Void Beetle Evolution Guide

Aatrox, having partially recovered, thanked Kai'Sa, but she was ungrateful. She believed Aatrox's serious injury was due to underestimating his opponent; if he couldn't withstand the pressure of the encirclement, he should have retreated back into the Sand Soldiers' ranks or shrunk to escape. Aatrox was frustrated; once he activated Ascended form, he couldn't easily deactivate it, otherwise he would experience a considerable period of weakness. Furthermore, not all Ascended beings possessed the ability to Dynamax; Azir and Horaz, for example, couldn't grow larger.

Kasha gave him no chance to explain, leaving him behind as she plunged back into the swarm of insects. She moved with incredible speed through the monsters, leaving behind a trail of mangled corpses. In her eyes, the monsters flashed past, stunned and speechless. They couldn't keep up with her speed, and she slaughtered them with fiery blades formed from her hands, or by unleashing torrential rains of flame.

The giant starfish that had entangled Nayafili were also dealt with by Syndra. She lifted them all into the air with her powerful dark magic and kneaded them into a ball like minced meat. It was thought that they would explode under the pressure, but unexpectedly, they suddenly fused together under the compression and were transforming into a more powerful form.

Syndra didn't allow this to happen. She snapped her fingers several times, and several gravitational black holes appeared in the sky above the battlefield. One of the black holes swallowed the fusion monster, and its massive body gradually collapsed into a singularity of matter under the terrifying gravitational pull, finally annihilating silently.

The remaining black holes raged across the battlefield, absorbing monsters and even the purple fungal carpet beneath their feet—a devastating force. Then, a deeper layer of creeping vegetation was revealed; these thick vines were activated, pulsating with purple light, their destination unknown.

The two dragons, who usually dislike each other, have unusually cooperated. Portil, in his dragon form, carries Sephiroth away from the battlefield at full speed. Bervis is a port city, meaning the real ocean lies just next to the Pale Purple Sea, separated only by the walls of a deep pit.

Portil threw Sephiroth into the sea, unleashing the sea dragon to wreak havoc. Its massive, kilometer-long body slammed against the pit walls, attempting to draw seawater into the depths. The sea level was significantly higher than the pit; if it were to breach the walls, the floodwaters would engulf the entire Pale Purple Sea!

Kai'Sa immediately halted this insane plan; seawater couldn't drown the Void creatures, and it would only hinder their own forces' movements. Azir also strongly opposed the plan; his Sand Soldiers couldn't be wasted, or they would become ineffective.

Fortunately, Sephiroth knew what she was doing and only managed to break a hole in the pit wall, letting seawater in sparingly. Their goal was to threaten the massive scythe-centipede army; the laser rain fired by these upright worms was simply unbearable. A giant wave swept behind the swarm of insects, and at the same time, the ice dragon swooped down, spewing out an extremely cold breath that froze the air into white ice crystals wherever it passed, and snow began to fall.

The breath of ice reacted strangely with the raging waves, causing the temperature to plummet by tens of degrees. The icy air spread with explosive speed, catching up with the still-advancing waves in the blink of an eye, freezing the troublesome Zerg forces within the frozen surge. At the same time, it spread towards the cave entrance, freezing the outlet and preventing the seawater from further spreading into the sand soldier ranks.

Immediately, a roar echoed from the other side of the icy wave, and the sea dragon, with its powerful forelimbs dragging its mountain-like body, slid down the smooth slope of the icy wave and joined the battle.

Chapter 699 Ants Kill an Elephant

The ice dragon's massive body slid down the icy waves. Sephiroth, who had intended to wreak havoc, was instead met with a swarm of locusts. The moment she entered the battlefield, the ravenous insects descended upon her, weaving a terrifying, writhing cloak over her body. If it weren't for the sheer thickness of her Dark Condensation Armor, even someone as large as a mountain would likely have been devoured in no time, leaving only the dragon's skeleton.

Before the Void creatures could even begin their rampage, Sephiroth was forced to roll around on the ground in an attempt to escape their swarm. While the Dark Armor over her skin did offer significant protection, the Void creatures' sharp mouthparts and corrosive saliva were no joke. Without taking action, she would soon be bitten through, her scales piercing the flesh beneath.

