Void Beetle Evolution Guide

If the earth's crust were still a single, intact piece, like a ceramic tile, she could continue suppressing the monster without any problem. But now that the crust has shattered into dust, suppressing it won't be so easy. Weak points are everywhere; she needs to distribute her magic to every corner to prevent this mountain of flesh from bursting forth.

“No.” Kai’Sa gave a firm answer: “Syndra, we need your help. Fixing the bug requires elemental filling, and that’s the realm of sorcery runes.”

"Then who will suppress this monster? Rely on them? Or do I have to multitask?"

Syndra's words were harsh, but they were true. No one but her could suppress the Mountain of Flesh. Furthermore, besides repairing the world barrier, this massive hole required a large amount of earth elemental to fill, something that could only be done with the help of sorcery.

"Whether you accept it or not, this is the only path you have to choose."

"Damn it, you'll be responsible for the consequences if something goes wrong."

Syndra came down to help Kai'Sa and the others repair the barrier. Just as she shifted some of her attention to the regeneration pool, many giant tentacles burst forth from beneath the earth's crust, angrily whipping towards where they were.

Sephiroth's powerful limbs pushed off the ground, and his massive body roared as he lunged forward. Bodir, though much smaller, also charged forward without hesitation. The remaining two Protoss also fought with all their might, wielding blades of light that stretched a thousand meters long, battling the tentacles.

The tentacles were incredibly smooth, wreathed in purple arcs of electricity, remarkably similar to Vel'Koz's tentacles. When the Blade of Light struck them, a resounding clang of metal clashing against metal echoed, the two objects deflecting each other, and the resulting gash was repaired in a flash of lightning.

That wouldn't stop so many tentacles. Leona gripped the hilt of her sword in reverse, plunging the blade deep into her feet, forcing the agonizing monsters to concentrate their attacks on her. The Shield of Dawn stretched out its Eclipse Barrier, absorbing all the hatred, and was being relentlessly lashed by the tentacles; it probably wouldn't last much longer.

After Syndra joined Kai'Sa and others, the hard-won harmony of energy was disrupted. The power of the runes clashed, frequently causing strange phenomena.

"Calm down, Syndra!" A burst of brilliant colored light erupted around Kai'Sa as she shouted, still shaken.

"It's easy for you to talk when you're not the one suffering! How am I supposed to stay calm? Stop making sarcastic remarks!" In addition to suppressing the mountain of flesh, she also had to manipulate runes to resonate with others and control the transformation of elements, which was an enormous burden on her mind and body.

"Don't speak, just give your bodies to me."

Wild Hunt linked the minds of the group together, allowing them to share their thoughts and solving the most difficult problem of collaboration.

Syndra's anxiety was relieved, and Zoranny's voice in Katarina's mind gradually faded away. Then, the Wild Hunt's voice appeared in everyone's minds simultaneously, dispelling all distractions and soothing all doubts. It made them feel as if they were standing naked before each other, understanding each other without reservation.

With the support of others, Syndra became the embodiment of magic, manipulating all the elements around her. She could summon the sea or the earth with a single thought. And now, she only needed to do one thing: fill this hole.

She clasped her hands together, and the pool walls began to contract. Energy and matter clashed violently, countless dazzling arcs of electricity erupting at the boundary, resisting this elemental power. However, this could only slightly slow down the healing of the crack and had no real effect.

The Wild Hunt didn't open the champagne halfway through the ceremony; as expected, the mountain of flesh beneath their feet launched a fierce counterattack. To ensure the ritual's success, the Wild Hunt had the Nest Mother launch a suicide attack, biting a tentacle and exploding. Nami was also doing her best to manipulate the water with her staff, keeping the polluted seawater away from the group, even at the cost of being corroded by the poisonous water herself.

However, the monster launched an attack from an unexpected angle. A tentacle swiftly extended from the regeneration pool, bypassing the twin dragons and the Sun, Moon and Star Spirits outside, and launched a surprise attack on the four people who were focused on casting spells by the pool.

The Wild Hunt, fully focused and on guard, swept the four away with its giant claws. The tentacle, having missed its target, reached out towards the others. Caught off guard, Sephiroth was suddenly grabbed by the tail by a tentacle and dragged into the regeneration pool.

