Void Beetle Evolution Guide

Katarina knew perfectly well that Renekton's actions were exactly what Azir wanted him to do, and that he must have tacitly approved of it, wanting to unsettle her. Therefore, she had to maintain an unwavering demeanor.

"Renkerton, step back." Azir's command made the Crocodile God grit his teeth and step back.

Looking at Katarina, who was still standing in front of the hall, Azir said, "Little girl, you should go back. It's not that I don't want to help you, but the Void is Shurima's greatest threat, and we've been looking for a solution, but it's definitely not something we should do now. Besides, my power is closely related to the Sun Disk, and I'm not as strong as you think if I'm far away."

Does Azir not want to leave the city? No, he can't leave the city.

His power is highly bound to the solar disk; if he leaves the disk's range, his divine power will be greatly reduced. This is also why he didn't participate in the battle during the previous capture; his role in guarding the main city was far more important than going on the expedition.

Otherwise, what city in the world could withstand the endless siege of sand soldiers? Would he still worry about not being able to reclaim the coastal city occupied by Noxus?

Azir thought this reason would deter Katarina, but she gave him a completely unexpected answer.

"What if I said I could move the sun disk there?"

“A king’s word is law. Did you think about the consequences before making such a joke?” Azir’s eyes narrowed. He didn’t believe this girl could do what even he couldn’t.

However, reality often unfolds in ways one doesn't want to believe. Katarina raised her golden right hand, and Azir on the throne immediately felt the sun disk hovering above the city slowly begin to rotate.

"How could this be!" Azir was shocked, and his breathing suddenly quickened in the empty hall.

He couldn't believe that anyone other than himself could control the sun disk, and for a moment his murderous intent was so strong that he could hardly contain it.

This was a challenge to his divine authority, and regardless of whether Katarina could actually move the sun disk there, he had to take it seriously.

What if she could? What if she stole the Sun Disk? The thought of that outcome was unbearable for Azir.

Without the disc, what kind of God-Emperor is he? If his Dark Ones wanted to rebel, he might not even be able to suppress them.

"How did you do that?" Azir forced himself to calm down and questioned as he stood up again.

"If you grant my request, I will tell you." Through coercion and enticement, Katarina did everything she could. Negotiation was Cassiopeia's forte, but she preferred to make a few harsh words and then resort to violence.

Azir, sitting on the throne, sighed deeply, gripped his staff and sword, and descended the steps: "It seems you've made up your mind to pull me into your camp."

Nasus, hearing that he seemed to be giving in, anxiously tried to dissuade him: "Your Majesty, please reconsider! If anything happens to you, Shurima will be completely finished! If you absolutely must go, then let this old minister do it in your stead!"

“Nasus, you don’t need to say anything. I know the stakes very well.” Azir walked forward without looking back: “If they make a mistake, we, with our few remaining troops, won’t be able to withstand the Void’s raging tide. It would be better to unite from the beginning and crush it in one fell swoop.”

The God-Emperor, clad in eagle armor, approached Katarina and gave her a deep, condescending look: "I still don't like to hand my fate over to others. You've gotten what you wanted, and I'll begin planning this operation."

“Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty. It’s settled then.” Katarina placed several test tubes containing blood into Azir’s claws, then bowed her head and retreated back into the portal.

She was terrified and didn't know that no sooner had she left than Aatrox led a group of Darkin into the hall.

"Your Majesty, are you alright?!" He had come to save his lord because he had heard Renekton's roar and thought the latter had gone mad and attacked Azir.

But he soon realized something was wrong, and he sniffed the air, muttering to himself, "Strange, why does the main hall have a familiar smell..."

I don't know if he was referring to the Void or Zolani, but that doesn't matter anymore.

Azir looked at them, forcing a helpless smile: "You've come at the right time. I have good news for you. My most loyal warriors, you may ascend to heaven at a later date."

