Void Beetle Evolution Guide

"You're asking for it! Why would I let such a filthy and despicable creature defile me? Besides, even at a time like this, you're only thinking about business. Am I really that unattractive?"

The Wild Hunt's offense prompted Lissandra to grab his neck and raise her hand to slap his head, but the lecherous scoundrel remained unfazed and instead licked his lips.

"I'm obviously using reverse psychology. I have to admit, the experience you gave me was quite unique."

These suggestive words and actions stirred Lissandra's heart, and she had to admit that she couldn't help but harbor special feelings for the man who had taken her virginity.

So she immediately abandoned any unnecessary modesty and reserve, leaned down and pressed her cold, black lips against hers, then extended her long, deep purple tongue, as if poisoned, forcefully burrowing into her warm, moist mouth, bestowing upon the Black Ice Goddess the first kiss mark that she had kept sealed to this day.

Chapter 687 The Dark Horse and the Coachman

Lissandra has the standard figure of a beauty, with a curvy figure, a wasp waist and a plump bottom, but if you put this size on the level of a giant who is close to four meters tall, then all the petite parts that make up her body will become out of proportion.

Wild Hunt never expected Lissandra, who had always acted so aloof, to take the initiative. The cool touch of her black lips on his sent a shiver down his spine. Her wide mouth could almost engulf his entire chin. Her thick, dark purple tongue forcefully penetrated his warm, moist mouth, almost completely filling it in a suffocating way.

Smelling the refreshing fragrance of the winter plum blossoms, Wild Hunt repeatedly pressed his lips together as if savoring ice cream, giving Lissandra's tongue a strange, itchy sensation that made her stretch out her tongue, letting the melting, glistening snow water drip down.

This position couldn't be maintained for long. The height difference between them, which was twice their height, forced Lissandra to bend over to maintain the kiss while their lower bodies were joined. The pleasure of the mouth alone was not enough for the queen to endure the backache and discomfort of the position.

She licked her lips with her fat tongue, and her slumped body on the throne suddenly stood up. The giant's physique was oppressive, and his enormous hemispheres were awe-inspiring. At this moment, Wild Hunt was like Jerry shrouded in shadow, looking up at that face filled with wild desire.

Wild Hunt felt a tremendous force pull him and throw him onto the throne forged of ice. The bone-chilling cold seeped into his body through his skin, and the ammunition pouches that touched the ice surface tightened abruptly in response. Looking up, he saw Lissandra turned her back to him, her robes slipping off her shoulders to reveal her beautiful back and voluptuous buttocks.

She parted her shapely, full buttocks, her fingers folding the flesh to create a crease, but all Wild Hunt could see was a bottomless abyss. She sat down with her rear end sticking out. Wild Hunt felt as if a large cart had crushed him, completely obscuring his entire body.

In this position, the contrast between Wild Hunt and Lissandra's figures is extremely striking. His slender waist is barely half the size of Lissandra's ample hips, which seem wide enough to fit his entire body inside. If viewed from the front, one can only see a pair of hands wrapped around Lissandra's waist from behind, unable to reach her navel.

The first time she sat down, she didn't get a hole-in-one, so Lissandra slightly raised her hips, held the Wild Hunt to the center of her buttocks, and slowly sat down in one go, adjusting the angle by feel. The hard heat that forcefully entered her made her let out a long breath. The fiery temperature soothed her lower abdomen, a warm comfort that this cold body couldn't give up.

Lissandra's veins flowed with an unfreezing magic, keeping her body temperature perpetually below zero. Wild Hunt felt as if he had entered a chilling ice cave; his lower body quickly became numb and lost all sensation, barely able to feel anything below.

But Lissandra didn't care about his feelings. In an instant, she transformed into a giant millstone, leaning forward and using her hands to repeatedly grind her plump buttocks. Through the thuds and violent swings, she guided the back scratcher to scratch every nook and cranny, and the hot, wet pleasure made her waist tremble.

Her unbound, ample bosom swayed with her movements, the dangling flesh slamming against her ribs again and again, making a thud. Even though the hunter's view was completely obscured by her smooth back, he could imagine how intense it was just from the sound.

At this moment, she had already unleashed the beast within her, thinking only of devouring the Wild Hunt and extracting every last drop of its essence.

Under her relentless pressure, the bones of the Wild Hunt groaned in despair. All he could do was withstand the pressure.

He grabbed Lissandra's long braid forcefully, and the big black horse immediately raised its head as if ordered, and a few drops of stringy saliva fell from the corner of its unconsciously open mouth, freezing into ice on the ground.