Even worse, the incredibly smooth tentacles instantly electrified her, shattering her consciousness. She didn't have time to resist, nor could she shrink into human form to escape. She was dragged into the pool unconscious.

Chapter 675 Saifei Returns

"Damn it!" Wild Hunt's curse was filled with helplessness. He had saved four people and didn't have time to save Sephie. He only managed to see her being dragged into the regeneration pool by the tentacles. Moreover, without Sephie transforming into human form, he couldn't possibly drag a thousand-meter-long sea dragon.

"Sephiroth!" The ice dragon Potil rushed to the edge of the regeneration pool, the wrinkles on her forehead vividly showing her incredulous expression.

She considered Sephiroth, who was also a dragon, as her biggest rival, but when Sephiroth died unexpectedly, she was the one who found it hardest to accept it.

Portil peered out, only to find nothing beneath the translucent liquid, and his heart sank.

“Sefir was dragged in; he probably won’t survive.” Katarina walked over, glanced inside, and stated her judgment almost ruthlessly. Kasha, meanwhile, lowered her head in thought, her furrowed brows suggesting she had sensed something amiss.

“She’s so big, how could she be completely dismembered in the blink of an eye?” Portil retorted, shouting.

“What you said makes sense. Let’s see what the Wild Hunt has to say.”

"I can't sense her presence, but I can't say for sure if she's gone. When Sephie went down, she was wearing armor, which should have lasted at least ten seconds; she shouldn't have melted away instantly." (The last part is a nonsensical string of characters and doesn't translate directly.)

Hearing Wild Hunt's words, a glimmer of hope rose in everyone's hearts. As long as they didn't see the moment the remains were disintegrated, there was still a chance.

"So what do we do now?"

"I'll go down and take a look." Just then, Kai'Sa made an unexpected decision.

"Hey, don't do anything rash," Cassiopeia advised. "This is too hasty. We don't even know what's going on down there. And if something happens to you, how can we continue the complete seal?"

“I’m only saying this because I’m sure.” Through her helmet, Kai’Sa pressed her hands to her face. “I once put my hands into the pool, and the price was purple markings on my face, marks left by the Void.”

"Heh, I was wondering why you always have that cat-like face." Syndra, who was suppressing Roshan, complained. She didn't need to take off her helmet; anyone who had seen Kai'Sa's face would never forget it.

“No, Kasha, you can’t go down.” The atmosphere had been built up to this point, but Wild Hunt firmly rejected Kasha’s suggestion. He offered the most rational solution: “Continue to seal the regeneration pool, but remember to leave an opening for Sephiroth. If she hasn’t come out in five minutes, then close the rift.”

Wild Hunt stuck his giant claw in to experiment, then lost control and sank right before everyone's eyes.

Kasha frowned at the sight, but ultimately said nothing, focusing instead on sealing the regeneration pool. Every second they wasted here would make the outcome even more unpredictable.

"Then she'll have to rely on herself?" Feeling a pang of sorrow, Portil asked the Wild Hunt in a trembling voice, "If someone else had fallen, would you have done the same?"

“I’ve already left a window open for her, so it’s not like I didn’t help her. Although I’m very reluctant, this is the most rational thing to do. Let’s pray that the amulet I prepared for her will work.”

"What amulet?" Just when Portil thought the Wild Hunt was going to abandon Sephiroth, he threw out a glimmer of hope.

"Go fight first, and you'll find out soon enough." Wild Hunt didn't answer; Portil's question had indeed stirred his emotions.

Anyone can make a mistake, but not Kai'Sa. Whether from an emotional or value-based perspective, the Wild Hunt doesn't want anything to happen to Kai'Sa.

Of course, this doesn't mean he can accept the casualties of other family members. That would severely damage morale and his prestige, implying he couldn't guarantee the safety of his family.

If their safety cannot be guaranteed, many of their relatives will become unwilling to risk their lives for them. Will he then force them to fight for him? Will they still be able to give their all then?