The sea dragon's body was specifically designed for hunting large sea beasts, so it had no suitable way to deal with the numerous insectoids. Rolling on the ground was the best she could think of. Even if she summoned her avatar and used a torrent of breath to cleanse her body, it was still a drop in the ocean.

Portil, flying high in the sky, was also in a precarious situation. Because they were deep in enemy territory, the ice dragon was also being besieged by a swarm of locusts. She only flew back and forth a few times, exhaling extremely cold breath along the way to turn the enemies into ice sculptures, before being surrounded and intercepted by a large number of flying insects.

Countless flying insects swarmed against Portil's face with a series of thuds, like a high-speed fighter jet crashing head-on into a flock of birds. Hooked limbs immediately hooked onto her body, and claws coated with liquid energy sliced ​​through her skin. But the most terrifying was an insect that struck her eye; though she immediately closed her eyes, the touch still sent a burning pain through her.

Portil exhaled a large cloud of icy mist in mid-air and plunged into it, hoping to shake off the persistent insects clinging to her. The deadly cold quickly covered the insects' bodies with a layer of white frost, and their gradually stiffening limbs, unable to hold on, were flung off. Even so, countless flying insects still plunged into the icy mist to attack, and after struggling for a while, Portil discovered that the number of insects on her had not decreased but increased.

Both their bodies grew increasingly heavy, with countless flying insects intertwining on their surfaces, gradually forming a spherical shape. Soon, Sephie could no longer roll; without the buoyancy of the seawater to support her weight, her strength was waning too quickly. Although she had crushed many insects, it was utterly futile. Meanwhile, Portil, having suffered repeated gnaws on her wings, crashed and was making her final struggle in a coral reef, as a thousand-limbed slug was already crushing her.

When hornets invade their hive, bees will relentlessly swarm them. Although their attacks cannot penetrate the intruder's defenses, they bury it alive through this suicidal, chain-like assault. Hornets are very sensitive to temperature changes, and soon they will suffocate and die from the heat, unable to escape.

The two dragon maidens' predicament was somewhat similar to that of the hornets being besieged. It's said that many ants can kill an elephant; a swarm of insects can also threaten a dragon's life. And these were no harmless bees; the smallest were as large as hyenas, while many were the size of camels, their sharp teeth and claws capable of biting through steel—truly terrifying.

If they were ordinary dragons without armor, they would probably have been devoured long ago. What was eaten would eventually burst forth in another form. Did you think about it...?

Perhaps the pain unleashed her potential, for Sephiroth's armor suddenly glowed, liquid energy flowing through the gaps in her scales, as if her entire body was soaked in it. She rolled around, letting out a heart-wrenching roar, spitting out high-energy beams that swept across the battlefield as she rolled.

Sephiroth annihilated a significant number of Zerg in one fell swoop. His beam of light was deadly; even the slightest touch would instantly dissolve the target, seemingly annihilating even the air itself. Even others were terrified of touching the spilled energy whipped up by the violent airflow.

However, this hysterical madness did not improve her situation. After venting her anger, she reverted to human form and escaped, a feat that gave them the confidence to venture deep into the heart of the enemy territory. The two dragon maidens were teleported back to the Royal Palace by the Wild Hunt. Having survived, they lay on the deck, panting half-dead, unable to help for the time being.

The insectoids frozen inside the ice sculpture quickly broke free. Potil not only failed to kill many insects, but also nearly lost himself in the process. This scene terrified the ascendants; if they had been the ones charging into enemy territory, they would likely be dead by now.

On deck, Sephiroth looked around, trying to figure out which guys were slacking off, neither going down to fight nor rescuing them, making their battle so difficult.

Although Syndra was on the ship, she was responsible for both defense and controlling several gravitational black holes. If it weren't for her holding back most of the Zerg, the pressure they faced would have increased many times over.

Katarina replicated a large number of war machines, and hundreds of floating vehicles shared the burden of the flying insect attacks, which is one of the reasons why the two ships have survived to this day.

The heavy-duty carriages, comparable in size to three-masted sailing ships, carried strange war machines, with fireballs and lightning bolts swirling around them at high speed, resembling navigational astrolabes.