Chapter 681 Reward Time

"Well done, Katarina." Katarina was greeted with praise from the Wild Hunt as she returned from the portal.

"I have fulfilled my mission." Katarina clenched her fist in front of her chest, trying to appear calm, but in reality, she was already sweating profusely.

It's not easy to remain calm in the face of the oppressive presence of three Ascended beings, especially when she keeps provoking you. Putting herself in her shoes, she felt that Azir was about to suddenly attack and kill her.

The stench from the gaping maw of fangs still seemed to linger around her. Katarina had been in a state of readiness for battle, and the cold sweat she was covered in was the result of her muscles being tense for so long.

Even with the runes around her, she still felt a pang of unease. She had only recently acquired this power and hadn't yet made it her source of confidence.

Wild Hunt noticed that she wasn't as calm as she appeared and gave a mischievous smile: "Looks like you're well-suited for this kind of coercive work. I'll leave all the similar tasks to you from now on."

"Stop it, I'm terrified!" Katarina's expression immediately changed. She remembered that the skin armor could actually sense the host's physical condition, and her true feelings were impossible to hide from the Wild Hunt's eyes.

"Oh? Is that so? Then come here and let me check if you've peed your pants." The Wild Hunt's amused expression and lewd command sent a shiver down Katarina's spine.

Did she hear that right? Check if she peed her pants from fright... Does that mean... she has to put her hand inside... that place? She was so shocked that her thoughts went blank.

"That was just an exaggeration, not true," she hurriedly explained, her legs planted firmly on the ground, her body already on high alert.

"Come here." But Wild Hunt ignored her explanation and beckoned her over.

"No. No way..." The thought of her privacy being violated made Katarina's legs freeze, and she stubbornly remained silent, clenching her teeth.

“Every time I ask you to do something like this, you put on a deadpan expression.” Wild Hunt scolded, then changed the subject: “Looks like you still remember what I said… I told you I love the way you look, resentful but forced to obey.”

Katarina's face flushed instantly, realizing her thoughts had been read. Wild Hunt suddenly pulled her into the cabin and pressed her against the door, creating a secluded space just for the two of them. His imposing chest pressed against hers, and Katarina was instantly overwhelmed, letting him grope her freely.

Wild Hunt reached between Katarina's legs, slipping effortlessly inside her armor. His middle finger slipped between her thighs and touched the tightly closed vulva beneath.

A plump, juicy cardamom bud rested on his fingertip, and he gently stroked it a few times. Katarina's body began to sway. She kept shrinking back, but there was a wall behind her, leaving her nowhere to hide.

"Wet and sticky. Oh dear, I only said one sentence, and you're already in heat?"

"..." Katarina stood frozen in place without answering.

Her expression of gritting her teeth and enduring without daring to refuse was really funny, like she was under a spell, making one unable to resist the wicked thought of wanting to completely tame her.

"I can tell you really like it when I use force, but you should be rewarded for doing a good job."

To Katarina's surprise, Wild Hunt didn't follow his usual domineering style, roughly tearing open her bra and roughly fondling her two full, snowy breasts. Instead, he slowly squatted down, tearing off his lower body armor like tattered stockings, then spreading his legs and bringing his face close.

"What are you doing? Isn't checking with your hands enough?" Katarina's voice trembled with surprise, but she didn't squeeze her legs together to resist. (The rest of the text appears to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated.)

"Let me taste you."

Taste? How do you taste it? Before Katarina could react, Wild Hunt had already lowered his head and kissed her.

His lips enveloped her engorged nipple, sucking on it like a baby sucking on a pacifier. The moist, warm touch of his lips and tongue made her moan with pleasure.

"No...don't do this!" Katarina covered her mouth in alarm, wanting to say that it was unacceptable, that she was unworthy. It was always the case that subordinates served their masters; how could the Wild Hunt deign to serve her?

“I told you, this is your reward.” Wild Hunt ignored her, his tongue teasing, licking, sucking, and biting relentlessly. The successive pleasures turned into tingling electric currents, making Katarina lose her mind and her legs tremble uncontrollably.

