Void Beetle Evolution Guide

Ahri crept up to him and immediately smelled a pungent, almost erotic scent. It turned out the other person was just as uninhibited as she was, not caring much about their image, and thus decided to flirt with her.

"Cassiopeia, why don't you shower after you've just finished having fun? I can smell your stench from a mile away. Are you here to show off?" Ahri chuckled rudely, but when the red-haired woman turned to face her, she noticed something was wrong and her smile froze on her face. "Huh, what's that scar over your eye?"

"Ahri, right? I'm Katarina, the older sister of that slut you're talking about." Katarina's eye twitched, and she responded with a self-deprecating laugh.

Katarina turned her head and sniffed her shoulder, only smelling a faint scent of sweat. She inwardly scoffed at how sensitive the Vastayan's nose was. This was the first time she had met Ahri.

It's true what they say, birds of a feather flock together. It's all Wild Hunt's fault for dumping her here without giving her any rest time; soon her reputation will be just as bad as her sister's.

"Uh... I'm sorry." Seeing the other person sniffing her shoulder, Ahri scratched her head and chuckled awkwardly, "I shouldn't have said those things. I finally met a living person, and I couldn't help but talk too much. Don't mind me."

“It’s okay, I’m used to it. Although Cassiopeia and I aren’t twins, we’re often mistaken for each other because we look alike.”

“They really do look alike, practically identical. So, Katarina, what brings you here?” Ahri brushed it off. She had only met Cassiopeia once, let alone her sister, so she definitely wasn’t here to play around.

"The Wild Hunt sent me to find you, to see what kind of help you can offer in the upcoming war." Katarina's gaze fell on the golems, feeling she had found her target, and she pointed at them, asking, "Can they be used in the war?"

What kind of war?

Katarina explained it to Ahri.

“If the enemy is the void, then no army of mortals can be put into this war. So you want my golems to replace the role of the army.” Ahri pondered, rubbing her chin, then helplessly spread her hands: “The idea is good, but unfortunately I don’t have many golems here, not enough for the war’s consumption.”

To her surprise, Katarina shook her head, having other plans. "No, I don't need many, just the best... It would be best if you took your strongest one with you."

"What use could a golem be?" Ahri asked, puzzled.

"The runes that control creation are on me. As long as there is a sample, I can keep copying them. So you just need to give me the strongest golem. You can also tell me what parts you are missing, and I will collect them for you."

"I see." Ahri looked at Katarina with newfound respect; someone who could obtain runes was definitely not simple. "In that case, I'll remove all the utility modules and replace them with attack and defense modules to create a super golem for you."

So Ahri manipulated the memory orb in her hand, causing the golems to stop what they were doing and go to the warehouse to bring back various materials to start building the giant golem.

"This may take some time. Come see me again in a few days."

……

Meanwhile, the Wild Hunt arrived at Frostguard Fortress, the northernmost point of Freljord.

Lissandra is either soothing the sleeping watchers in the Hall of Nine Venerables or issuing her coldest pronouncements in the vaulted hall deep within the fortress.

She sat enthroned on the Frost Throne, with a group of devout Frost Priests kneeling below. Ever since the Blind Witch regained her sight, these priests dared not look up at her face, for fear of being caught in the slightest disrespect by the matriarch's gaze.

Looking at the group of devout Frost Priests kneeling in worship below the stage, Wild Hunt did not rush to show himself. Instead, he had some despicable thoughts about the large beauty on the Frost Throne.

Thanks to him, after removing the heavy horned helmet covering her eyes, Lissandra began to show her true face. Her ascetic face held an unapproachable elegance, her pale hair was meticulously braided into a long plait, wrapped around her front and hung down from her shoulders, her eyes revealed a dark indifference, as if her heart had long been frozen by extreme ice.

Although the witch's skin was darkened by the black ice, it did not detract from her perfect figure—a masterpiece sculpted through countless reshapings, every curve seemingly meticulously crafted. She wore a long robe of ice armor, which, while not overtly erotic, added an air of untouchable taboo due to her presence in the hall.