The rapidly spinning sphere burned continuously, emitting intense light. A fireball detached from the central sphere and was thrown high into the sky, tracing a deadly trajectory.

The fireball landed in the middle of the swarm of insects, exploding into a ball of pale green flame and a chorus of screams. Another fireball followed, then another. A foul-smelling heatwave immediately emanated from the swarm, and black smoke billowed from the shattered corpses, seemingly turning the sky black.

The bronze golems assembled by Ahri were also copied in large numbers by Katarina and thrown into the battlefield. Their originally round bodies became tall and mighty after being modified. Hundreds and thousands of them formed lines of metal defense. The rune plating engraved on their bodies constantly released faint sparks of psionic energy, and flickering arcs of electricity flowed between them.

The insectoids had little interest in these lifeless metal objects, but were forced to destroy them because the golems were blocking their way. The sluggish golems were almost instantly overwhelmed by the swarm of insects, each golem crawling with at least dozens of insects.

Fortunately, Ahri has made improvements to address this issue. The inherent hardness of bronze, combined with the rune plating, can significantly reduce the physical damage from the Void Swarm. Upon contact with the swarm, the plating will also release explosive sparks, continuously dissolving their bodies.

Once activated, the golem's arms unfold into serrated bronze wheels, which, driven by gears, spin at high speed around its torso, creating a blade storm ten meters in diameter. During the rotation, the wheels tear apart any Void swarms within their range. These serrations have also been enchanted by Ahri, making them resistant to corrosion by Void energy.

Chapter 700 The Angel Who Was Heartlessly Abandoned

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Sephiroth continued to survey the battlefield. In addition to the ancient war machines and bronze golems mentioned earlier, Katarina had also set up artillery fortresses or lightning spires in various parts of the battlefield.

These automated defensive structures, similar to the Obelisks of Xerath, are well-suited to be used as wedges driven into the battlefield, drawing upon the power of the earth to continuously attack the surrounding Zerg and carve out a place for themselves on the battlefield.

She kept setting up defensive structures, turning the brutal battlefield into a tower defense game. If Azir's sand soldiers knew how to use other weapons, she could even arm them with a large number of elite soldiers or holy stone weapons, but unfortunately, she couldn't.

In addition, as Katarina continued to use the World Rune, she gradually began to understand the limitations of the runes.

A colossal spectacle like the Sun Disk, created by exhausting the world's resources, is an ultimate product that can only be produced under extremely specific conditions. Such a unique object cannot be completely replicated; even if it is projected, it can only project a clone that possesses a portion of the original's power.

Similarly, the cursed sword that can command the undead, and the Avarosan bow imbued with special meaning in Ashe's hands, all possess a unique, unreplicable quality. It's essentially confirmed that only mass-producible items can be replicated in large quantities, such as ordinary True Ice or Sacred Stone weapons. However, these weapons also have usage limitations: True Ice requires Iceborn to use, while Sacred Stones require faith to activate.

Katarina is fighting hard, while her sister Cassiopeia seems to be slacking off in Sephiroth's opinion.

Cassiopeia manipulates the threads of fate visible only to herself; her actions remain shrouded in mystery, unknown to all. However, given Cassiopeia's intelligence, Sephiroth believes she wouldn't resort to petty tricks in this war, perhaps plotting something else entirely. (The last sentence appears to be unrelated and possibly a fragment from another text.)

After Kai'Sa left the field, the Sun and Moon Protoss followed suit, striking the coral reef like pillars of light. Enveloped in radiance, they attracted the surrounding Zerg, who frantically charged towards them like moths to a flame. However, facing the razor-sharp weapons and the unshakeable protective aura, they effortlessly tore through the enemy lines.

Bathed in sunlight, Leona, the Solari, shone exceptionally brightly. She recklessly wielded her divine power, unleashing solar fire from the heavens, scorching the densest clusters of Zerg and reducing them to charred carapaces. Even the giant jellyfish extracting memories in the sky were obliterated in a single blow, their burning remains piling up like mountains of corpses among the coral reefs.

