Void Beetle Evolution Guide

This tactic successfully fooled Ryze, making him believe they were buried in the vault along with the runes. They planned to reappear and retrieve the runes after he left.

This was almost the best possible outcome; they took what they wanted, and Ryze thought he had protected the rune. Otherwise, the bald guy would still be relentlessly pursuing them like a mad dog.

Of course, they could also choose not to play dead and take the rune right in front of Ryze. But if they did that, Ryze would definitely risk his life to stop them, and they would inevitably have his blood on their hands.

They chose a relatively mild solution, which was not benevolence, but selfishness.

Because the Wild Hunt didn't want Kai'Sa to bear more responsibility. He didn't want Kai'Sa to take over Ryze's mission after his death, spending her life busy collecting runes and being forced to endure various forms of torture.

Ryze did a great job, so let him keep doing it.

However, the World Rune is still a potential problem. Once the Void is completely dealt with, Wild Hunt might have Kai'Sa put the rune back into the vault.

Wild Hunt then had Syndra retrieve the remaining two Runestones that were buried deep in the ruins.

Both now possess a Keystone Rune. Kai'Sa is content, while Syndra is still processing the infused knowledge and has no interest in the remaining two runes.

The Wild Hunt couldn't think of suitable candidates to bestow runes upon them, as obtaining runes required passing extremely rigorous tests. Syndra wasn't qualified, but she would certainly be resentful of being treated differently.

"Oh right, and this too!" Kai'Sa took out the huge scroll that Ryze had dropped, then spread it out on the ground.

As expected, it contained rune fragments of the Enlightenment Foundation, each one embedded in the scroll, its strange symbols shimmering with a blue light.

"No wonder Ryze refused to use this scroll." Kai'Sa couldn't help but sigh as she looked at the rune fragments embedded in the scroll.

“He’s a man of principle and doesn’t use runic power lightly.” Wild Hunt told her to put the scroll away; the fragments were too scattered to piece together the main body of the Enlightenment Foundation.

Since the runes couldn't be stored in the insect hive, this scroll became the best container for the moment, managing to hold the other two rune stones inside without any loss of magic power.

After doing all this, Kai'Sa was still overwhelmed with excitement. This bargain hunting was a resounding success; Ryze's millennia-long collection had ultimately benefited them.

They now control the vast majority of runes in the world. Once I master how to use them, I can try to compete with Kayle and even Bervis.

The Celestial Realm, and the Void... She will expel any force that dares to plot against this world!

Chapter 550 Family Reunification

Returning with a full load, Wild Hunt did not send Kasha Syndra back to the previous farmhouse, but instead had her and the others go directly to Morgana's cave to meet up.

Cassiopeia had already followed Lux, and Katarina had also arrived with Portyl. In an instant, everyone who had completed the mission gathered together, sharing their relaxed and joyful mood.

"Portilo, how have you been? I heard from the Wild Hunt that you were injured. Do you need me to treat you?"

Kasha looked curiously at the aura above everyone's heads and noticed that only Portil was different, as it looked somewhat damaged. So she asked him about it.

"Thank you for your concern, I'm fine now." Kasha's sudden concern made the dragon girl feel a little awkward, and her icy profile almost broke down, revealing an embarrassed smile.

She was actually a little resentful inside.

After the Darkin War, she was the one who took the most initiative to search for the Wild Hunt, but in the end, it was Kai'Sa, who hadn't shown any interest at the time, who was the first to reunite with him.

I later heard that Kai'Sa was affected by the runes, but Wild Hunt seems to be showing too much favoritism towards Kai'Sa.

"Hmm...it's good that you're alright." Kasha felt that Portil wasn't telling the truth, but she had no reason to lie to herself.

After thinking about it, she concluded that the problem wasn't whether she was injured or not, but rather that Portil was born with a deficiency that prevented her from having children, which caused her qi to be deficient.

So she leaned close to Portil's ear and whispered, "I can help you remove the effects of the black ice. Come find me if you've made up your mind."

Upon hearing this, Portil was taken aback for a moment, but then her eyes lit up. "This can be cured too?"

“Nothing is impossible.” Kasha smiled mysteriously. This was the cornerstone of her unwavering resolve, a decision that determined life and death; if even this was impossible, then nothing could cure her.

Getting Portil to genuinely thank her wasn't easy. She had reservations about Kasha's suggestion, but since things had come to this point, she couldn't let the conversation fall flat.