She quickly succumbed to the pleasure, biting her lip, a wanton allure appearing on her fierce yet delicate face. Her body unconsciously shifted position, rising on tiptoe, legs spread wide, pubic bone thrusting forward to welcome the hunter's penetration.

Wild Hunt showed no mercy, his nimble tongue plunging directly into the clam's flesh, the salty, moist taste of the sea immediately bursting on her taste buds. A cavity formed between her upper and lower lips, each suck producing a soft, gurgling sound, keeping the blush on Katarina's face from fading.

Each lick of his tongue teased Katarina's sensitive nerves, causing her tight, tight passage to spasm under the stimulation. Wild Hunt quickly moved his head away, inserting his fingers and probing rapidly; otherwise, Katarina would have licked his entire head.

The layers of pleasure surged forth like a torrent, soaking Wild Hunt's palms and the backs of his hands. Her body went limp, while Wild Hunt stood up.

Ignoring the spasms after her orgasm, Katarina quickly grabbed Wild Hunt's hand, put her love-scented fingers in her mouth to clean them, and tried to lift her dazed eyes to beg for his forgiveness.

Her long, scarlet hair fell loosely, warm, firm, and moist, accompanied by pleading licking and swallowing. Licking her fingers brought her more mental pleasure, so she watched the Wild Hunt intently as he constantly adjusted his expression.

"You've learned your lesson, huh?" Wild Hunt patted her head and teased, "Did you learn this trick from Cassiopeia, or did you want to do it yourself?"

Katarina shook her head. Cassiopeia was always giving her attitude, so even if she didn't want to learn, she had already learned it.

“Not bad, let me tell you a secret, even Cassiopeia doesn’t get this kind of treatment.” He pressed down hard on Katarina’s tongue, the underside of her tongue getting stuck against her teeth, creating a cutting pain that made Katarina’s eyebrows twist slightly. Then she raised her eyelids in surprise. That slut Cassiopeia actually had a position she hadn’t tried yet.

Catalyzed by the pain, the overflowing saliva inadvertently filled the entire mouth, flowing out from the gaping mouth, dripping down the sharp jaw and onto the floor, mixing with the flood that had been spraying down earlier.

“Let me serve you, I will swallow it all.” Katarina tried to express her wishes, and fearing that she could not speak clearly, she reached out and touched the tent that was bulging between Wild Hunt’s legs.

This wasn't the first time she'd done something like this; she'd even sucked her fingers as a warm-up, so she figured making Wild Hunt feel good shouldn't be a problem.

Chapter 682 Replenishing Energy

Katarina had already tried her best to lower herself, crouching down beneath the Wild Hunt as if begging for mercy, her gaze straining upwards to look at his face through the tent.

Even from this angle, the man's features are flawless.

His handsome face always wore a wicked smile, like a spiderweb of desire, drawing her deeper and deeper, until even her heart and soul were captivated. His broad chest was like a plain cast of marble, smooth, firm, and full of security, making even this strong woman want to lean recklessly into his arms. (The last two lines appear to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated text.)

As for the behemoth hidden beneath the tent, Katarina had tasted its power. It had forcefully smashed through her city gates, bringing her the ultimate humiliation, but now it was the weapon she desired most, something she wanted to seize and nurture in her empty scabbard.

"You've gotten addicted to it, haven't you?" Wild Hunt patted Katarina's cheek. "Go sit on the bed."

Although she didn't understand why she had to squat, Katarina obediently did as she was told, climbing onto the bed with her buttocks off the ground and hugging her knees, watching the Wild Hunt walk towards her with a hint of anticipation in her heart.

"Spread your legs." Wild Hunt glanced at her, pinching his chin, showing no intention of doing it himself.

Upon hearing this, Katarina bit her lip until it bled. Given the height of the bed, Wild Hunt could probably see every hair there without even looking down, showing absolutely no regard for her sense of shame.

