Void Beetle Evolution Guide

So the captain of the soldiers, with great self-awareness, blew the horn and called for reinforcements. They were originally just an advance team sent to confirm the location of the dragon's nest, not the main force of this operation, and their attempt to capture the baby dragon was indeed a bit too eager for glory.

As the horn sounded through the forest, Portil soon heard a dense buzzing of wings overhead. Through the dense canopy, she could only see some white figures moving among the leaves; to see them clearly, she would have to stick her head out…

Before Portil could react, a massive figure tore through the tree canopy and slammed her to the ground. The figure possessed strength no less than hers; Portil slapped its head with a claw to free herself and create distance.

Upon closer inspection, Portil discovered that the one who attacked her was another giant dragon. It had wings like an eagle, an upper jaw shaped like a bird's beak, a short and compact body, but its scales were much harder. The previous swipe only made it shake its head before it raised its head high.

To Portia's surprise, a Demacian soldier was riding on the dragon's back. While she had carried people many times before, those who could climb onto her dragon's back were always members of the Wild Hunt. Who were the Wild Hunt? They were powerful beings even Lissandra couldn't subdue. What did the Demacians possess that made a dragon willingly become their mount?

Soon, she stopped worrying about it. A large group of dragon-bird riders were descending through the canopy passage opened by the dragon, completely surrounding her and the dragon's nest within moments. And these creatures riding on the white giant eagles were the culprits who had injured her wing. (The last sentence appears to be unrelated and possibly a fragment from another text.)

A fully grown male dragon, though slightly smaller, was still capable of holding off the wounded woman head-on. The dragon-bird riders wielding spears were responsible for encirclement and ambush, and she also had to guard against the soldiers attacking the young dragons... Portil's heart sank to the bottom. She was alone and helpless; she had no chance of winning this battle.

The crucial point is that with her wings injured, she can't escape. And she can't run away, otherwise it would be tantamount to handing over the young dragon to someone else. Thinking of this, the ice dragon roared to the sky, its roar echoing through the mountains and forests, scattering birds and beasts in all directions.

Scholar Mayne, who was covering his ears, immediately shouted, "She's calling for her companions! Move quickly!"

Chapter 540 Instant Kill

Having done everything possible, there's only one problem left: how to hold out under the siege until the White Dragon couple returns.

The enemy dragon charged forward first, the leaves falling in a rustling sound from its heavy footsteps. Like its opponent, Portil raised its head to fight back with its forelimbs, but was pushed back step by step by the enormous force.

If it weren't for the dragon's nest behind her, which caused the attacker to hold back some of its strength in order to capture a live baby dragon, she would have had a hard time withstanding this attack.

"As a dragon, where is your pride? Why do you serve as a mount for humans? What's the difference between you and a cow or a horse?" In her anger, Portil even cursed herself, although she felt that working for the Wild Hunt was not the same as working for humans.

"I prefer humans to dragons. Do you think I don't know who treats me well? Go in peace. I will give these dragon cubs a wonderful childhood and let them grow up in an environment full of kindness."

The valiant dragon Alatis spoke with righteous indignation, explaining that he and the rider behind him were not master and servant, but rather trusted partners.

He was abandoned by his mother because he was too weak at birth. On the human side, he felt the kinship and friendship that he could not feel in the dragon race.

"You've already fallen into depravity, that's your own problem. But why do you have to kick your own people when they're down? Don't you have any shame at all?"

"Don't think I don't know you're stalling for time, you cunning dragon."

The rider behind Aratis shouted, and Potir, who had been exposed, immediately stretched out his long neck and put his huge head behind the dragon, as if he wanted to bite the talkative mortal to death.

But Aratis stopped her by biting her neck beforehand, and in excruciating pain, Portil forced out her Frost Breath. A biting wind blew by, but it only spread a layer of frost on the dragon's back, while the rider had already taken shelter under the wings, completely unharmed!

She pushed Alatis away forcefully, but the next second he leaped into the air and swooped down again, giving her no chance to catch her breath.

While they were locked in combat, the dragon rider swooped down and hurled his hooked spear, piercing it into Potir's massive body. The spear's end was attached to a rope, which was tied to a nearby tree, preventing her from taking flight.

Seeing this, the young dragons rushed out of their nest to help her bite through the rope, but were then attacked and knocked down by the dragon birds. Demacia then put ropes around them and slowly pulled them away from her.

Unable to break free from Aratis's control, she could only watch helplessly, and because she was distracted by one thing, she also suffered some injuries, completely falling into a disadvantageous position.