Wild Hunt put his idea into action, his hands quietly covering the pair of large, snowy peaks. They hadn't sagged despite Lissandra's near-eternal age; instead, they remained as firm as ancient icebergs. Wild Hunt kneaded them vigorously, causing Lissandra's chest to rise and fall noticeably.

Chapter 684 Reunion with Lissandra

The sudden movement in her chest interrupted Lissandra's speech, but fortunately, her authority was already deeply ingrained in people's minds, and no one dared to look up at her during the pause. Her Galakrond, wearing a helmet that covered her eyes, had her back to her, so no one noticed her unusual behavior.

"You bastard, don't you know the place?" Lissandra cursed the Wild Hunt inwardly, but her chiseled jaw and cracked black lips continued to issue a cold, unchanging order: hurry up and finish this PUA conference so she could confront him.

Lissandra's composure wasn't due to her extensive experience allowing her to remain calm in any situation. Quite the opposite, after the Wild Hunt took her virginity, which was as exquisite as fine wine, he never visited her again. As a result, she had only ever been with the Wild Hunt, leading this eight-thousand-year-old spinster to begin to doubt whether her charm was insufficient, which was why she had no repeat customers.

However, that time the location happened to be right under the nose of the sealed monitor. She had even been cheated on in the most dangerous places in the world, so what else could make her panic?

Seeing that the Frost Witch did not react to his lewdness, the Wild Hunt's actions became increasingly unrestrained and daring. Under his kneading, her cold, smooth, and elastic round breasts were transformed into various lewd shapes.

Lissandra is three or four meters tall, and her breasts are naturally towering and enormous. Wild Hunt felt as if he was holding two basketballs. Just by holding up the Southern Hemisphere and dribbling the ball up and down with his left and right hands, he could exercise his arms like he was lifting dumbbells.

He dribbled the ball gently, which instead triggered a strong rebound, causing it to sway and tremble, creating an exaggerated wave of breasts, as tempting and delicious as blueberry jelly. The iceberg seemed to melt under the influence of gravity, turning into an ocean of milk and flesh, overflowing from between his fingers, pressing down so heavily that even the Wild Hunt's two hands could not hold it back.

Lissandra, increasingly restless after being manipulated by the Wild Hunt, hastily ended the meeting and dismissed all her subordinates. As the doors slowly closed, the vaulted ceiling returned to its dim silence, with only a few rays of light shining from the clear night sky above.

"Get out here! You filthy, shameless, absurd, and impolite scoundrel!" Snowflakes drifted slowly down from the sky, and Lissandra's voice echoed through the empty hall, sounding all the more chilling.

The sheer volume of adjectives clearly shows that Lissandra is truly enraged. She, so high and mighty, has never been so humiliated before.

Wild Hunt appeared fearlessly in response. Lissandra originally wanted to teach him a lesson and show him what respect was, but seeing his seemingly more handsome appearance, she was momentarily captivated by his good looks and abandoned the idea.

At this moment, she was not only grateful that the Wild Hunt had healed her eyes, allowing her to see who had taken her virginity, but she was also willing to have her body played with a few more times.

"Long time no see, Lissandra. Aren't you glad to see me?" The Wild Hunt, with skin as thick as a city wall, calmly walked towards Lissandra when she didn't make a move immediately, and then unceremoniously sat on her lap.

The Iceborn chieftain sat on her icy throne, while he used her as a giant human chair. The witch's body was incredibly cold, unbearable for most, but fortunately, the Wild Hunt was not afraid of the cold.

His flat stomach was like a contoured chair back, drawing his entire spine in, like a mother's cradle cradling him. His plump thighs were like soft, fleshy cushions, and his head rested on his towering snow-capped peaks, nestled perfectly in the deep groove. While comfortable, it wasn't suitable for prolonged sitting, otherwise the pressure on the back of his head would cause problems with his cervical spine.