Diana, on the other hand, was more restrained. She used the moon's gravity to lift the surrounding enemies into the air, then slashed them all with a beam of light. They only needed to wait for nightfall to reach her domain. There, she would dance under the moonlight, while Leona's power would be sustained by the existence of the Sun Disc, meaning that both of them would be at their peak strength simultaneously—a rare occurrence.

Sephiroth continued to look around, her gaze finally settling on Lissandra's retreating figure. The tall, Iceborn chieftain remained unmoved, showing no intention of intervening. This was understandable; the Wild Hunt had invited Lissandra to assess the situation, and she wouldn't act rashly unless her side was at a disadvantage.

Seeing that Portyl was unwilling to cause trouble, Sephiroth didn't reprimand Lissandra, but instead focused her gaze on the last person. Leona and Diana, both Protoss from Mount Targon, had already entered the battlefield, leaving Kayle alone on the deck observing.

Kyle gripped the fence tightly, her nails digging deep into the wood. The ferocity and terror of the Void creatures were etched into her mind, causing her to instinctively clench her fists. She couldn't imagine the brutal scene if only an ordinary human army were to confront these Void creatures.

She didn't know what it was or where it came from. But through the marks left on her body by the Wild Hunt, she could clearly feel the terrifying hunger of these swarming monsters.

They spawned endless, grotesque nightmares, swarming through the rocks, climbing upwards with an unquenchable urge to kill, their sole purpose being to dismantle and destroy the world above.

In the face of such terrifying creatures, discussing right and wrong becomes meaningless. Because in a new world occupied by them, there will be no place for civilization. If even survival cannot be guaranteed, what is the point of laws?

"We've already gone down there, why is this guy still on the ship! Hey, you winged birdman, are you scared?"

Sephie yelled at Kyle. Portil felt like she'd been subtly insulted and rolled her eyes, but she was too exhausted to argue with Sephie at the moment.

Kyle turned his head, looking at Sephiroth with resentment, then braced himself against the chains binding his wrists and wings, and retorted, "If you want me to go down and fight, at least unlock these chains first, right?"

"Can't you figure something out yourself?" Sephie sat up. "As a Protoss, don't tell me these chains can still hold you. To put it bluntly, you're just a coward. As long as the chains are still on you, you have a reason not to fight."

"Me, afraid of death?" Kyle almost laughed in anger that someone would actually say they were afraid of death.

When she faced Kai'Sa and the others on Mount Targon, she never flinched. As one of the witnesses, Sephiroth should know her personality very well, yet here she is questioning her character. If they weren't on the battlefield, she would definitely arrest this evil dragon on charges of false accusation!

"Fine, I won't argue with you. Untie my chains, and I'll get down right away. I won't stay here and get in your way." Kyle had been stunned earlier; although she was afraid, she had no intention of staying out of it. Besides, she needed to kill enough Void monsters to fulfill her promise to the Wild Hunt.

However, her compromise did not earn her kindness. The only one who would reason with her had already entered the battlefield, while Syndra, who was listening to the conversation on the deck, simply picked her up and threw her into the swarm of insects because she didn't like her.

"Stop dawdling! Either do it yourself or let those bugs untie it for you!" Syndra's dark, demonic voice made Kayle's head throb. Kayle felt a dizzying sensation and when he came to his senses, he found himself thrown onto a Void Fungal Creep.

Before Kyle could even react, the withered arms and glowing plants on the creep had already gripped her limbs and even covered her mouth, preventing her from making a sound. Less than three meters away, a ravenous insect stared intently at her, its bladed limbs unfurling from its pale abdomen, and a gaping maw split open from its throat, revealing gleaming fangs and filthy saliva.

Chapter 701 Return to the Sky

"Damn it, that woman just threw me down here!" Kayle was mercilessly tossed into the swarm by Syndra. Before she could even rebuke her, she saw a monster with a gaping maw that stretched all the way to its throat spitting corrosive acid at her from several meters away.

Years of honed combat instincts made Kyle instinctively roll away to dodge. The next moment, the rock beneath her melted like wax, billowing out a thick, foul-smelling black smoke. Kyle was still shaken. Before she could even catch her breath, hundreds of monsters around her all fixed their gazes on her and swarmed towards her.