Having found the knack for controlling the black horse, Wild Hunt began rhythmically pulling on the reins. The once frenzied wild horse, under his control, began wagging its tail and begging for mercy like a puppy. Its plump, heterochromatic buttocks swayed and rose, welcoming the manhood nestled between them; its melting, snow-white breasts hung precariously on its chest, trembling and swaying, rippling with each rise and fall of its flesh.

Her plump buttocks pressed against her hips, the flesh colliding with each other producing a crackling sound that echoed through the empty hall. Beneath the layers of folds and folds, a sudden surge of pleasure arose from the cold, numb sensation.

Because he had suppressed all other sensations, the pleasure became even more concentrated, surging into his wildly hunting mind like a fountain. He could not perceive anything else, his entire mind focused on the sled going in and out.

The alternating sensations of hot and cold vividly appeared in his mind, as if he could see the lewd shape of a dragon wrapped in folds. In his excitement, the Wild Hunt swung his hand and struck the bouncy spade, urging the person in front of him to suck in violently. Soon, a black and red palm print appeared.

The scorching iron rod churned and rubbed against the winding passage, its fiery heat seemingly capable of melting the entire ice cave. The witch paid no heed to the pain, letting the intense heat spread through her body, warming her limbs and bones.

The ice ignited once more, and Lissandra felt every inch of her skin boiling with an overwhelming thirst for comfort. The high ground of reason was being gradually engulfed by the flames of desire, desperately needing a source of extinguishing. "You sing of my plum blossoms, I want to empty your forest, is it there or not…?"

Losing her balance, Lissandra tumbled from her throne, landing on all fours with her mangled buttocks facing the person behind her. Seeing this, the Wild Hunt also jumped off his throne. The height difference allowed him to simply bend his knees slightly to make contact, and before his legs were even firmly planted, he thrust his hips towards the center of the plump buttocks, which were several inches wider than his own waist.

The roles of offense and defense reversed, and the Wild Hunt, now in control, was far more efficient than Lissandra. He pulled on the reins of her pale braided hair, increasing the amplitude and frequency of his thrusts. Under the beastly onslaught, Lissandra threw her head back, unable to suppress her unrestrained moans, which escaped shrilly from her black lips, her tongue lolling out.

Soon, the Frost Witch could no longer withstand the intense stimulation, and a surge of intense pleasure erupted from the melting ice cave, sweeping through her entire body. Her body convulsed uncontrollably under the trembling joy, her taut muscles contracting like springs. The extreme pressure caused the Wild Hunt's desire to irrigate to reach its peak instantly, turning into a flood that slightly extinguished the sea of ​​desire.

"Hoo... Is that all?" After their passionate encounter, Wild Hunt let out a long breath. Instead of collapsing onto Lissandra's back, he continued to melt the extremely sensitive ice cave, which was still immersed in the afterglow of the climax, causing the latter to spasm and gush out streams of snow water.

Due to their physical structure, women's pleasure tends to last longer and be more intense than men's, with no "cooling-off" period. This is why, while Lissandra's eyes were still rolling back, the Wild Hunt had already entered its post-coital phase.

“Who said… I’m tired?” Hearing this, Lissandra stubbornly stuck out her buttocks again. Her plump legs were tightly pressed together, raising her buttocks, and her arms wrapped around her legs, spreading open the icy cave, tempting her with its deep and winding path.

Chapter 688 Hextech Bomb

After leaving Ahri, Katarina was sent by the Wild Hunt to Zaun to retrieve some foreshadowing.

Long ago, when Wild Hunt passed through Zaun after resolving the Curse of Ruin, he helped the alchemist Singed, allowing Kai'Sa to use the World Rune to save his critically ill daughter Orianna.

In exchange, Wild Hunt left behind a sample of liquid energy, allowing the brilliant biologist to attempt to decipher the life code of the void and find its weaknesses.

Unfortunately, Katarina ultimately failed to achieve the result the Wild Hunt desired.

Through Katarina's account, the Wild Hunt learned that Singed had conducted many experiments on Void Creatures during this period.

He tried almost every method imaginable, including but not limited to light, sound waves, flames, toxins, and magnetism, but still couldn't find an effective way to eliminate them. However, given even a tiny amount of organic matter, these things would multiply at an alarming rate beyond reason.

To this end, he also conducted a control group, injecting a small amount of liquid energy into a mouse through a syringe, resulting in a crustacean completely different from rodents. Without being fed any water or food, the experimental subject's weight increased several times over.