"By the way, why isn't Sephie here?"

“She’s still around Mount Targon. We’ll head over there to find her next,” Kai’Sa replied.

The Wild Hunt doesn't intend to use Morgana to lure Kayle out; instead, it plans to go directly to Mount Targon to find her, and then retrieve her from the seabed along the way.

As they were talking, the owner of the cave finally appeared. Morgana, knowing that a guest was coming, specially dressed up.

After all, her original tear stains could be described as those of a female ghost. If she doesn't plan to wear a veil to the event, she should probably wash them off.

The awkward thing is that she doesn't have time to tidy up the mess in her house.

"Welcome to my humble abode. It's been a long time since my place has been this lively."

Morgana was somewhat surprised to see so many unfamiliar faces, but she quickly put on a kind and gentle smile.

Wild Hunt clearly considers her one of their own, which is why they chose her home as the location for their team-building event.

She actually quite likes people coming to visit her home, but most of them only come to her in the deep mountains and forests to repent, which makes it less meaningful.

“The Wild Hunt felt it necessary for us to meet you. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Morgana.” Kai’Sa stopped her conversation and carefully examined the owner of the cave.

Morgana did not wear a veil to cover her features. Kai'Sa initially wanted to call her Kayle's sister, but that would have been too impolite.

This is a denial of her as an independent individual, and it can easily hurt a sensitive and delicate heart. Although the two sisters have been estranged for hundreds of years, some things should not be brought up in the open.

"You must be tired from coming all this way? It's a pity my place is too shabby, I don't even have a chair. If you don't mind, you can just use the books as stools to sit on." Morgana smiled and stepped forward to take Kasha's hand. She could tell that Kasha was the one in charge of this group.

"It's alright, we're not fussy people." Kasha felt a little uncomfortable with the other person's closeness. How could someone as ruthless as Kyle have such a kind-hearted sister?

He couldn't help but wonder to himself, were they really born from the same mother? Or did Kyle give Morgana all the humanity he had abandoned?

“Hey, why don’t we chat while we eat?” Cassiopeia suggested.

Morgana looked at her only table, which was piled with potions and books in a mess, and said awkwardly, "This is supposed to be the way to treat guests, but I only have a few cups of tea here, which I'm afraid won't be of much use to you..."

“It’s alright, I brought my own food and drinks.” Cassiopeia seemed to have expected this, and simply took out a tablecloth and spread it on the ground. Then, as if by magic, she laid out all kinds of delicacies and fine wines, including many elaborate cooked foods and pastries. It was an extremely lavish spread.

These were foods she had processed using the magical artifact, Lord Michael, given to her by the Wild Hunt. They wouldn't rot and were placed in the insect hive as offerings for any eventuality.

"You've thought of everything," Katarina sneered from the side. "Are you free, Lin Yongzai? Are you even available...?"

“Uh…” Morgana was stunned, then smiled with relief: “That’s great, let’s speak freely.”

She took the initiative to pick up the wine bottle and pour wine for everyone. Then, the group sat on the ground and raised their glasses to drink together.

After a glass of wine, Morgana remarked with some emotion, "The last time I sat down and chatted with someone like this was with a strange monk. She couldn't drink alcohol, so we substituted tea for wine and had a very enjoyable conversation."

"A strange monk?" Kasha and Portil exchanged glances, seemingly remembering someone at the same time. "Could you tell us more about him?"

Morgana nodded, recalling, "It was a yellow-robed monk who came to me covered in wounds. I had never seen such a joyful expression before. Even pain couldn't distort her smile. But apart from that, she was no different from a normal person. Her logic was sound. It was really strange."

"Is it really Nera?" Kasha asked tentatively.

"Yes, you know her too?" Morgana asked in surprise as she heard Kai'Sa pronounce the other person's name.

Kaisa nodded, signaling Morgana to continue. The latter had taken Nera in and helped her recover, asking for nothing more than to hear Nera's story after she had healed.

Kasha had heard Nera's story more than once, but the others had not, so she waited until Morgana finished before joining the conversation.

"She was seriously injured in the battle with the demigod Volibear, and I never expected that she would come here to recuperate."

"Perhaps this is fate." Morgana never expected that someone she met by chance would become connected with the Wild Hunt.

"By the way, did Nera tell you what her next target was?" Kasha asked again.

Morgana shook her head: "She didn't say, but it seems she went in the direction of Noxus."

Kasha thought to herself, "Trouble is coming, and some people are probably going to suffer."

