Void Beetle Evolution Guide

"Don't forget how your father died." The Wild Hunt coaxed her gently, and his reminder made Morgana lose her composure. Her pupils contracted, and she was momentarily lost in thought.

How could she forget the scene of her father's death? Since picking up the Blade of Judgment, Kyle has become increasingly extreme, and her followers have followed suit, even wanting to arrest her for speaking out for those who have redeemed themselves.

To protect her penitent follower, Morgana imprisoned him in dark flames until he collapsed and perished in the darkness. This act of self-defense, however, prompted Kael to unleash holy fire upon the city.

She vowed to bring justice to the murderers of her fanatics, and that her sister would not be exempt. Their father, a mere mortal, died in the aftermath of the fratricidal conflict.

Morgana angrily questioned Kyle whether the punishment for evildoers also included her father, and whether he was guilty for stealing his daughter from his mother.

Kyle didn't answer, but simply flew into the sky, never looking back. Centuries have passed, and she has yet to return. Morgana has tacitly accepted that the two sisters have broken off relations because of this.

“Revenge is an act of arrogance. My father paid the price with his life to stop our fighting, and I will not let hatred blind me.” In the end, Morgana gave her answer, rejecting the Wild Hunt’s plan.

"Don't the future of so many people in Demacia deserve to be weighed on your scales? Is the truth that has been suppressed destined to be buried? You abandon so many people for one person, you defend those who have suffered injustice, yet you yourself cannot be fair and just," the Wild Hunt continued to press.

"Do I not want to save them? But how can that be done so easily? No need for further words, my mind is made up."

"You can't save Demacia like this." (Mei Ni Ni is here, I'm free, Lin is here...)

No matter what Wild Hunt said, Morgana remained silent with her eyes closed. However, he wasn't discouraged. Morgana, as a wise woman, had her own considerations; it would be strange if she were easily persuaded.

"Syndra, please step out for a moment so I can have a more in-depth conversation with her."

"What are you up to now?" Syndra gave her a suspicious look; she hadn't missed Wild Hunt's restless hands.

"It's nothing, just a few words of open communication. Besides, I can't maintain this posture for long without you around. Don't worry, it'll be over soon."

After much persuasion, Wild Hunt finally managed to get Syndra to leave Morgana's execution ground first. Then he continued to the Fallen Angel, "Morgana, I told you, you can't save Demacia by being passive like this."

"Ah, I'd love to hear your thoughts."

"You and I both know that long-buried history. Simply revealing it could have changed the course of events, yet you've refrained from taking the initiative for centuries out of fear of harming others. It's fair to say that the current state of the anti-magic conflict is largely due to your inaction. Shouldn't those who stand by and watch others die be punished?"

As Wild Hunt spoke, he ran his hand along the distinct ribs beneath the skin, then suddenly slipped it into the low-cut collar with its velvet trim, grabbing the magnificent breasts that appeared even more full and astonishing under the tight grip of his five fingers.

"Nonsense!!"

Morgana was both shocked and enraged by the villain's harassment and slander, and she angrily turned to rebuke the Wild Hunt.

However, the latter only needed one sentence to make her give up trying to break free of the chains on her body.

"Don't move. I can call Syndra over anytime. She won't show any mercy to women."

Wild Hunt was also taking advantage of Morgana's power, and seeing Morgana's gritting teeth expression, he thoroughly enjoyed kneading that full and soft hatred.

As expected of the mother of a monk, she possesses such a broad and generous heart.

He leaned close to those elfin, pointed ears, licking and tasting them with his tongue, and asked softly, "Now, let me recount the true history of Demacia's early days. Shall I tell the story, or will you do it yourself?"

Morgana swallowed the humiliation with a forceful gulp, and slowly uttered it in a calm but trembling voice.

"Long ago, the destructive power of magic ravaged the earth."

A group of survivors found a safe haven, a secret place where magic could be suppressed.

They gathered anti-magic stones, built cities, and protected everyone from the dangerous demonic magic beyond the high walls.

Magic here is used only for good. The mages use their power to make the city even stronger.

The winged guardians are revered for using magic to protect the city, and their wings are still carved on the walls of Demacia.

But as time went by, history was altered. Those in power exploited fear, attributing the outbreak of the Rune Wars to magic itself.

Thus, the magic hunters were born. Bound by their hatred, they banned all magic and ravaged the mage community.

The mages went into hiding to avoid persecution. From then on, Demacia was confined within its own high walls.

The Demacians quickly came to believe that the kingdom was originally built not to ward off evil, but to ward off magic.