She stood on her tiptoes and opened her thighs to a split. Her heels pressed against her buttocks, and her fair and slender thighs curled up like a frog, revealing the contours of her strong and firm muscles, making her look even more muscular than usual.

Katarina's hand slowly moved down, touching the inner thigh through the damaged skin and nails. The thin second skin was already soaked with a dark patch of moisture, vaguely revealing the full, plump contours below.

She ripped off the stockings that were still attached to her thighs, completely revealing the secret between her legs. Two thick, plump labia were tightly closed, their color a deep, ripe red, still lingering in the afterglow.

As she opened her legs further, the previously tightly closed crevice was fully revealed. Pinch each side of the labia with two fingers and pull them outward, the layers of flesh bloomed like a flower's heart, revealing the tender, moist flesh inside, covered with glistening nectar.

"Can't wait for me to put it in, huh?" Wild Hunt whistled, pressing his hand closer to that warm, moist place. His fingers maliciously flicked the sensitive clitoris, sending a slight shiver down her spine.

Katarina gritted her teeth and remained silent, a symbolic act of resistance. Even with her lower body exposed, her gaze never left the Hunter's face, stubbornly trying to exploit his weaknesses.

As Wild Hunt opened the tent, the ferocious beast leaped out, leaving a powerful trail in the air. A strong masculine aura wafted out, and the visual impact, like an invisible wave of flames, made Katarina, who was crouching on tiptoe, lose her balance.

She swayed back and forth, trying to balance herself, but in the end she leaned forward and grabbed the handle. She quickly switched her hand to hold Wild Hunt's waist, which helped her regain her balance, but she was still trembling from the hot, firm touch.

"Has he been holding back for a long time? He usually acts all abstinent, but I never expected him to be like a piece of dry tinder, ready to ignite at any moment."

Katarina was now speechless. If she continued to be teased like this, she felt like she was going to turn into a slut like Cassiopeia.

"Enough talk, let's get this over with quickly." Katarina, wanting a swift resolution, adjusted her posture, positioning the entrance to her garden directly against the muzzle of the gun. The friction of her moist, soft flesh against her sensitive tip sent shivers down her spine.

She leaned back, bracing herself on the bed with one hand for balance, while the other gripped the base of his penis. She then deliberately tightened the entrance, letting him feel the powerful suction of the muscles squeezing together. Crystalline love juice overflowed, soaking his entire length.

Such a warm invitation was too much for the Wild Hunt to refuse. Katarina had made all the preparations—lubrication, calibration—everything was ready. So he grabbed her legs and thrust forward with his hips.

The warm, moist sensation enveloped him, the tightness almost maddening, causing Wild Hunt to involuntarily gasp. He could clearly feel the texture and temperature of every inch of her alluring flesh, which clung and sucked at him frantically, guiding him deeper.

"Ugh—" Katarina tilted her sweaty neck back and let out a muffled groan. Even though it had been vigorously explored by the Wild Hunt, the passage was still as tight as a virgin's, and now it was stretched to its limit, with the edges turning an alluring bright red.

"Slow down..." Feeling the emptiness inside being gradually filled, she placed one hand on Wild Hunt's lower abdomen to apply pressure and stop him from going any deeper. "Don't go in so deep right away."

That being said, the area below was honestly contracting and greedily swallowing, trying to draw it deeper.

Wild Hunt suddenly stopped, feeling the muzzle of the gun pressed against a strangely soft spot—the entrance to the inner chambers.

Katarina groaned, her body going limp. Her toes could barely support her weight, but she had to hold on, or the spear she had finally managed to sheath would slip out.

"Don't stop..." Instead, she slightly raised her waist, allowing Wild Hunt to penetrate even deeper. The soft, yielding touch of her cervix enveloped her, greedily kissing the tip.