Now she was in trouble. Kyle tried to break free of the chains, but a thorny tongue suddenly wrapped around her neck from behind, violently pulling her towards its throat. Kyle's body was dragged across the ground at breakneck speed, her head smashing against the black coral, bleeding profusely even with her helmet. The distance of more than ten meters was covered in an instant, and before Kyle could even tear the tongue off her neck, the monster bit down on her body.

The sharp fangs pierced the silver armor, and Kyle felt her lungs leaking air, coughing up a mouthful of blood. She looked up and saw its tooth-filled esophagus contracting forcefully, a flexible tongue searching for an opening, then ripping off her helmet, licking the bloodstains, and letting out an excited roar as it savored the stench. The foul, fishy wind made one feel dizzy.

Kyle quickly used her fists to block its gaping maw. At the same time, other smaller monsters swarmed in and began to devour her lower body, which hadn't yet been swallowed. Kyle felt the armor on her knees being bitten through; the skin armor hidden beneath had shielded her from one attack.

Only by experiencing it firsthand can one know how perilous the battle against these ravenous beasts truly is. It's either fight or die. This perilous scene gave her no time to hesitate; Kyle summoned her inherited sword.

She shouted, and the summoned Sword of Judgment instantly flew from the deck of the Royal Palace, crashing onto the battlefield like a fiery meteor. The Sword of Judgment shot straight at the monster above Kyle's head, piercing its body and core. The monster roared its final scream, its jaws gripping Kyle's as it gradually lost its strength. (The last sentence appears to be unrelated and possibly a fragment from another text.)

Kyle crawled into the dead monster's mouth, which was filled with hideous insects. Through the monster's teeth, she could see those menacing, ghostly figures filling her vision. She was completely surrounded, and going out now would mean facing even greater danger. In a moment of quick thinking, she tried to hide in the narrow space to catch her breath, but another monster bit her ankle and dragged her out violently.

The familiar dragging sensation was forced upon her once more, her pristine white wings stained with strange blood, corroding and withering. Kyle disliked the earth, especially the earth corrupted by the void; she felt it had always belonged to the sky, but now was no time to concern herself with such things.

Monsters attacked from all directions, her vision was overwhelmed by all sorts of insects, and even as she was being dragged along, several insects continued to bite her and drag her along. Although there was a close-fitting armor protecting her beneath her armor, the speed at which it created wounds far exceeded the self-healing ability of her armor.

Blood was dripping from her arms, legs, and cheeks. The blood flowed into her mouth, bringing a strong, bronze taste… As for her wounds, she could no longer feel them; under the influence of adrenaline, she didn't care about anything that wasn't immediately fatal. A worm aimed at her unprotected head, its scythe-like forelimbs slashing as if to pin her to the spot—that was the real threat.

In an instant, Kyle was overcome by a powerful will to survive, pulling his bitten hands to shield his head. The scythe struck the chain on his wrist, severing it with incredible speed. The insect missed its target, then flapped its wings and swooped down, its scythe-like forelegs repeatedly raking through the ground. Death brushed past him, and Kyle narrowly avoided it several times by tilting his head.

If the monster dragging her hadn't cooperated even slightly—for example, slowed down or stopped altogether—she would have been doomed with her brains splattered. It was utterly absurd; she had actually been saved by a monster. This thought flashed through her mind, and she suddenly noticed Cassiopeia on the Royal Palace giving her a meaningful smile from afar, as if somehow connected to this whole affair.

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her ribs. Kyle realized something had gotten under her armor—a spiky tongue that seemed to be sucking her blood. She struggled to take a breath, grabbed the base of the monster's tongue (the part without spiky lobes), and ripped it off. The bloodsucking monster screamed and retreated. Kyle swung the remaining half of the chain at her wrist, trying to strike the other monster that threatened her life, but instead, she was violently thrown into the air by the beast that was dragging her.

The sudden feeling of weightlessness allowed Kyle to regain some of the sensation of flight. Seeing the monster below with its gaping maw waiting for her to fall and devour it, Kyle realized this might be her last and best chance to retaliate. Kyle cast a spell to summon the Sword of Judgment once more, while simultaneously struggling to keep her wings, bound by chains, steady in mid-air, positioning herself feet flat on the ground.