"You're certainly not being polite. I never said I'd accept you as a blood pact member. Even for the most favored blood pact, such offensive behavior is undoubtedly an overstepping of bounds." Lissandra remained unmoved, maintaining her proper composure, yet her tacit approval was the greatest indulgence. You wish you had Lin Kong, but Lin Zai Zai isn't here...

"What blood oath? I reinforced the Watcher's seal for you and healed your eyes. Such a great favor deserves to be treated as an honored guest, right?" Wild Hunt didn't care at all, stroking his smooth thighs with both hands and casually adjusting the two breasts on his shoulders as if adjusting the back of a chair.

"So that's your reason for sitting on me?" Lissandra scoffed. "I only cooperated with you once, and I'm warning you not to push your luck and test my patience again."

“It’s more than just cooperation, isn’t it? We even fused together intimately once, have you forgotten?” As he spoke, Wild Hunt’s hand reached towards the abyss. Lissandra frowned, grabbed his erratic arm with her large hand, and lifted him high, almost lifting Wild Hunt up by the neck.

“If you say anything more outrageous, I don’t mind turning you into an ice sculpture in my collection. You don’t come here without a reason, so tell me your purpose.” She warned, turning Wild Hunt around to face her with his arms in a sling, her icy gaze fixed on his eyes, past his towering breasts.

"So, partner, have you noticed anything unusual about the monitor lately?"

Wild Hunt directly brought up the topic that Lissandra cared about most, and then, while she was frowning in thought, he suddenly lifted the collar of her robe, exposing a large area of ​​her dark skin to the cold air.

The dark hemisphere was exceptionally large, as if wrapped in a layer of fine black silk, with two large purple grapes standing out conspicuously, arousing the predatory appetite of the predator.

He leaned forward and nestled into her ample bosom, burying his head deep within her large, firm breasts. The cool, lingering scent of plum blossoms filled his nostrils with each breath, bringing a refreshing sensation akin to an explosion of mint.

After taking a long, deep breath, Wild Hunt lowered his head and began sucking on the pacifier with complete absorption, his tongue circling and licking it, before blowing a breath onto the two luscious, juicy nipples.

The moist saliva evaporated quickly with the airflow, and stimulated by the resulting coolness, the two large grapes swelled up at a visible speed, becoming unusually excited and firm.

"Mmm~" Lissandra gradually began to react, letting out a soft moan from deep within her nose, her head tilting slightly to one side, her long hair obscuring her cold, hard profile.

It is true that the Wild Hunt violated her, but her subconscious belief in female superiority and male inferiority was at play, and she was more inclined to regard it as a kind of gender-swapped service.

Which man wouldn't want to have some intimate moments with a beautiful woman? As the female chieftain, she wouldn't refuse a handsome man to soothe her lonely body, especially one who had taken her virginity.

The duties of the watcher take far higher priority than personal enjoyment; otherwise, if the two could be done simultaneously, Lissandra would definitely have pushed the Wild Hunt aside entirely.

Thus, a strange situation arose where she was trying to think while allowing the Wild Hunt to cause trouble, and the Wild Hunt was groping her while waiting for her reply.

Chapter 685 Borrowing Troops from Lissandra

Lissandra carefully recalled and pondered, but still found no unusual behavior from the monitors. "They have been sleeping peacefully in the dream I created, without any sign of waking up, and I have also reinforced the True Ice Seal that melted in the Hall of Nine Venerables."

After regaining her sight, the first thing Lissandra did was to personally inspect the seal. Normally, she would send people down at dawn and dusk each year to check if the True Ice Seal had melted, but now that she could see, there was no need to have someone else do it; otherwise, if something went wrong and a corpse fell down there, it could cause trouble.

The inspection revealed a problem. The markings on the nine statues had faded, indicating that the True Ice was melting. Fortunately, it was discovered in time, and Lissandra had already purified the eroded black ice within. Apart from this, she found nothing else unusual.

"You better not let me find out you're lying to me."