"This is outrageous!" Portil put up a stubborn resistance, but the power of her dragon breath was greatly reduced, she was not as strong individually, and she was far outnumbered.

Just when he was about to give up, a voice suddenly drifted into his ear: "You are Portil?"

Portil's pupils dilated for a moment, completely unaware that someone had appeared above her, but feeling the familiar aura emanating from that person, she couldn't help but feel excited.

"it's me!"

"finally found you."

This was Katarina, who had come searching for the dragon. She had followed the riders from the direction of the Dragon's Nest, and then heard the dragon's roar, rushing to its aid. (The last line appears to be unrelated and possibly a fragment from another text: "You Linlin is in Mei I'm empty you Lin is in Mei...")

Without saying a word, she squatted down and slapped the top of the ice dragon head hard, making its head sink, and thus activated the Empress's decree.

The explosively elongated synapses instantly enveloped the ice dragon's head. Instead of invading its brain and extinguishing its will, they spread along its body surface, concealing its wounds. The specially crafted spears corroded and melted, peeling off Portil's body. A gelatinous fluid, writhing like a living thing, even unleashed the golden-iron hooks deeply embedded in its scales, which then enveloped its entire body. Then, in an unknown reaction with the air, it began to harden rapidly.

"Master's power has grown stronger again!" Portil was both surprised and delighted. The fact that she wasn't forced into human form after the second fusion meant that she was about to gain enhanced armor in her dragon form!

If she weren't wrapped up inside, she would have loved to let out a long howl.

"What's going on?! Her aura is getting stronger and stronger!" On the other side, Aratis retreated repeatedly.

From the gradually forming carapace on the ice dragon's body, he sensed an extremely terrifying aura, making him tremble and almost want to flee.

Its powerful corrosiveness was undeniable, and he dared not act rashly before figuring out what it was. However, sensing the opponent's steadily increasing aura, he knew that if he didn't act now, he would miss his chance.

After much deliberation, inspired by humanity, he chose to attack. Portil, caught in the fusion process, was indeed unable to resist, but Katarina, having gained the strongest Darkin power, wouldn't stand idly by.

"court death!"

Katarina uttered two distinct voices as her body rapidly grew larger, becoming even taller than a dragon in the blink of an eye.

The rising dragon struck Aratis's jaw, sending the swooping dragon flying and shattering several of its teeth. It then vanished from its spot, reappearing in a different posture, delivering a flying knee strike to the dragon's chest. It flashed again, followed by a whip kick that tore through the air.

In an instant, several attacks were launched, and three forces were applied to Aratis almost simultaneously. Even the dragon was severely beaten and sent flying backward. There was no chance to retaliate. The aerial attack was so powerful that the dragon's figure could not even be seen.

Teleportation is Katarina's innate magical talent. She has long been accustomed to the discomfort of this spatial dislocation and has developed an extremely strong ability to pinpoint enemy locations. No matter which direction she appears from, she can lock onto the enemy's position in advance.

After merging with the power of the Darkin, her innate magic and control over her body were both enhanced, allowing her to twist her body and even change the torque in the instant of teleportation. She can achieve super mobility by resetting her actions with Blink, and even in her giant form, she still has terrifying agility.

If one masters blood magic and summons a three-headed, six-armed being, it is not impossible to strike a thousand times per second.

But is it necessary? If she were to use a Darkin weapon, how many people could withstand three blows from her?

Katarina reached out, and a pool of blood appeared out of thin air. She pulled something out of it, and after peeling away the blood, she found a pair of scarlet scythes.

Her figure vanished from the spot, and in an instant, blood and light mingled. Before the blood could even drip, Aratis was already covered in wounds, her wings pierced by a scythe, and she was suspended in mid-air by chains.

Neither of them went all out in their previous sparring match with Cassiopeia, so if she hadn't held back, that's how her performance should have been.

In an instant, the sound of flapping wings filled the air as dragon riders swooped down. Katarina instantly flashed out of the encirclement, casually turning her back to the enemy.

She raised her hand and clenched her fist. All the vibrant hearts nearby seemed to be bound by invisible chains, and they all stopped beating.

Then, with a forceful squeeze, the world was instantly stained crimson, and the dragon-bird and knight who had died suddenly fell from the sky, bleeding profusely from their seven orifices.

Chapter 541 Embracing Both

The legion was instantly annihilated, leaving only a giant dragon, its twitching eyes staring in terror at the figures that had suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

Katarina returned to her normal size, and at Zolanie's insistence, she drained the blood from the corpse, leaving behind only the empty skeleton's skin.