Chapter 530 Patience Exhausted

The winged guardian spirit in Morgana's story is actually her and Kayle.

Back then, it was these two sisters who used magic to protect Demacia. Today, their colossal statues still stand in the capital, part of the anti-magic stone walls. In a sense, the sisters' existence is living proof of the lie of anti-magic.

However, with the break between the two, this history was altered and buried, and the Demacians have since lived in an information cocoon created by the Demon Hunters.

"Now, tell me, if this historical truth were made public, would it threaten the status of the Demon Hunters? Would it change the situation of mages in Demacia?" the Wild Hunt questioned.

He wasn't so kind as to advise the Demacian mages on how to resist tyranny; he did it purely to bring Morgana into his camp, and this connection could also link Lux and others together.

If Morgana joins his ranks as the Mother of Mages, it would mean that the Wild Hunt would indirectly possess a mage force, killing three birds with one stone.

The Wild Hunt's interrogation did not deter Morgana from her thoughts. She shook her head: "What good would it do to tell them? The Witchers control public opinion. I am just a fallen witch. How can those deceived masses easily believe my words?"

Her answer displeased Wild Hunt, so he increased the pressure in his hands. The velvet collar was flipped down, revealing slightly darker, ripe grapes. Their shape, squeezed tightly, and alluring color made one feel as if they could smell the fragrance of breast milk about to burst forth.

"You may not know, but I also control the youngest daughter of the Crown Guard family," Wild Hunt said in an almost threatening tone as he fondled the goddess's breasts.

"So it was you who kidnapped her. But what weight does a little girl like her carry? The Crown Guard family is the biggest beneficiary of the anti-magic campaign. The patriarch, Tiana, is married to Eldred, the commander of the Demon Hunter Legion. Do you think these two would let a young girl spouting nonsense ruin their positions?"

Morgana's chest heaved as she breathed heavily, mostly from anger at the Wild Hunt's rudeness, and a small part from her body's instinctive reaction. Although she was the daughter of the Protoss, her body still possessed the emotions and desires of a mortal.

“That’s hard to say,” Wild Hunt continued. “You may not know that Lux and Galio, the Colossus of Justice, had an extraordinary friendship. After Lux left her hometown for the capital, Galio, who stayed in Mithril City, still thinks about this gifted little guy who can make him move.”

“Galio…” Morgana fell into thought, a nostalgic look on her face. (The remaining text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the preceding sentence.)

The Colossus of Justice was actually a product of the same era as her sisters. At that time, the anti-magic walls had only been built for a short time, and the Demacians could only avoid the harm of magic by hiding inside the high walls.

The two sisters could only protect the city beneath their feet, not the distant lands. When border conflicts arose, and the enemy used magic, the soldiers were overwhelmed and unable to defend themselves effectively.

They must find a way to make their anti-magic walls also useful in the battles on the front lines.

So the sculptor Durand accepted the commission to design and create a protective measure for the army using anti-magic stones. Two years later, the magnificent, winged statue of Galio was unveiled.

Using pulleys, rails, and the strength of countless bulls, they pushed the colossal stone statue onto the battlefield. Many once-powerful invaders fell silent at the mere sight of this awe-inspiring statue; unable to use magic, they were at a disadvantage in the battle against Demacia.

But no one had ever considered the unpredictable consequences of countless magical arcane energies being applied to this stone statue. In a protracted battle, Galio, having absorbed too much magic, awakened his self-awareness and helped the disadvantaged Demacian soldiers win the war.

Although the chances of receiving such a massive magical blessing and being able to move were rare, with just a few awakenings, Galio had already become the embodiment of triumphant justice in people's hearts. Year after year, everyone who walked beneath his feet would sincerely pay tribute to him.

"You say Lux is insignificant and her voice carries little weight, but if the Colossus were to speak the truth of history through Lux, how credible would that be? And wouldn't Galio's words, delivered through a megaphone, be far more credible than those of the Demon Hunter?"

“No, that’s not enough.” Morgana frowned. “Even if you move the Colossus to Xiongdu and repeat these words day after day, the Anti-Magicians will find a way to deal with it. In order to replicate the miracle that happened to Galio, they also created a giant eagle statue called Goris, which is equivalent to it. Galio is no longer irreplaceable. If the Magic Searchers can also make Goris speak, then your approach will lose its persuasiveness.”

"You're such a troublemaker, a pessimist, and a total contrarian. No matter what I say, you always have to assume the worst to refute me."

The more Morgana argued, the more violently the Wild Hunt became, leaving a red mark on her fair skin and imprinting his hand on her magnificent chest.