Singed was completely baffled. Even if the transformation process absorbed a significant amount of air, it was highly unlikely that such a large amount of mass could be gained out of thin air; this completely shattered his understanding. Furthermore, the powerful aggression and seemingly inexhaustible energy exhibited by the test subject, which allowed it to maintain its energy without food or water, gave him nightmares for several days. If it weren't for his desire to repay a debt of gratitude, he would have decisively abandoned the research and placed the subject under heavy security.

Wild Hunt was not surprised by this result.

Such major scientific research often requires gathering the world's top scientists, and it can take decades to achieve any results. Even if Singed is a genius, under the restrictions of confidentiality clauses and in a very limited time, it would be quite remarkable if he could figure out its characteristics on his own, let alone find a way to deal with the void—that would be simply wishful thinking.

If the void could be so easily destroyed, it wouldn't be embodying annihilation. Back then, all the mages of Icathia were diligently researching the void, and the only result they could produce was the Eternal Flame. These mages believed this flame could subdue the void, but they far underestimated its power, ultimately leading to the destruction of the entire nation.

The chance encounter was purely coincidental; Singed couldn't provide an answer, and the Wild Hunt was overly concerned. He hadn't placed his hopes on Singed at all; most people would have readily accepted a slim chance at zero cost.

Even he, who understands the void best, couldn't find a solution, so it's even less likely that anyone else could.

However, life is always full of surprises. Just as the Wild Hunt was preparing to put his research on the Void on hold indefinitely, Katarina pulled out something else.

The object was shaped like a capsule, composed of sophisticated copper instruments and a glass container, about the size of a 500ml bottle of mineral water. The most eye-catching feature was the suspended gemstone core in the center, emitting a faint blue glow.

"This is... a Hextech Gem?" Wild Hunt pondered for a moment and guessed its origin.

Wild Hunt didn't know where the Hextech Gem came from, but he knew it had a deep connection to the Enlightenment Fragment in the Twin Cities. It could be seen as a derivative of the World Rune, or something like a manifestation of power. The rapid development of Twin Cities' technology and the ensuing disasters were also caused by it. In all the events he was familiar with, Hextech's involvement was evident.

“Yes,” Katarina replied. “Before I left, Singed gave it to me, saying that this Hextech Bomb could completely kill Void creatures.”

"Just a bomb?" Wild Hunt frowned.

I thought it would be some high-tech weapon, but it turned out to be just a simple bomb. Like Jinx's EMP pistol, Vi's powered arm armor, and Katarina's sniper rifle, they all use Hextech Cores as their power source.

This technology has been recognized as a highly efficient, stable, and clean energy source, and many Hextech technologies are developed based on this standard. Using batteries directly as bombs is still a bit too extravagant.

"Even if this thing can kill void creatures, it can only kill some insignificant cannon fodder. It's simply not realistic to use it against Bervis," Wild Hunt said very critically.

Take the werewolf as an example. Even though the werewolf has a regenerative ability comparable to rune magic, it would be too useless if it could survive being hit by three cores.

"If we replaced the Hextech Core with a more powerful energy source, it might have blown us up," Wild Hunt thought to himself, then suddenly realized he had subconsciously ruled out a certain extreme possibility.

What if we replaced the Hextech Core in the bomb device with a World Rune?

The flowers you plant with care may not bloom, while the willows you plant without intention may thrive. This discovery made his breathing quicken.

Hextech Core wasn't very powerful, but he knew the power of the World Rune. Its last explosion completely wiped a large area of ​​Noxus's coastal land off the map, leading the desperate Ryze down the path of containment he deeply hated.

If a rune bomb like this were to explode in the Void Queen's lair, it would absolutely wipe Belvis and her Pale Purple Sea from the world!

Crazy... Absolutely insane!

"Katarina, thank you for your hard work. I've come up with a solution, and I'll let you know once everyone is here. You can get some rest now."

After giving Katarina several big kisses, Wild Hunt ignored her blushing and weak-kneed state and, unable to contain his excitement, went straight to Kai'Sa.

At this moment, Kai'Sa was not at home, but in a small, dark room with the doors and windows locked, standing alone in front of a table, fiddling with something.

Wild Hunt didn't disturb Kai'Sa immediately, but quietly watched her take a dead rat out of the drawer, lift it by the tail, and place it on the table.

The hunter's gaze was fixed on the rat. Its paws were curled up in the air, and a thin pink tongue dangled from the corner of its mouth; it looked as if it had been dead for some time.

Kai'Sa then placed her finger on the actual rat, releasing a wave of healing runic power that flowed into the rat's body. (The rest of the text appears to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated gibberish.)