As Syndra's oppressive force weakened, the mountain of flesh beneath the earth's crust became active again, extending countless smooth, electrically charged tentacles. Leona and Diana struggled to hold on, unsure even to themselves whether they could survive the five-minute deadline set by the Wild Hunt.

To ensure the ritual could be completed, the Wild Hunt poured all its power into their bodies to fully strengthen their skin and armor.

The celestial weapon was desecrated; dark purple spiky tendrils crawled across the Shield of Dawn, forming a bulging monocular eye on the blazing sun ring at its top. After a brief moment of preparation, the cleaving ray shot out, slicing through the waving tentacles.

Their weapons had also turned corrupted, crackling with surging arcs of electricity and appearing exceptionally powerful. The two were quite surprised, but they remained focused on the battle before them. The Wild Hunt's enhancements did not disappoint them; although a single slash could not cleave the giant tentacles, the resulting arcs of electricity caused large areas of flesh to die.

Wild Hunt was thankful that his chosen followers were either filled with heroism or were astute enough to assess situations, not the kind of fools who would panic in the face of a threat. He could tell that the two Protoss hadn't completely submitted; it was their sense of mission and justice that had kept them here, and they would never desert and cause the deaths of everyone.

Less than five minutes later, the regeneration pool suddenly boiled. The four people around became alert, wary of tentacles reaching out from within again. But this time, what emerged was not tentacles, but a violent impact.

"It's Sephiroth! She's not dead!" Kasha exclaimed with delight, but then frowned. "Couldn't she have climbed up in human form? How could someone so big squeeze in?"

Feeling the vibrations from the constant impacts of the giant object, Kasha finally had the others loosen the seal and expand the outlet of the regeneration pool to release the people first.

After the passage was opened, the enormous bodies of the sea dragons filed out. Their skin and armor were no longer dark and dull; liquid energy flowed through the gaps in their scales, as if their entire bodies were soaked in pool water.

After a tail whip, Sephiroth veered and plunged straight down to the ground, crashing to the earth with a mountain-like roar, tumbling and emitting a heart-wrenching, frantic howl. Although the others were worried, sealing the regeneration pool was more important at this moment, and they had no time to worry about what had happened to her.

A tentacle reached out to Sephie, who frantically bit at it, venting her pain on the tentacle. She easily bit off the end of the tentacle, but this still did not alleviate her torment. Her thick forelimbs grabbed the tentacle and sprayed breath at the severed end.

The burst of light engulfed everything; what spewed from Sephiroth's mouth was not a torrent of water, but a beam of void energy!

"How much liquid energy did she drink...?" Wild Hunt was stunned. Under Sephiroth's ravages, the giant tentacle was completely corroded, leaving only a membrane full of holes.

The pain of her organs being burned was not effectively relieved, and she continued to breathe on the ground beneath her feet. The high-energy beams of light that shot out from her mouth easily penetrated the earth's crust and the fleshy mountain range below. The scattered energy points were swept into the air by the violent airflow, as if they would not stop until they burned the whole world through.

Chapter 676 Don't throw up, I'm scared

Sephiroth's continuous, venting breaths exerted a powerful suppressive effect on the Void Abnormality. With no wretched tentacles to stop them, the four rune-wielding individuals steadily advanced until the Regeneration Pool was finally sealed off.

At the same time, the void-derived life form that was centered on it also came to an end. Billions of tons of flesh and blood, radiating the pure energy of another dimension, merged into the darkness, seemingly being wiped away and stripped from this world by the world's consciousness.

With the world barrier repaired, the liquid energy in the pool will also be isolated, allowing earth elementals to be filled into the vacated bottomless pit. After Syndra finished repairing it, Kai'Sa reinforced it with her roots for added security.

"Stop vomiting, stop vomiting, it scares me to watch." Cassiopeia didn't dare to approach Sephiroth, who was still breathing heavily, and advised from a distance, "We just patched up one hole, don't make a new one."

Everyone's faces were grim, but Sephiroth was completely deaf to their words, or perhaps she simply couldn't stop. This continued for several more minutes before the light emanating from her mouth gradually subsided.

"You're going to die! How much liquid energy did you get injected with? How come your stomach didn't burn out? Did you evolve?" Cassiopeia's features were contorted. She suspected that Sephiroth had a regeneration pool inside her stomach.

