the part about family conflicts. It's normal that a detached superior like Wild Hunt can't understand the complexities involved. How can such blood ties be so easily severed?

But if she doesn't return to Noxus, wouldn't that be tantamount to automatically relinquishing her position as the first heir? Does the Wild Hunt not value the family fortune and the vast resources of the Assassin Guild?

"What about the Assassin's Guild?" She moved her saliva-covered breasts, trying to soothe the burning heat pressed against her chest.

Wild Hunt shook his head, then smiled: "Swain said he'd hand it over to you, but do you think your father would honestly hand over the organization he's built up over the years? He's not dead yet, and he'll definitely try to sabotage you behind the scenes. This hot potato isn't so easy to handle."

Katarina fell silent, sadly realizing that the Wild Hunt understood her father perfectly, and that he was indeed capable of such a thing.

She wanted to inherit the guild simply to gain her father's approval, but now it seems that no matter what she does, she can't make her father genuinely proud of her.

That left her with only one path: to go back and kill him with her own hands, proving that her skills had surpassed his… but that wasn't the outcome she wanted. If she went back to serve Swain, that would most likely be the result.

"But if I don't go back to Noxus, where else can I go?" Katarina was extremely frustrated, feeling like she had become a stray dog.

"Don't be so rigid. Of course you'll work for me. I'm different from them; I won't treat you unfairly." Wild Hunt smiled as he revealed his true purpose: "I've recently been looking for a Darkin weapon and am looking for someone to receive its power."

Katarina immediately became alert: "Darkin weapons can backfire on their wielders!"

“That’s right, but if you want to stay by my side and work for me, your current strength is far from enough. The enemies I face are far beyond your comprehension.”

Katarina looked troubled. Even though she was the kind of person who liked to push her limits and show off her strength, she now wanted to refuse the Wild Hunt's offer.

But does she dare? Does she have a choice? If she accidentally angers the Wild Hunt, he doesn't know what the other party might do.

Seeing the other person's worry, Wild Hunt added, "Don't worry so much, maybe I have the ability to suppress the Darkin within the weapon."

"maybe?"

"I'm not 100% sure either, but someone has to try it. Great power often comes with risks. Katarina, are you willing to be the first to take the plunge?"

Katarina remained hesitant, and Wild Hunt sighed, "If you don't want it, I won't force you. There are plenty of people willing to give themselves to me; perhaps your sister will accept without hesitation."

"No! I promise you!" Upon hearing Wild Hunt's plan, Katarina immediately changed her mind: "Don't let her do such a thing!"

Wild Hunt chuckled mischievously: "So you're the kind of person who says one thing but means another. You say you hate them, but deep down you still care about this family member."

Katarina gritted her teeth, turned her head away, and remained silent. Her father and mother didn't love her, and even the rulers of the empire doubted her. Her worthless life was not worth cherishing.

"Don't worry, I didn't say that failure would necessarily mean death. Such a delicious beauty, I can't bear to let her die in vain."

Wild Hunt tossed aside Katarina's hair, revealing her exquisite face. Her flushed cheeks and slightly protruding jaw muscles suggested either shyness from being teased or the frustration of being helplessly manipulated.

"If I succeed, does that mean I stole her power? Will Cassiopeia hold a grudge against me for that?" Katarina thought that with her sister's obsequious nature, she would definitely blame her for taking away the reward that belonged to her.

Remembering how she was offered up by her younger sister, Katarina was furious. In her heart, she, as the older sister, was far less important than making her master happy.

"Don't worry, I've prepared another kind of power for your sister," Wild Hunt said. "Speaking of which, I plan to have you two sisters work together for me in the future. How will you thank me?"

"If it's true..."

"Once you finish your current task, I will bring her over. Then you'll know whether it's true or not."

Since Wild Hunt had said so, Katarina felt she should also do something to express her gratitude.

After a moment of internal struggle, she stood up, turned her back to Wild Hunt, and stuck out her buttocks, her waist and hips forming a perfect pear shape under the tight leather pants. As she loosened her belt and slowly pulled down her leather pants, a pair of firm, large peaches popped out, deeply clamping her pitiful triangle between her buttocks.