“That’s called being cautious. I won’t make a move unless I’m sure I’m right,” Morgana said, frowning and panting.

"Even the wisest person can make a mistake; overthinking only makes you hesitant and indecisive. How about this, I have another plan. Would you like to hear it?"

"Speak!" Having already been humiliated by the Wild Hunt for so long, Morgana didn't care about enduring a little more humiliation.

"You must have heard of Silas, right?" Wild Hunt asked.

"I've heard of it. His case caused quite a stir, and the news even reached deep into the mountains."

"Then you should also know that he recently launched a rebellion of sorcerers and even killed the king."

"Um……"

“I think he is a very good knife, a hard knife to stab those in power. You can completely guide him from behind the scenes, so that he launches a rebellion with a purpose, instead of mindlessly creating a massacre. For example, destroy the demon hunters' laboratory and make public the evidence that they are modifying mages in an inhumane way, thereby strengthening the credibility of mages.”

"The current prince's lover happens to be a magical creature, so we can use this as a starting point to induce him to make a change. If he wants to marry a half-dragon as his queen, he must acknowledge the legitimate status of mages in Demacia. Combined with the methods mentioned above, this series of moves will at least ensure that mages have a place in Demacia."

"..." Morgana fell into deep thought once again. Compared to the previous methods, Wild Hunt's suggestion this time seemed much more feasible.

Sylas hates those in power. By using her status as the Mother of the Veil, she can easily gain Sylas's trust and make him her pawn.

If she is careful to control his hatred and make him restrain his behavior, even a prisoner can be redeemed and transformed into a force for justice.

More importantly, this method keeps her out of the public eye, so she doesn't have to worry about Kyle's trial.

Morgana thought the idea was good, but she didn't agree to Wild Hunt's proposal: "I need to think about it."

But after hearing her words, Wild Hunt's voice was no longer frivolous, but completely cold, filled with dark determination.

"Are you trying to keep me hanging? You've exhausted my patience, Morgana. I've decided to take you away by force, and as for Demacia, let it fend for itself."

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Chapter 531 In a daze

“You’ve exhausted my patience, Morgana.”

As she finished speaking, Morgana noticed that the Wild Hunt's hand on her shoulder had mysteriously melted.

His human form collapsed as if boneless, turning into a grayish-white gel that repeatedly swelled and contracted, extending wriggling protrusions that burrowed into her clothes along the deep grooves and dragged across her smooth skin.

Morgana tried to break free, but it was too late. By the time she pulled the chains off her body, biomass had already enveloped her entire upper body except for her head and wings.

A gorgeous purple dress slipped off her body, revealing her noble demigod form, her proud silhouette accentuated by the gradually forming, terrifying armor.

Morgana tried to pull on the skin armor, but the eerie skin seemed to have a life of its own, biting her skin tightly as if countless tiny hooks were piercing her flesh. Pulling it hard would bring unimaginable pain.

If physical methods couldn't relax her skin and nails, then she would burn them with the flames of shadow.

At first, it did have some effect; a faint ripple of light appeared on the surface of her skin and nails. However, what followed was an unabated burning pain. The black flames were burning her just as intensely, bringing her soul-crushing agony.

She began to panic, because in the time she tried to break free, countless protrusions had pierced her neck, and all the soft parts from her ears to her jaw were pierced by taut purple silk threads. They were stuck together, yet each thread was distinct, like exposed muscle fibers.

Morgana could feel an ancient hunger invading her mind, a hunger that had existed long before she was born, filled with an irrepressible hatred for all forms of life.

In a short time, she foresaw the apocalypse of the void through her celestial spiritual perception.

Demacia, invaded by the Void, has become a desolate wasteland filled with acidic swamps and poisonous gas, a scene of utter devastation. Fleshy vines sprout from the riddled anti-magic stone walls, empty cocoon shells lie piled in the corners of wide-open houses, and monsters roam brazenly through the corrosive ruins, yet not a single living person can be found in the entire city.

That was an apocalyptic vision Morgana could never have imagined in her entire life, a vision kept at bay by the Wild Hunt. If letting Demacia fend for itself would lead to this, just imagining that sin was enough to crush her, bringing tears to her eyes. (The rest of the text appears to be nonsensical and unrelated to the previous sentences.)

Morgana's sudden outburst of tears stunned the Wild Hunt; this was the first time he'd ever encountered such a situation in all his experience with possession. Others would either grit their teeth and resist to the death, or scream and beg for mercy, kneeling in submission on the spot. Morgana's sudden, silent weeping was quite bizarre; the Wild Hunt didn't even know why she was crying, he hadn't even begun his abuse yet.