The floating blood droplets gathered into a vortex, eventually condensing into a blood bead in her palm, but were swallowed by the crack in her palm, enraging Zolani.

Blood is the medium for casting blood magic and the source of Darkin power. Zoranny wanted to use it to increase her power, but the skin armor feeds on flesh and blood and directly intercepted the blood that Katarina had taken back.

Given Zolani's ambition, how could the Wild Hunt not be on guard? This blood will be converted into void energy and stored. When she wants to cast a spell, it will be converted back into blood and given to her. Not a single drop will flow into Zolani's blood pool.

In the end, although she had an endless supply of blood to cast spells, it was all borrowed from the Wild Hunt, and none of it was truly hers, thus severing any possibility of rebellion.

For Katarina, there was a downside to the fusion of the Void Armor and the Darkin weapon: every time she used the armor, she would hear Zolani's incessant chatter in her mind, unlike the Wild Hunt which only spoke occasionally and was extremely noisy.

Katarina told Zolani to accept her fate, but the unwilling Zolani set her sights on the remaining dragon. She walked towards Aratis, when suddenly a voice came from behind her.

"Leave it to me."

Portil had finally completed the fusion. Now, draped in seamless purple scales, she looked even closer to the dragon she remembered than before, hairless. Standing tall and proud, she possessed both elegance and ferocity, her dragon might far exceeding anything she had imagined.

Katarina stepped aside, and Portil stepped forward, meeting Aratis's gaze across the distance as he was suspended between the trees by the Darkin Chain Scythe.

"Either choose a wise ruler or remain aloof. You chose the wrong master, so this is your fate."

Portil could finally hold her head high. Aratis's behavior of having to bring a bunch of helpers to deal with a wounded dragon was despicable to her.

However, she also felt a little sorry for the other party. If it weren't for the selfishness of these humans, no matter how discordant the dragons were, they would have no reason to fight to the death for no reason.

In her view, Alartis had chosen the wrong person to follow, just like she had in the past. If she were still working for Lissandra, would she go to such lengths to rescue her? Obviously not.

In contrast, the Wild Hunt had a large and powerful retinue, and even though she was essentially only used as a mount, they still didn't abandon her. This shows how important it is to follow the right person.

However, just when she thought she could thoroughly humiliate him, Aratis's response surprised her.

"Even if I die, I will not regret my choice." The Eagle-Winged Dragon spat out a mouthful of blood, but its eyes were filled with defiance.

Portil's gaze sharpened. Alatis didn't look like a dragon at all; he had already been thoroughly marinated by Demacia.

"I'll send you on your way now, so you can be a Demacian in your next life."

Portil spread his wings, revealing lightning-like veins on his wing membranes. These veins extended outwards, carving cracks into the surrounding space, like a pane of glass about to shatter under pressure, as if some terrifying thing was about to break free.

Energy from the void seeped through the cracks, was absorbed by the wings, and finally gathered above Portil's head. Purple lightning leaped back and forth between the horns, forming a single eye made entirely of energy. It twitched constantly, looking extremely unstable, yet it was firmly locked onto the dragon in front of it.

Aratis was immediately overwhelmed by a sense of inescapable despair. With a cracking sound like a whip lashing out, his vision was engulfed by a horrific purple light, and all sound fell silent.

Bathed in the all-dissolving rays, even colossal dragons vanished instantly, creating an absurd feeling akin to using a cannon to kill a mosquito. The death ray shot out, tearing a scorched, smoking scar across the earth, its glare striking against the lush green forest.

Having dealt with the last remaining threat, Portil shook his head and eagerly transformed back into human form after a long absence. His armor now mimicked a magnificent ice crystal dress, making him completely different from his previous evil appearance.

For some reason, Portil felt an unusual heaviness in her head. Reaching up to touch it, she discovered her dragon horns were still hanging from her head, and some scales remained on her cheekbones, adorning her cold, beautiful eyes like glitter. (The rest of the text appears to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated gibberish.)

At first, she thought there was a problem with her transformation and she hadn't fully transformed into human form, but feeling the surging dragon power within her, she realized she had completely misunderstood.

The Dragon Maiden was overjoyed. Retaining the dragon horns was not a bad thing, but a manifestation of power!

After some time away, the Wild Hunt's abilities have become quite refined. Now he can not only cover his dragon form with armor, but also allow Portil to retain most of the dragon's power while in human form when changing forms, and even unleash his signature dragon breath.