Sephie tried to answer, but then vomited up a large amount of acid, her stomach acid filled with void energy that corroded the earth's crust. She collapsed to the ground, too exhausted to even lift her eyelids.

"Help...help me," she pleaded tremblingly, drooling and her tongue lolling out, looking utterly pathetic.

"Hmm? This is..." Kasha didn't treat Sephie immediately. She noticed that the acidic liquid brought out some unusual substances, and without minding the dirt, she went over and picked them up.

This thing is a dark purple viscous mass with self-awareness that keeps wriggling and expanding, rapidly transforming into various shapes with profound meanings, such as an enlarged gene chain, or a void mark with three eyes and three touches, or the shape of an embryonic bud. Occasionally, it will even conjure up eyes to observe her, which is extremely sinister.

"...It's a divine spark." Wild Hunt gasped. "How did you get it, Sephiroth?"

Seeing that Sephiroth had no strength to answer, Kaisa examined the clump of slime in her hand while using her runic power to infuse it with life force.

"Is this divinity? This is so bizarre. I thought it would be something more sacred."

“From a blasphemous point of view, this thing looks quite divine.”

"I didn't sense any divine power from it, so what is its purpose?"

After the battle, everyone relaxed considerably, whispering and exchanging opinions as they looked at the constantly changing gooey ball in Kai'Sa's hand.

Suddenly, without warning, Kasha squeezed the clump of slime tightly. Afraid that the slime would burst and splatter on her, they instinctively stepped back to avoid it.

Kaisa absorbed the slime without sensing any harm; she wasn't trying to become a god herself. Wild Hunt, being the master of the armor, meant that whoever absorbed the slime using their armor would ultimately evolve into Wild Hunt.

Everyone waited quietly for what was to come, even their breathing became softer.

The divine essence merged into the skin and armor, and the Wild Hunt was the first to receive a memory.

Divinity arises from a god's understanding of the universe, their contact with the relationships between various things in the universe, their understanding of the essence of things, and their mastery of various rules. By combining these with their own energy, they form divinity.

The divine essence is the core of a deity's power, and the vast majority of a deity's power depends on the divine essence. The divine essence is also a necessary tool for a deity to absorb and utilize the power of faith; it can also receive and process the prayers and requests of believers.

A divine spark is also a storage of a god's memories, possessing uniqueness and non-renewability. For example, if the Wild Hunt hadn't absorbed this divine spark, the Void Abnormality wouldn't have perished and would have been reborn quickly.

This memory could be expanded upon with many more pieces of information, but we'll leave those aside for now. What the Wild Hunt cares about most is which concept the Void Aberration's divinity corresponds to.

He still didn't understand why otherworldly beings from the void could be born with godhood. They didn't belong to this world, and it was unlikely that they would come from the empty void with godhood. Most likely, they were ancient godhoods that occupied Runeterra, or truth godhoods that were born by integrating the laws or powers of another world.

After repeated investigations, the Wild Hunt determined that the rule corresponding to the Void Deformed Deity should be "reproduction." Not destruction, nor hunger, which are compatible with it, but reproduction…

“How could it be breeding…” Wild Hunt muttered to himself.

Although the Void's army can multiply rapidly, it doesn't increase its numbers through normal reproduction. Even if it uses living organisms as a breeding ground to incubate its offspring, the offspring are still born from the host's flesh and blood, which are then converted into the biomass needed to build their bodies; there is no developmental process involved.

However, if we consider the transformation of food into nutrients in the digestive system, and the transfer of nutrients from the mother to the infant, as a form of transformation, then the transformation of the void is a super-fast version, completely simplifying and skipping the cumbersome steps, directly outputting the result. (The remaining text appears to be nonsensical and unrelated to the main topic.)

“A distorted concept.” Wild Hunt sighed.

This is not good news. It means that the Void is gradually adapting to and taking control of the rules of this world. If they can understand how the world works, they can change the rules, launch an attack from a higher dimension, and form a combined attack with a massive number of lower-level creations.

"How was it?" Kasha asked excitedly, still hoping for a good result.