The mad hunter, as if possessed, approached to take a look. At first, there was no movement, but after a moment, a slight tremor appeared, followed by a flash of emerald green light—the rat had actually moved!

It squeaked, rolled over, and used its paws to groom its slightly curly whiskers. Its dark, lifelike eyes were just like those of a live mouse!

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Chapter 689 Kasha's Experiment

"Success!" Seeing the dead rat come back to life under her hands, Kasha excitedly clenched her fist and waved it. However, her action scared the rat away.

She caught the mouse before it could jump off the table with lightning speed, and then took out a steel needle from the drawer. The relief she had just felt had completely vanished from her face, leaving only a heavy expression.

"I'm sorry, you're dead." She sighed, and with a thought, folded chitinous armor plates covered her face, forming a protective helmet.

She held the frantically struggling rat down with one hand, while the other hand held a steel needle above the rat's head, then thrust it in. The needle pierced the skull, and the rat's squeaking sound abruptly stopped.

"It's alive again." After that, Kasha pulled out the steel needle and used the same trick to revive the mouse once more. After observing that there was nothing wrong, she took out a knife from the drawer and pointed it at the mouse's neck.

With the blade hovering above her head, listening to the rat's screams, Kaisa hesitated for a moment but ultimately didn't make a move. Frustrated, she threw the rat into the drawer and closed it. Soon after, she heard scratching sounds coming from inside.

"Need any help?" Wild Hunt's voice came at just the right time. He looked over from head to toe and roughly knew what Kaisa was doing.

Facing the impending great battle, Kai'Sa is also doing her best to develop the power of runes, wanting to break the boundary between life and death and figure out the scope of this resurrection ability.

Kai'Sa doesn't have a penchant for torturing living beings. Although she shows no mercy when killing Void creatures, it still feels somewhat cruel to make her repeatedly torture the same being.

"Sorry... You can't even bring yourself to kill a mouse? Do you think I'm weak?" Knowing she was about to trouble Wild Hunt again, Kai'Sa's first words were an apology. If Wild Hunt hadn't intervened, she would have had to endure the disgust and continue.

"This just proves you're a normal person. Killing for the sake of killing is no different from those Void creatures you despise. Let me do it for you. Don't worry, I don't have that burden. Tell me what you want to do." Wild Hunt said this, showing no awareness whatsoever of being a Void creature.

"I want to know just how powerful the resurrection effect is. Can disabilities be restored? How much does it depend on the degree of damage to the body? Does it weaken with each resurrection? I just tried it; if there's minor brain damage but the body remains intact, it can still be resurrected. As long as the body hasn't decomposed, it can also be resurrected." Kasha rattled off a lot, even omitting many things she hadn't yet mentioned, or things she hadn't thought of right now...

To conduct a resurrection experiment, you need enough corpses, but Kai'Sa obviously didn't have that many. She could only repeatedly execute the same rat, which must have been incredibly torturous. No wonder Kai'Sa hesitated after doing it once or twice.

"This rat is incredibly unlucky to have fallen into your hands." Wild Hunt estimated that this rat would have to experience at least a hundred different ways to die before he could reach a reasonable conclusion.

"I did this because I didn't want anyone to die in the war. I expect we'll need to use people more later. It's a matter of life and death, so we can't afford to be careless. We have to be extremely meticulous. If we can win this battle, it... can be considered a sacrifice for Runeterra." Kai'Sa paused, feeling a sense of guilt for being so generous at someone else's expense.

"Let's get started, no more nonsense." Wild Hunt appeared, grabbed the rat, and cleanly severed its head with a single stroke, then had Kai'Sa reattach the head.

Each time he killed a rat, he destroyed more tissue than the last, gradually increasing the difficulty of Kai'Sa's resurrection. After several times, Kai'Sa could clearly feel the resurrection effect weakening.

After several near-death experiences, the rat did not stand up this time. Instead, a dark shadow appeared, trembling around the corpse and flashing with a corpse-green eerie light.

The eerie, rat-like spirit, like wisps of smoke, had no physical form and was enveloped in a ring of corpse flames. It detached itself from the body, raised its head, and let out a silent scream, convulsing as if in unbearable agony.

Kasha took a step back in fright, feeling a familiar, chilling coldness emanating from the ghostly figure. The phantom-like rat head convulsed, emitting a final, silent scream, before disappearing back into the corpse.

"It's like... the Curse of Ruin."

“It seems there’s a limit to the number of times you can resurrect someone. Using such a heaven-defying technique as bringing the dead back to life too often will trigger divine retribution.” Once the curse dissipated, Wild Hunt shook his head and said, “Let this rat go. I’ll find you a new batch of test subjects.”