"Oh? My former employer? Or the President?" As soon as Cassiopeia heard Nila's character, she knew that one of the two was going to suffer.

If Nera is challenging a demon, then Swain, possessed by a demon, will suffer the most. If she's going to cause trouble for the millennium-old warlord, then LeBlanc, the leader of the Black Rose, will be the one with a headache.

Chapter 551 A Drunken Gathering of Beauties

After a few rounds of drinks, the Wild Hunt began. He observed his retinue one by one, considering which one to strike first.

He could have joined the family members at the table for drinks and conversation, but that would have made him the center of attention, making it inconvenient for him to make any advances.

Cassiopeia knew the Wild Hunt's tastes well and knew he couldn't possibly stay out of it, so she prepared a potent liquor to display the intoxicated states of the beauties for him to savor and choose from.

The alcohol turned into body heat, and some women who couldn't hold their liquor were already flushed and disheveled.

Kasha felt a little short of breath, so to get some air, she pulled the deep V-neck of her bra open a bit, revealing her rounded breasts. Her ears were also tinged with a blush, making her look even sexier than usual.

Cassiopeia, on the other hand, was even more unrestrained. Her shoulders were half-exposed, and her chest was drooping, revealing large patches of white flesh. As she spoke, her breasts teetered on the edge of danger with each breath, and her blush was made completely undisguised, making her all the more alluring.

In contrast, Katarina appeared rather ascetic, lying on her side on the floor, propping her face up with her hand, drinking silently. It was clear she didn't enjoy this kind of drinking party, but this posture did showcase her remarkably voluptuous figure beautifully.

Portil seemed somewhat uneasy. As the only human among them, she felt a little out of place. Moreover, the scene before her inexplicably reminded her of the victory celebration hosted by Ashe. At that banquet, she had been brutally assaulted by the Wild Hunt, leaving an extremely deep impression on her. Even now, she would occasionally dream of that scene and wake up in a tidal wave of convulsions.

Syndra was the weakest of the group, and was now completely unconscious. She had fallen from mid-air, the effects of the alcohol making her nod uncontrollably to keep herself from collapsing. Her wine glass hovered in mid-air, the empty glass spilling down her delicate chin and into the cleavage below, but she was completely unaware of it.

Morgana, on the other hand, was the most natural. Although her face was flushed, she still maintained a proper demeanor, chatted with everyone in a friendly manner, and spoke with great logic without rambling.

After looking around, Wild Hunt felt that Cassiopeia had made the greatest contribution. Without her, the banquet would not have been able to take place, and the beautiful scene of everyone enjoying themselves would not have been possible.

Wild Hunt intended to favor Cassiopeia first, but just as he was about to make his move, he discovered that Morgana was wearing nothing underneath her skirt!

You can't judge a book by its cover. Some people may seem the most upright on the surface, but are actually more promiscuous than anyone else in private.

The plan changed, and Wild Hunt decided to teach this slut a lesson first before engaging in deeper conversations with the others.

A black line darted swiftly through the open seam of her chest, like a snake creeping beneath her skirt. Morgana's beautiful eyes twitched, and her heart skipped a beat.

At a time like this!

This action caught Morgana completely off guard; she never imagined the Wild Hunt would treat her like this. Although she had prepared herself for such advances, the suddenness of it all still left her feeling ashamed.

In her excitement, Morgana quickly straightened her posture. She pretended to kneel down, holding her skirt, but instead spread her plump buttocks apart, adopting a gesture of hospitality. Her mature, round buttocks were exposed wide, arching into an exaggerated curve where her retinue couldn't see them.

Wild Hunt readily accepted the invitation, and with a shake against the thick, fleshy mound, easily pried open the plump, pink shell. The warm, hard object instantly filled the slippery passage, its head pointing directly at the flower's core, causing Morgana to suddenly contract her abdomen and slump down onto her buttocks as if paralyzed.

"Sorry, I'm a little tipsy too." Morgana apologized for the spilled wine, pretending to be calm as she downed it in one gulp, but a surge of heat rose up below her, and her mouth was busy.

She used the flush of drunkenness to cover the redness on her face. She tensed her body, trying to suppress the trembling coming from below, but her ears seemed to hear the soft, wet sounds of the fleshy folds and protrusions sucking against her.

Morgana is very tolerant. Whether it is pain or pleasure, torture or enjoyment, she can remain silent, but all of that is based on the premise that she does not speak.