Sensing Katarina's initiative, the Wild Hunt also began to thrust his hips. From stillness to frenzied pounding, the frequency increased, each thrust reaching straight to the cervix.

Katarina thought she could adapt, but she soon realized she was very wrong.

Aside from the initial tentative steps to clear the way, her brain still had time to process the tingling sensation in her lower abdomen. However, as she adapted to the size and shape of the Wild Hunt, she began to find herself unable to bear the gradually overflowing pleasure.

The powerful impacts came in waves, one after another, often before she was even ready for the next attack. Her thoughts were thrown into chaos, and instinct began to take over her body, releasing all her pent-up desires like a torrent, leaving the place where they were joined in a mess.

"It's coming out! Ugh—!" As the scalding hot ammunition gushed out, Katarina's scarred eyes widened suddenly, letting the pleasure wash over her entire body.

She bit her lower lip, trying to suppress the moan that was about to escape her lips. The warm ammunition slammed into her tender cervix, arousing a strong tingling pleasure, and each ejaculation made her body tremble uncontrollably.

Her trembling lower abdomen greedily extracted every drop of essence, tightly gripping the throbbing dragon, like countless tiny mouths sucking, emitting soft, watery sounds of swallowing sweet dew.

After struggling to maintain that position for half a minute, and confirming that Wild Hunt had fired all the ammunition, Katarina finally collapsed backward onto the bed. At that moment, her toes were so numb that she couldn't feel them anymore.

Just as she was about to breathe a sigh of relief, she noticed thick white stains flowing from the not-yet-fully-closed entrance. She quickly lifted her legs, keeping them in a knee-hugging position, and slipped a small hand between her legs to cover her private parts.

Katarina was only trying to stop the liquid from spilling. Under the Wild Hunt's tutelage, she had developed the habit of drinking the fluids that came from their union every time. However, the Wild Hunt's fiery gaze seemed to misunderstand her actions.

"It's a bit too late to start thinking about covering it up after you've already done a round."

Before Katarina could explain, Wild Hunt grabbed her leg and started the second round without further ado.

"Stop thinking about anything else. I've arranged a very tight schedule for you. Hurry up and replenish your energy."

Chapter 683 Katarina and Ahri

After receiving the reward, Katarina immediately rushed to her next destination.

Her next stop is the Vessag Vault, a hidden location on the Shadow Isles, which is also Ahri's home.

Since inheriting this legacy, Ahri has devoted most of her time to completing the research on the Vessag tribe. It has been a long time since she went to the Garden of Forgetfulness to help Lilia find someone in the dream.

On this day, she was experimenting as usual on how to perfectly and flawlessly import the memory orb into the golem, trying to allow the dead to continue their lives in another way.

Such forbidden experiments, which defy the laws of life and death, are usually not permitted by Death. However, because the Shadow Isles were once afflicted by the Curse of Ruin, many remnants of the curse still linger, creating an opportunity for such experiments. Kindred was too busy to pay attention to Ahri's little schemes.

The laboratory was illuminated by the light emitted from the amethyst, the portal blending seamlessly into the dim environment. Ahri rubbed her eyes, thinking she was seeing things. "Are you free, Yongxiang? Are you free, Lin Zai Zai?"

"Oh dear, why are people here at this hour? I haven't washed my hair for days, it's all greasy, and my tail fur is all tangled. What am I going to do?" Ahri panicked at the thought that her current appearance might spoil Wild Hunt's fun, and her ears drooped.

When someone spends too much time alone, they often neglect to maintain their appearance. Ahri is a prime example of this; she became so unkempt because she stayed indoors and distanced herself from interpersonal relationships.

Another reason is that washing up in the secret vault is not very convenient, and she had never been so unconcerned about her appearance during the time she lived alone on the fringes of human society.

However, Ahri's concerns vanished upon seeing that only one woman emerged from the portal. The red-haired woman squinted, surveying her surroundings, her gaze drawn to the golems moving about in the distance, and she didn't immediately notice Ahri.