Unlike before, when transforming into human form sealed away the dragon's power, her armor was both a shackle and her only means of protection. When she was first forcibly transformed into human form by the Wild Hunt, it was precisely because of this that she was powerless to resist and allowed herself to be ravaged and humiliated.

However, even though things are different now, Portil has long since lost the will to resist.

"Not bad." Wild Hunt also appeared, but it was unclear whether he was referring to the move from before or Portil's new appearance.

"Master! I've finally found you!" Upon seeing the Wild Hunt again, Portil rushed over and buried himself in his arms, completely forgetting that he still had a pair of dragon horns on his head that were enough to kill someone.

Wild Hunt tilted his head to dodge the attack, not angry at all. He casually lifted the hem of the Dragon Girl's skirt and grabbed her plump, white buttocks that looked like they could be squeezed for water, lifting them up forcefully.

Botil let out a soft moan, wishing she could melt into the Wild Hunt's arms. Considering her initial cold and aloof iceberg image, the contrast was truly striking.

Having not tasted the flavor of a dragon maiden for a long time, and now with a pair of dragon horns as handles, Wild Hunt could already imagine that in the future, Portil would be sticking out her buttocks and making those gurgling, sow-like noises.

He glanced at Katarina, who immediately averted her strange gaze, avoiding his eyes, but it was too late to escape now.

"Katerina, come over here too. It's a good opportunity for us to get to know each other and discover some of our hidden sides."

"No..."

"I told you to come here, so come here obediently."

Wild Hunt's sudden cold tone made her tremble, as if she had recalled some bad memories, but she still gritted her teeth and leaned against him unwillingly.

"What are you doing? Can't you refuse?!"

Zolani roared in her mind. She could now say that she shared a body with Katarina, and the latter's experiences would be transmitted to her exactly as they were. The thought of what was going to happen made her feel disgusted.

But for some reason, Katarina ignored all the insults and continued to cling to the Wild Hunt, eventually moving to his other side and letting him embrace her from both sides.

"Disgusting! Disgusting! Disgusting!"

Zolani's hysterical roars did nothing to stop what was happening. She clearly sensed Katarina's resistance and fear, but the inexplicable closeness and desire that followed left her bewildered and humiliated.

Even Katarina herself didn't know what kind of image the Wild Hunt had in her mind.

Wild Hunt knows the secrets of everyone around her, even more than Swain, who possesses the Secret Demon.

No matter what she does, the Wild Hunt can easily control her, using both kindness and severity to leave her with no desire to resist.

At the same time, it was the Wild Hunt that exposed those people's secrets, and only then did Katarina realize that she had been betrayed, deceived, and used, and that she had long been abandoned by everyone.

Having no one she could trust, she eventually discovered that only the Wild Hunt would not deceive her.

Even though what he said were cold, hard facts, a subtle attachment had already begun to grow in Katerina's heart.

Chapter 542 Lux's Mission

Under the curious yet fearful gaze of the dragon cubs, Wild Hunt didn't do anything too outrageous, and they hugged each other for a while in a very fair and loving manner.

However, it is already an absurd sight that two women who do not know each other at all can lean on the left and right arms of the same man without causing any conflict.

"Right, I need to hurry up and move the dragon cubs out! This nest is no longer safe; pursuers could appear at any moment."

After all, they weren't really his own cubs. Botil leaned on Wild Hunt's shoulder for a while before belatedly raising his head, remembering that he still had several young dragons to protect.

She turned and called to them, one of which was still caught in the net and unable to break free. Portil went over to help, feeling very guilty, but was met with the baby dragon's hiss.

With their limited intelligence, they couldn't possibly distinguish whether Potir was now a dragon or a human, an enemy or an ally.

"Don't worry, there won't be any pursuers," Katarina suddenly said.

"What?" You Linlin, you've been thinking about it, but you haven't...

"I came from the direction of the Dragon Bird's Nest."

The Wild Hunt's mission was simply to bring back Portil, but Katarina, being a Noxian, couldn't possibly be uninterested in the Demacian special forces. Coupled with the bloodthirsty Zolane constantly tempting her, she ended up exceeding the mission's requirements.

"..." Portil paused for a moment: "Then we'll wait here until the child's parents return, and hand him over to them in person before leaving."

Before long, the dragon father and mother, who had heard the cries for help, rushed back anxiously, and Portil revealed his true form to speak with them.

"I'm so sorry that this happened when you trusted me so much."