Despite the deepening tear stains making Morgana appear even more pitiful, the Wild Hunt proceeded with his plan. He summoned his giant claws, grabbing Morgana's wings as if she were a chicken and lifting her into the air, her arms also bound behind her back with chains.

“Since you are unwilling to step forward and uphold justice against your own family, then you, her twin sister, will have to atone for part of her sins.”

Upon hearing this, Morgana, who was in a daze and tears were streaming down her face, finally snapped out of the shock brought on by the apocalyptic vision. She was visibly panicked and hurriedly said, "Wait! We can still talk!"

"It's too late to regret it now. I gave you a chance, but you didn't cherish it." The Wild Hunt ruthlessly rejected Morgana's offer, and the armor began to writhe under his control.

The constantly extending synapses even bit into her elfin-like pointed ears, and the taut tendons forced her head back against her will. Even her disheveled, seaweed-like hair could not hide the pain on her face. Her mouth was wide open, desperately trying to inhale oxygen, and glistening saliva and tears streamed down her cheeks.

The expression was ugly, but it looked incredibly satisfying. Under the Wild Hunt's control, a tentacle grew from the end of the spine, parting the firm flesh of the buttocks, passing through the taut daisies, and arriving at the dark, dense forest that hadn't been explored for centuries.

Morgana panicked completely. In the end, she couldn't help but fall into the cliché and pleaded repeatedly, "I agree to your terms, can you give me another chance?!"

"No," Wild Hunt refused outright. An investigation revealed that Morgana, hailed as the mother of Demacian mages, had yet to taste the forbidden fruit, but already radiated an overflowing maternal glow.

Although she was still a virgin, she possessed the beautiful body of a mature woman. While others' buttocks were only visible after their underwear was pulled down, hers were only visible after her buttocks were pulled down. The feeling was indescribable.

The tentacles pushed aside the thin, rope-like fabric, brazenly burrowing into the center of the plump buttocks, penetrating deeply into the untouched tree-lined path in one go, easily breaching the last line of defense.

Her dangling legs instantly straightened, and her black high heels slipped off her ankles, falling onto the spread-out skirt below, revealing her small, delicate feet.

"Ugh—" The piercing pain made Morgana tremble all over, letting out a suppressed, long scream. She had experienced a thousand kinds of worldly suffering from visiting penitents, but none of the humiliations and pains was as unforgivable as this.

If any female believer had suffered such treatment, she would never have given the abuser a second chance, but would have sentenced him to death on the spot! However, when such humiliation happened to her, no one could stand up for her.

She could only rely on herself, her wrinkled flesh walls gripping the tentacle tightly, preventing any flow of blood, desperately trying to stop it from penetrating deeper. But would that be enough? Perhaps it really would.

The Wild Hunt suddenly lost interest and stopped moving.

He found this kind of forced interaction too boring. Morgana, out of pride, preferred to grit her teeth and endure rather than abandon her dignity and beg for mercy, unlike Syndra who would curse and swear, which was rather uninteresting.

Then, on a whim, he yanked out his tentacle and lashed it across Morgana's plump buttocks, sending ripples of flesh surging through her. He then detached his armor, abandoning the fusion, and reverted to human form, grabbing her full, round buttocks.

"I'm giving you one last chance, Morgana. Use every trick in the book to please me, and I'll allow you to stay here." As he spoke, he increased the pressure on his hand, the meaning of his words clear.

Morgana's heart skipped a beat. She lifted her eyelids and glanced at the Wild Hunt's muscular and masculine body. Suddenly realizing what awaited her, her eyes, covered in heavy eyeshadow, became dazed.

She couldn't even imagine herself writhing and submitting to someone else's pleasure, but compared to the terrible consequences of refusal, this small sacrifice was nothing.

For the future of Demacia, this compassionate goddess resolutely decided to offer her own body.

Chapter 532 The Radiance of Motherhood

"Okay...I promise you." Mei, I'm free, Lin, are you free yet...?

Morgana responded to the Wild Hunt's domineering demands in an almost desperate tone.

This is her last chance; if she doesn't agree, she won't be able to bear the consequences.

"Hmph." Wild Hunt still didn't know what she saw in him, and his attitude suddenly changed completely.

But it doesn't matter. Even if she didn't do this, she would eventually come to her senses after being abused. Now, it's just that the process has been skipped.

This is better for both of them; the Wild Hunt saves time, and Morgana doesn't have to pay a heavy price along with her sister.