The burning blade was pulled from the monster's corpse and flew straight toward the angel. The blade split in two; one flew to her feet, carrying her away from the giant maw below, while the other grazed her back and severed the chains binding her wings.

A swarm of flying insects attacked, trying to knock Kyle down from mid-air. She immediately folded her steel-like wings to protect her body, blocking the first wave of attacks, and then flapped her wings again just before hitting the ground, soaring into the sky.

Returning to the sky, she shouted as she summoned the two swords that had been split in two back into her hands. Both swords burst into flames and turned golden.

The sacred fire ignited on Kyle's body, burning away her bleeding wounds, transforming her silver armor into new golden armor, and turning her silver hair golden. Wings burst forth from behind her, her original white wings now dyed golden six-winged by the sacred fire, and she exuded an aura of truth and punishment.

She spread her wings and beat them powerfully, and soon the wings were also ignited with sacred flames, a scene that inspired awe.

"Holy Fire! Cleanse you!" The Angel of Justice unleashed her strongest form, her twin swords clashing to unleash a thick, swift wave of flame that engulfed the swarm of insects before her.

Where the flames swept past, charred limbs flew into the sky, and the purple fungal carpet, ignited by the sacred fire, emitted distorted screams. Kyle unleashed all his fury on the swarm of insects before him, his twin swords wielding relentlessly, each strike unleashing golden flames, bringing punitive fire upon his enemies.

Chapter 702 Hidden Crisis

Above the enormous crater, the sun disk, like a suspended golden disc, blotted out the sky, its light piercing through the swarms of void insects and casting scorching patches of light on the pale purple sea. The Desert Emperor Azir was enveloped in flowing sand mist, the eagle emblem atop his scepter reflecting the golden light of the disk. Under the aura of this creation-level wonder, his figure exuded an almost divine majesty.

The battlefield below had long been clearly divided: the golden sand soldiers, forming a square formation like a solidified city wall, tenaciously defended the central area of ​​the pale purple sea; while the swarm of purple-black insects, like rising and falling turbid waves, crashed against the sand soldier lines wave after wave. The "crack" of spears piercing carapaces and the "rustling" of sand soldiers disintegrating into golden dust echoed throughout the vast, empty crater.

A million sand soldiers represent the limit of Azir's control, but not the entirety of his power. Under the relentless onslaught of the insect swarm, tens of thousands of soldiers perish every minute, but Azir can restore them all with a mere wave of his hand, continuously replenishing his forces. This includes phantoms of chimeras and a charging cavalry regiment, still capable of fighting against those large monsters, and not simply cannon fodder to be toyed with.

No nation in Runeterra could possibly contend with such an immortal golden army, yet faced with the overwhelming Void swarm, Azir's army could only hold their ground, pushing the front line even an inch further was an impossible task.

What weighed heavily on his mind was that he couldn't even find a target to advance towards. The pale purple sea didn't contain the void hatchery he had imagined, nor the central nest for commanding the swarm, nor even a region that could be called the "core".

He seemed to be constantly consuming the swarm's cannon fodder, yet countless monsters continued to emerge from the interconnected underground tunnels—like a nightmare awakened from the millennia-old sands of Shurima, as if all the void creatures hidden beneath the continent were converging on this swallowed coastal city.

"The longer it drags on, the greater the variables will become." Azir sighed deeply as he gazed at the ever-emerging swarms of insects in the distance.

If they could wipe out all the Void creatures of Shurima in one fell swoop, this protracted battle wouldn't be a problem. But the Void Queen, Bervis, has yet to appear. Why wouldn't someone as powerful as her dare to come out and fight? It's not that she's afraid of death; she's waiting for an opportunity to cripple them in one fell swoop.

The two sides fought fiercely until nightfall. The golden light of the sun's disc pierced the darkness, illuminating the pale purple sea as if it were daytime, making even the patterns on the insect swarm's carapaces clearly visible.

But Azir's grip on the sword tightened, the heaviness in his heart like waterlogged sand, making it hard to breathe. He didn't tell Kai'Sa his weakness; the energy of the Sun Disk was never inexhaustible.