"Why would I lie to you?" Wild Hunt Pine said, then buried his head in his deep purple ice grapes again. "I recently took care of an embryonic-level Watcher. Guess what I found in the corpse?"

"The Watcher...an embryo?" Lissandra repeated, the concept still very abstract to her. How exactly did those behemoths reproduce, that there was even such a thing as an embryo? But even if it was very young, it was still a Watcher, one of the most powerful beings in the Void, not to be underestimated in the slightest.

“You overestimate me. I’ve never killed a Watcher, how would I know what’s inside its corpse?” Lissandra retorted. However, the good news that the Watcher had been killed still excited her, and she became more lenient with the Wild Hunt, letting him play with her pair of towering icebergs.

"Divinity," Wild Hunt said succinctly.

Lissandra was a clever woman; from this clue alone, she could deduce that the Watchers were adapting to and mastering the laws of Runeterra, thus giving rise to godhood.

This means that no matter how much she strengthens the seal, she cannot indefinitely delay the moment when the Watchers awaken from their dreams. Once these Watchers also attain divinity, they will inevitably burst forth from the abyss in a rage, destroying all living beings in this world.

"Don't try to scare me like this." Lissandra's face darkened. The bomb that had been defused had become a time-sensitive threat again, and no one could be happy about that.

"No matter how much you try to escape, you can't change this fact." If it weren't for the fact that it's difficult to display one's divine power, Wild Hunt would have wanted to throw it right in Lissandra's face. "I came here this time not only to tell you this news, but also to borrow troops from you."

"Borrowing troops?" Lissandra, who always wore a helmet covering her eyes, didn't have the habit of frowning, but you could tell from her voice that she obviously hadn't expected this.

“I plan to cause trouble for Bervis. To maximize my chances of winning, I must bet everything. Lend me your army of slave demons. If I win this battle, I will come back to help you deal with the Watchers.”

Lissandra's Iceborn warriors were only slightly stronger than mortals. The Wild Hunt had no use for these mortals. The only ones he found useful were the one-eyed slave demons made from trolls.

These slave demons, though mortal in nature, possess physiques as powerful as trolls, and their single eye can unleash a destructive ray, making them virtually human mobile artillery platforms. Even when used as breeding grounds for incubation, they are still capable of killing enemies several times their own value before they die.

"You'd do something you're not even sure about?" Lissandra mocked the Wild Hunt's overconfidence.

Although she had never met Bervis, through her interactions with the Wild Hunt, she knew roughly what kind of being it was. A void creature capable of giving birth to great intelligence, and one that dared to openly challenge the Watchers, its strength was at least on par with the Watchers. She had no reason to provoke it.

"I've done my best and left the rest to fate. I've done almost everything I could." (You sing of my forest, my forest is empty, your forest is here, is it gone...)

Wild Hunt has staked on almost everything he has. No matter how many talented people and rare treasures he gathers, it will only slightly increase his chances of winning, but it will also increase the difficulty of collecting them several times over, making it far from necessary.

Lissandra was not easily persuaded. She replied, "I cannot hand over the slave demons to you. They are an important defensive force of Frostguard Fortress and a backup plan in case of a powerful enemy that even Frostguard cannot withstand."

"You've been dominating Freyr for years. What power or force in this frozen wasteland can threaten your rule? Even if Avarosa and the Winter's Claws joined forces, they couldn't stand against you. Don't tell me you're afraid of them."

Wild Hunt squeezed his hands together hard against a pair of enormous breasts, feeling their amazing elasticity, as if they were the two forces he had spoken of. The huge hemispheres were mercilessly flattened under his full weight, and the soft, fragrant flesh overflowed from between his fingers, looking extremely tempting.

Lissandra fell into deep thought, seemingly oblivious to everything, and subconsciously touched her eyes. This action made Wild Hunt realize what she was afraid of.

"Oh, you're worried about Volibear, that giant bear that blinded you. You're worried that without the slave demons, it will storm into the fortress and crush everything."