Katarina bent down and spread her buttocks to welcome the Wild Hunt, wanting to use her hips to soothe his unprecedentedly rising anger.

But to his surprise, Wild Hunt simply hooked her underwear and lifted her up.

Her feet were off the ground, and the meager amount of fabric she wore cut into the seams, shaping the apartment into the form of a camel's toe—a sensation that was both painful and pleasurable.

Katarina gasped in surprise. It was all because the fabric was too sturdy. This shameful position was as unbearable as a hen being grabbed by the wings and lifted up. She couldn't help but feel the urge to pull out a dagger and cut her underwear in half.

"Katarina, you're still too reserved compared to your sister."

Chapter 506 Still Stubborn?

"Shut up! Don't use that bitch to slander me!" Although Katarina was protective of her sister, she still didn't hold back with her words.

Her education emphasized the supremacy of the empire above all else, with family taking a backseat.

Even if it's time to say goodbye to these two things, deeply ingrained ideas can't be changed overnight.

Even abandoning the light for darkness didn't stop her from continuing to insult her good sister who had once betrayed her.

Because she dared not resist the Wild Hunt, she could only use this method to transfer the humiliation inflicted upon her by the Wild Hunt.

“But aren’t you doing that right now?” Wild Hunt put Katarina down. He didn’t enjoy her buttocks, but made her turn to face him. “You’re clearly a hypocrite yourself, yet you have the nerve to talk about others. You pretend to be unwilling, but you never resist.”

"I resisted, but what good did it do?" Katarina lowered her head slightly than Wild Hunt, her almond-shaped eyes filled with hatred as she looked at him. Their eyes met, and Wild Hunt's lips curled into a wicked smile.

“It’s no use. Your resistance only excites me more, but that’s no reason for you to give up.” He lifted Katarina up by her hips. She didn’t want to cooperate, but because she was unsteady, she had to wrap her arms around his neck. Then he said, “Wrap your legs around my waist and come closer. I have something to tell you.”

Katarina had no choice but to reluctantly comply with his wishes. She didn't even have time to untie the rope that was digging into her flesh. She wrapped her legs around Wild Hunt's waist and hooked them together. Then she tightened her arms and pressed her cheek against his mouth to hear what kind of ivory this dog could spew out.

In this position, she could feel Wild Hunt's member pressing against her vulnerable spot, its swollen tip already inside, its lingering heat soothing her slightly swollen vulva. She tried to close her mouth tightly to guard against Wild Hunt, but his wanton body thought she was ready and began to secrete its own fluids.

The Wild Hunt's smile grew even more scathing. He pressed his lips directly against Katarina's ear and whispered in a breathy voice that was irresistibly alluring: "Katarina, you don't need to learn your sister's frankness. On the contrary, I love the way you look, full of resentment yet forced to obey orders, and then, under endless concessions and forbearance, I strip away all your dignity and make you scream like a pig."

"You! How dare you compare me to a sow—" Such blatant slut-shaming was tantamount to throwing Katarina's dignity to the ground and crushing it repeatedly under her feet. Her eyes almost spit fire, her anger burning, and she drew the dagger from her waist and stabbed at Wild Hunt, unaware that this played right into his hands.

"Pfft!" The Mad Hunter took the lead, holding her tightly and thrusting his weapon into her body. The triangular fabric, which had been pulled loosely before, fell to one side, and the hard, hot penis penetrated deeply into her exposed weak spot, churning with each thrust of the muscles and veins.

Katarina was forced to clench her flesh and resist the invasion of the foreign object, but the Wild Hunt simply lifted her body and let her fall back under the force of gravity, like a pendulum slamming into his thrusting hips, where his erect penis was deeply embedded in the center of his plump buttocks.

The sensation of stabbing straight into her core caused the female assassin's abdomen to contract violently, and all her muscles tensed up instantly. This was followed by a feeling of exhaustion from overexertion, and her arm holding the dagger went limp and powerless.

"Ugh...you beast!" Katarina's tears welled up, and her tightly clenched teeth finally loosened as she let out rhythmic moans with the Wild Hunt's thrusts.