The solar disk does not have unlimited energy, so where does its energy come from? Naturally, it comes from the blazing sun in the sky.

On ordinary days, the sun's disk stores the intense sunlight of the desert, slowly releasing it at sunset. This cycle repeats continuously, keeping the oasis warm and bright at dawn. The lush vegetation in the oasis thrives thanks to this constant supply of sunlight and groundwater, providing a verdant haven in the barren desert.

The desert sun is intense, and the energy stored in the solar disk during the day is often more than sufficient to get through the night. Furthermore, the brightness of the solar disk decreases at night, reducing energy consumption and minimizing the impact of darkness on residents' sleep. This means that even in the event of a massive, dark sandstorm, there is ample energy reserve, so there's no need to worry about being plunged into darkness.

But all of this only applies to peacetime.

On this battlefield, Azir must constantly draw energy from the disc to keep the millions of sand soldiers from collapsing; the disc itself must also activate a self-defense mode, acting as a defensive tower that constantly fires beams of light to destroy any enemy that shows any intention to attack it.

The double drain is like a leaky water tank; the sun's abundant energy reserves are rapidly dissipating. At this rate, let alone lasting until sunrise the next day, it probably won't even last until the latter half of the night.

This is exactly the same weakness as that of Leona, the Celestial Spirit of the Sun, since both originated from the Titan civilization. Powers sharing the same roots naturally have similar constraints.

Azir dared not think too deeply about what would happen next. Once the energy of the Sun Disk was exhausted, he would no longer be able to maintain the scale of a million sand soldiers, and the Ascended accompanying him would also fall into exhaustion due to the loss of light energy. At that time, the number of sand soldiers would be drastically reduced, and the swarm of insects from the Pale Purple Sea would overwhelm the defenses like a flood breaking through a dam. If no turning point came, the first person to fall tonight would probably appear.

"This can't go on forever. We have to find the mastermind hiding in the shadows." Azir's eagle eyes swept across the battlefield, his gaze landing on Kai'Sa in the distance.

She was running through the winding, twisting streets, searching for Bervis's trail. Clearly, Azir wasn't the only one who realized this; now he could only focus on defense and wait for news from Kai'Sa.

On this bizarre, thick carpet formed by mutated coral polyps lies a constantly shifting, ruined city. Here, only newly born Void wraiths and strangely structured buildings remain. Kasha has searched the ruins for half a day but still hasn't found any trace of Bervis.

The city was constantly changing; the same place could look completely different at different times. Even someone with a perfect memory would get lost here. At Kasha's pace, half a day was more than enough time for her to explore every corner of the city ten times over, yet she still occasionally encountered terrifying things she had never seen before. [The last sentence appears to be unrelated and possibly a fragment from another text: "You Yong Mei Mei Lin Xiang Kong Ni Lin Zai Zai Mei Ne..."]

What prompted Kasha to stay and search for Bervis was that she discovered the monsters here didn't attack her unprovoked. Numerous creatures along the way cast admiring glances at her, as if she were a distinguished guest arriving at the Queen's palace.

But there was no way this place could be used as a safe house; anyone other than her would still be attacked relentlessly if they entered the ruins. The intention was clear: Piervis only wanted to see her and wouldn't receive anyone else.

Schools of Void Remoras darted through the winding, twisting streets, their dark forms darting about. Everywhere was grotesque and eerie, nothing a complete image, as if a painting had been half-finished and lost its inspiration, seemingly desperately seeking only everything.

A teddy bear floated by, its body adorned with the wings of a dozen seagulls, struggling to maintain its balance. Kasha, suppressing the urge to vomit, pushed it aside, but then stopped as if remembering something.

Perhaps this is some kind of guidance? If I continue wandering aimlessly like this, when will I finally see the Queen herself?

With that thought in mind, Kasha followed the teddy bear as if possessed. After passing through two twisted streets, she came across a wall that looked familiar.

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Chapter 703 Piervis's Preparations

Kyle clashed her twin swords, each swing unleashing waves of golden flame. Yet, despite her relentless attacks, the swarm of insects continued to encircle her like a rising tide of black waves, their densely packed bodies overlapping each other, obscuring most of the sky, showing no signs of weakening.