“Your concerns are not without merit, but there is always a priority. No matter how brutal Volibear is, he can still understand human speech. As a native god, he would not deliberately break the Zhenbing Seal, would he? But the Void will not reason with you, especially since you went back on your word and brought them to such a state. They will not let you go.”

Hearing the Wild Hunt mention his dark past, which he desperately wanted to bury, Lissandra immediately became agitated. Frosty claws sprouted from the five fingers behind the Wild Hunt's back, radiating a chilling aura, threatening to pierce his body at any moment. But as the Wild Hunt continued, Lissandra stopped what she was doing; she wouldn't refuse more information.

Wild Hunt chuckled, pretending not to notice: "Belvis considers the Watcher her greatest enemy. If you refuse to lend us troops, causing us to ultimately fail to stop her, then one day she will lead the Void Surge to raze your hideout. Don't try to use one enemy to defeat another. Belvis is smart; she will definitely eliminate you, her dissident, before fighting the Watcher."

"That's all I have to say. You'd better gather those slave demons first. When the war breaks out, I'll open a portal for you, and you can come and see for yourself. If the battle is fierce, you can teleport the slave demon army over to help. If it's easy, you can treat it as a sightseeing trip. My dear partner, I don't need to elaborate on the principle of mutual dependence, right? This is already the biggest concession I can make to you."

Chapter 686 Sending troops to Lissandra

Snowflakes drifted slowly down from the high arched ceiling, adding a layer of snow to the pensive Ice Queen's head that could be licked at will.

Seeing that Lissandra was silent, Wild Hunt slammed the basketball down, the sound echoing crisply in the empty, cold hall.

"So, what do you think of my suggestion?"

"You've said everything, what more do you want from me?" Lissandra's face was full of displeasure. This Wild Hunt was getting more and more audacious, daring to be so disrespectful to the Iceborn's chieftain. "I will gather the scattered slave demons together, and if you don't satisfy me by then, I won't let you off the hook."

Hearing Lissandra's threat, Wild Hunt laughed instead; it was definitely slang.

On the surface, this satisfaction refers to the threat Lissandra sensed from Bervis. Only if the threat was significant enough would she agree to lend him troops; otherwise, she would remain neutral and pursue the Wild Hunt for causing her to reveal her true intentions. The other meaning is obvious: the Wild Hunt had taken the initiative to mount her, pull down her collar, and fondle her breasts. If she wasn't given a satisfactory explanation, the situation would be difficult to resolve.

It is said that women are like wolves at thirty and tigers at forty. According to this calculation, an old woman who has lived for eight thousand years could form an ecological base. No wonder she is the female chieftain of the Ice Tribe.

"Very well, I'll send two hundred million elite troops to support you right away." Looking at the reddish handprint he'd left on her breasts, Wild Hunt stood up with considerable satisfaction. Lissandra, unable to understand his slang, tilted her head, wondering why it was two hundred million.

He wrapped Lissandra's pale braid around his neck like a dog leash, then tugged hard to see her reaction. The witch, in pain, craned her neck, forcing her to lean forward and look down at her from a steeper angle, her cold eyes now filled with a raging storm of anger.

Perhaps due to her unique physique, even when leaning forward, her breasts remained firm without any sagging or deformation, appearing to be well-made and typical of mammary gland type breasts.

Wild Hunt loosened his braid, and Lissandra slumped back down, her long braid falling between her breasts with the force of gravity. His aggressive gaze swept over her smooth armpits and supple waistline, finally settling on the witch's long, full thighs.

Perhaps due to her long-term use of ice skates for transportation and limited walking, the witch's thighs appeared full and alluring. Beneath her skin lay a layer of fat for insulation, which felt soft to the touch, quite different from her cold and hard exterior.

Under Lissandra's cold gaze, the Wild Hunt unceremoniously lifted her thighs apart and placed them on the armrests on either side of the Frozen Throne, exposing the forbidden area deep within her plump buttocks.