Kaisa nodded with lingering fear. She had almost caused a disaster. If the Curse of Ruin had been amplified through the World Rune in her hand and erupted in the city center, the entire Nashram would have been dragged into the black mist, and even her parents would not have been spared.

No, it's more than that. Back then, a single rune fragment could affect the entire Shadow Isles, but she possesses an entire Runestone. If she amplifies the Curse of Ruin, its influence could potentially encompass both continents.

Wild Hunt changed Kai'Sa's experimental subjects, no longer limiting them to rats. Through their continuous exploration, some patterns gradually emerged.

Lower creatures like rats can be resurrected a maximum of ten times before triggering a curse. For cats, nine resurrections would be the limit. As for humans, the most powerful beings, their fate remains uncertain until experiments are conducted.

There are also opinions regarding the integrity of the corpse required for resurrection. The resurrected object must maintain a certain degree of integrity, at least the internal organs and brain cannot be missing, otherwise the resurrection will either fail, or the object will die again after a while, or cause unpredictable consequences.

"I should go now, let's call it a day." The experiment continued until dusk, and Kasha realized it was time to go home for dinner. She couldn't let her parents worry... even though she had no appetite after seeing so many gruesome deaths of the experimental subjects.

"Wait, I have an idea I haven't tried yet." Wild Hunt extended a protrusion from his fingertip and plunged it into the corpse of a rat.

Liquid energy was injected into the flesh and blood, and the corpse immediately began to writhe. Hair fell out, the swollen flesh writhed, and translucent pustules grew, inside which something seemed to be reacting violently, emitting an eerie purple light.

"Let's see if this can revive it," Wild Hunt urged. "We need to hurry, it'll be transformed soon."

Kai'Sa tried to channel runic power into the corpse, but this time it failed completely. "No, the corpse is resisting my summoning."

She had received feedback with each of her previous attempts; at the very least, the corpse would twitch a few times in an attempt to stand up. But this time, her strength was shut out, and she couldn't even get in.

Chapter 690 Reunion and Departure

Kai'Sa failed to resurrect the corpse, and the rat's transformation continued.

Another sinister figure emerged from within its body, segmented like an insect with spiny projections, spreading out from the flesh. It gradually hardened, like lava slowly cooling. A sinister purple light began to pulsate within it, like the beating of a second heart, radiating purple light into the flesh and blood.

“If the corpse is corrupted by the void, it cannot be resurrected,” Wild Hunt concluded, but did not stop the transformation of the corpse.

Until a bloody gash appeared on the back of the corpse, a pale creature crawled out limply, bringing out clumps of slime and dragging its segmented limbs.

It wobbled as it flipped onto its own, bracing itself against the table with its hooked claws, a sharp tail gradually unfurling behind it. Its jet-black fangs and prominent spine gleamed with a pale purple light at the location of its heart. Soft exoskeletons enveloped and protected the heart, then began to react with the air, deepening in color as it gradually hardened.

Then the creature's eyes snapped open, observing the world that had just given birth to it. Its pinhole-like eyes emitted a warm purple light, focusing in three different locations, and it let out its first scream as a newborn.

The Wild Hunt swung his blade, and the scream abruptly ceased. He was waiting for the monster's core to form; only then could he kill it with a single blow.

Although this thing is only the size of a mouse, once it gets into the sewer, it spreads like wildfire, like cancer.

Unlike the Wild Hunt, ordinary Void creatures do not convert their prey into stored energy. When prey is plentiful, they will prioritize killing any living creature in front of them rather than continuing to gnaw on corpses. New members of their kind will then be born from the corpses that have been eaten.

Therefore, when void creatures invade a region, their first action is to reproduce and transform rapidly. Once their numbers reach the limit that the region can sustain, the transformation rate will slow down. After slaughtering the entire region, they will spread to surrounding areas.

The residents of Nashlamy were unaware that they had experienced several catastrophic crises in just one afternoon. Kasha felt that she had to find a different place to conduct the experiment next time, and she could never do such a thing in the city center.

"Oh, right, there's something else I need to tell you." Wild Hunt took out the Hextech Bomb, and Kai'Sa looked at the sophisticated brass device with a puzzled expression.

"This is a detonator. I plan to replace the Hextech Core inside with a World Rune, which will definitely wipe out Bervis and her stronghold in one fell swoop. Moreover, this thing can be set with a countdown timer, so the person who manually detonates it won't have to die with it. In the best-case scenario, you just need to rush into the Pale Purple Sea as fast as you can, drop the bomb, and run out. Bervis might not even have time to react before she's blown up."