"The Void is eroding the laws of the world, and this breeding of divine essence is a product of distortion. I originally thought that reinforcing the True Ice would keep the Watchers frozen indefinitely, but it seems that even when they are sealed, they have not stopped eroding the world; they have simply moved from the superficial to a deeper level," Wild Hunt replied.

"Does this mean a decisive battle is needed to break the ice?"

"Maybe so, but we can't let Lissandra drag this on forever."

Everyone fell silent. The reward after the great battle was another great battle, and no one was happy to hear that.

"Relax, it's not like we gained nothing at all." Wild Hunt comforted the group: "This divine spark has opened up the upper limit of my evolution. Although it's not very suitable for me, I can still integrate it to obtain a divine spark that suits me."

The distorted reproductive deity is not suited for the Wild Hunt, and he can forget about those powerful deities. One should not forget one's roots; what he desires more is a deity like "symbiosis," to become a god of symbiosis.

"That's great! The deepest abyss has been sealed, and the armor can continue to evolve. We should be happy. The war is never-ending, so let's leave those things for later. Right now, we should celebrate!"

"Yes, yes, the Merfolk have finally completed their mission of guarding the Abyss, and I can't wait to share this good news with my people. Let's all go back and celebrate together; the Merfolk will definitely treat our heroes to a good meal."

"Alright, once Sephiroth has the strength, she'll go back and see how the merfolk's new home is going."

Kaisa's bitter expression vanished, replaced by genuine joy for the Wild Hunt. Nami also extended an invitation to celebrate, which the group readily accepted.

This result sparked reflection among the family members, who were all different individuals with different perspectives. Only Portilo delved into a completely unexplored direction—

Does the Wild Hunt obtaining the divine power of reproduction mean that they can have children with them from now on?

Chapter 677 After the Great Battle

The group arrived at the new settlement of the Merfolk. Given the extent to which the Merfolk had modified the environment, their new home was almost indistinguishable from the original one, with virtually no trace of habitation.

The transplanted sea anemones are still small; it will be a long time before they grow large enough to burrow into people. The coral tower is just a base; all of these require a long period of cultivation to create a landscape where nature and human intervention blend perfectly.

Everyone else found it uninteresting, but Kasha carefully observed along the way, enriching her understanding of ecology.

They celebrated with Nami, received a heartfelt thank you, took some seafood, and left without staying for a meal.

After all, it's impossible to cook in the sea, and it would be too much to ask land dwellers to eat raw food with the merfolk. Besides, they don't need to constantly listen to others' gratitude and flattery.

They didn't go ashore; instead, Katarina used runes to acquire a ship after floating to the surface. This ship was none other than the Royal Palace, which Kai'Sa had obtained from Shark Jack of Drift City a long time ago.

The King's Palace looks dilapidated, with a crooked, rusty chimney, a deck pieced together in different colors, and a creaking rudder. But its ability to dive into the abyss and teleport through turbulent currents is incredibly useful. With it, you can instantly reach any known sea area, even the deep sea.

However, the Royal Palace has been abandoned at Bilgewater Port ever since it was damaged in the battle with Folgo. This ship was a reward SharkJack received from Tam, and the only way to repair it is to go to that demon. But if he actually asks Tam to fix it, Tam will definitely find an excuse to impound it indefinitely, letting it rot away.

Katarina had no use for a wrecked ship, so she simply repaired the Royal Palace. Although it was still dilapidated after the repairs, at least its most important functions were restored, and it stopped leaking.

"Is this ship damaged? Or was it always war-damaged?" Cassiopeia curiously reached out to touch the moss-covered railing. Everyone except Nami, who had come to see them off, boarded the ship.

“That’s how it’s supposed to be, and this should be called a wasteland style.” A voice rang out on the deck, drawing the attention of all the women.

Wild Hunt appeared on the deck without warning, a smile playing on his lips as he met everyone's gaze. The women, however, blushed and looked away, or covered their eyes with their hands.

Because he was naked, his broad and clean chest reflected the sunlight like marble, his precisely defined contours were like a sculpture, full of artistic flair, and the ferocious beast below was also proudly erect, its reddish-black color full of masculine spirit.