These fleshy legs were almost as long as he was tall and quite heavy, making them difficult to move. However, watching them transform into an unguarded M-shape through his efforts, revealing that hidden forbidden area, gave him a great sense of accomplishment.

Pressing down on Lissandra's massive, fleshy thighs, thicker than his own waist, Wild Hunt looked down at the area between her legs that had been opened by her lifting them. Two plump mounds were on full display, with even tiny purple buds growing out of them, making one's mouth water and eager to stir-fry them.

Lissandra's reaction surprised him greatly. She was incredibly calm, showing no shyness or panic whatsoever, as if there was nothing to fear as long as she wasn't under the watchful eyes of her monitors. Perhaps in her eyes, he was the male concubine who was trying his best to serve the queen.

Wild Hunt didn't care what she was thinking. Having learned from his previous experience, he didn't rush to stuff her into the dry ice cave. Instead, he first started to lubricate and thaw her.

The soft, supple purple wood ear mushrooms silently welcomed his visit. Wild Hunt parted the two snowy mounds, extending a finger to the small opening, kneading the tender, sensitive area inside.

The dry cave walls hindered his entry, as if the cold air had sucked away all the moisture within. He dug with his fingertips into the spring within the folds, releasing a chilling, delicate fragrance like that of winter plum blossoms. You sing of my forest, I sing of emptiness; is your forest still there...?

Lissandra propped her head up with one hand, watching his movements and expressions with great interest. This was a novel experience for her, much like how men enjoy watching women's expressions when they look down.

For a few moments, stimulated by pleasure, she wanted to clamp his head between her voluptuous legs, thicker than the Wild Hunt's waist, and bury it deep in her secret garden. But to maintain her unattainable image, she forcefully suppressed the urge.

Under the relentless caresses of the Wild Hunt, Lissandra let out a faint, almost inaudible moan, and melting snowflakes trickled from the dry, cold cave. Knowing the time was ripe, he shook his hard, burning erection and began to rub it against the entrance to the wetlands.

The plump purple wood ear mushrooms, stirred by the meat Ganoderma lucidum, exuded a clear, slippery sap. Seeing this, the mad hunter stopped dawdling, straightened his back, and slowly pushed his hard, hot, veiny member into the melting ice cave.

The intrusion of the hard object made Lissandra let out a long breath. The long-lost warmth soothed her lower abdomen and warmed her body. The intense pleasure disrupted her steady breathing rhythm, and her body reacted instinctively, her muscles beginning to tighten.

Wild Hunt felt the flesh walls enveloping and sucking him in, thrusting in with muffled sounds amidst the alternating hot and cold sensations, until his massive rod was completely inside, his waist and hips pressed tightly against the nectar-filled mound.

The vast difference in size allowed him to lie flat on the witch's belly, creating a striking visual impact. Since Lissandra was leaning against the throne with her back bent, the Wild Hunt could easily reach out and pluck the already swollen purple nipples.

He used the two bouncy balls as support to move up and down, then said to Lissandra, "Actually, I've thought about whether I should do the same thing to you every time you fall asleep, day after day, until you unknowingly become your own shape, every inch of your body excited for my visit. Then, at some point, it will be suddenly revealed, plunging you into deep self-doubt and inner shock."

“Then why didn’t you do that?” Lissandra countered. Having experienced ecstasy, she wasn’t averse to such things. A War Mother could have multiple blood oaths; she felt she was simply exercising a right she hadn’t used in years.

"It's all because you didn't pretend to be asleep thoroughly enough, and I found out." Wild Hunt shamelessly blamed Lissandra.

"So, if I had been more discreet back then, the outcome would have been completely different," Lissandra thought. Having a stable partner to help relieve her stress might be a wonderful experience.

"Looks like you're really enjoying this kind of thing, you're even considering it... It's a pity there probably won't be many more opportunities later. If something happens to me in the war, I don't think anyone else can withstand your Black Ice's extreme cold constitution? Are you planning to find a troll to be your blood ally?"