She was currently engaged in a lively conversation with others and couldn't remain silent. She tried her best to keep her voice steady, but under the increasingly intense onslaught, she couldn't help but let out a seductive tremor.

"Looks like you're really drunk, sister. Punish yourself with a drink." Cassiopeia across from her gave a meaningful smile and spoke up to cover for Morgana.

"Of course." Everything was understood without words. Morgana took the opportunity to step down, drank a glass, and then, still immersed in the afterglow of her climax, her delicate body trembled slightly.

Now that Cassiopeia has discovered it, unless the Wild Hunt deliberately ignores her, she's next.

As usual, the Wild Hunt probed between the femme fatale's legs with his tentacles. She was wise enough to wear a skirt today, making it easier for the Wild Hunt to act.

Large amounts of wet liquid had flooded the garden, and the glistening liquid stained their thighs. The narrow triangular pieces of cloth could no longer hold back the bursting floodwaters.

It seems no foreplay is needed; Cassiopeia is ready to be entered, and what she desires thrusts into her wet, warm passage, filling it completely.

However, she was no longer satisfied with the immoral feeling of having an affair in front of others. She rudely moved her buttocks and sat down in front of Katarina, who was lying on her side, almost sitting on her head.

"Your big butt is blocking my way!" Katarina was about to complain when she saw Cassiopeia lift her skirt and secretly expose her tightly joined private parts to her.

Her eyes widened suddenly. The wet, honeyed orifice was writhing and contracting right in front of her, constantly swallowing and spitting out throbbing tentacles, which coated it with a crystal-clear color. The violent impact stirred up thousands of layers of white, smooth flesh, each one shocking her!

In a daze, she seemed to hear the sound of molten water. Katarina bit her lower lip, swallowing the words back. It was clearly her sister who was being shameful, yet she dared not utter a sound, forced to cover up her sister's debauchery!

How could she have ended up with such a sister? Katarina was furious when Cassiopeia went even further, pretending to bend down to get a wine glass, but actually sticking her buttocks up and shoving her sticky vulva against Katarina's face, her intention to have Katarina lick her was obvious.

Katarina was furious. Not exposing her was already a great act of mercy; to expect her to lower herself to lick such a filthy place?! This was outrageous! You, Lin Yong, I want to... you, Lin Zaizai, haven't you...?

Little did she know, her impotent rage had become a catalyst for Cassiopeia's descent into lust. The latter held the wine glass to her lips, biting her lip as she ecstatically enjoyed the ministrations of the large rod.

Not only does the Wild Hunt enjoy bullying Katarina, but even her younger sister Cassiopeia enjoys seeing her angry yet helpless expression.

The two sisters were already sitting together, and with her blocking the view, no one noticed Katarina's expression.

Cassiopeia was both ashamed and furious at the near-humiliation of being ridden, but the thought that the Wild Hunt had tacitly approved of it made her waver a little.

She moved her lips several times, wanting to stick out her tongue to lick it, but was always woken up by Zolani's roar in her mind, and in the end she couldn't bring herself to do such a despicable thing.

However, the petty Cassiopeia remembered everything. Since Katarina refused to cooperate in serving her master, she had plenty of ways to make fun of her as if she were a Shadow Isles person.

She quietly placed the wine glass under her body, and after Wild Hunt withdrew his tentacles and she had fully enjoyed her ecstasy, she wriggled her slightly swollen clam flesh and squeezed out a love juice mixed with thick white cream puffs to pour a full glass for Katarina.

"This glass of fine wine, brimming with love, is a toast to my dear sister." With that, she proudly raised her masterpiece in front of everyone and smiled as she brought it to Katarina's lips.

Chapter 552 Multiple Women in Succession

"This glass of fine wine, brimming with love, is a toast to my dear sister." At the banquet, Cassiopeia, with a half-smile, held the wine to Katarina's lips.

The freshly brewed wine had an indescribable, fishy odor that was so strong that it made Katarina's heart skip a beat, and she instinctively tried to take the glass away from her eyes.

However, Cassiopeia blocked her hand and said with a kind smile, "No need for you to do it, sister. Let me feed you myself."

Katarina glared at Cassiopeia with hatred, wanting to rebuke her for her inhumanity, but seeing that everyone's eyes were on her, and not wanting to be laughed at, she forced herself to remain silent.

"Thank you so much, my dear sister," she said with a forced smile. She was seething with anger inside, but she still had to say thank you.