Void Beetle Evolution Guide

In the end, she achieved her goal, successfully squeezing out all the ammunition from the Wild Hunt before collapsing.

Chapter 726 The Performance of the Two Dragon Maidens

Katarina had always been critical of Cassiopeia, so it was truly rare that the two sisters could now serve the same master so harmoniously.

If we were to pinpoint what caused Katarina's change of heart, it would have to be thanks to Pierreville. Having died once, she naturally learned to cherish the people around her.

Now she has a much clearer perspective and has let go of her prejudices. She can't change her family of origin, but she can change her attitude.

The fact that Wild Hunt made them wait outside the door was tantamount to forcing them to participate, so even if she didn't want to go with her sister, she had no choice but to go.

Then she will find that, in this one matter only, Cassiopeia will not treat her unfairly, but will let her go with high spirits and leave with great satisfaction.

After the two sisters collapsed, it was the two dragon maidens' turn to compete for mating rights.

"Now it's up to you to see how you perform." Wild Hunt patted their bottoms and lay down on the bed, intending to switch to a passive position to relax.

Portil leaned down and brought his face between the Wild Hunt's legs, tossed his hair up and hung it on his horn, and swallowed the little Wild Hunt whole, filling his mouth completely, ignoring the sticky filth.

"You'd better clean this up properly."

"Gurgle... Hmm~"

Portil nodded slightly, his throat straight, his narrowed, icy blue eyes filled with a mesmerizing sense of satisfaction.

His throat bobbed up and down as he released a breath of icy cold air, infusing it with abundant energy. The slightly tired Wild Hunt instantly perked up, and Wild Hunt also gasped in shock.

To serve the Wild Hunt, she never stopped developing her body. At this moment, her mouth had reached a state of perfection, with complete control over its opening and closing, and her oral skills were superb.

With her nasal cavity filled with the lewd and obscene smell of humans, Portil completely abandoned her shame and froze all the bodily fluids covering her into delicious ice cream. She kept swallowing, licking, and savoring it, reluctant to eat it all at once.

"Help...why won't it stop..."

Saifei's fingers were already probing between her legs, thrusting in and out vigorously. Her muscular legs were spread wide apart, and the sound of splashing water was constant, creating an exaggerated puddle beneath her.

When Hailong climaxes, his entire body spurts water, and the amount is incredibly exaggerated; he's completely soaked, as if he's been caught in a rainstorm, with water dripping from his chin. His delicate face paired with his muscular physique creates a unique and captivating sight.

She took the initiative, forcefully pulling the two sisters, who were locked in a passionate kiss, apart. She then pulled Wild Hunt into her arms and began kissing him.

Her full lips weren't as moist and sticky as Cassiopeia's, but they were powerful and aggressive. Her thick, large slug pried open her teeth and actively grabbed her wild tongue, and in the blink of an eye, they were entwined together.

At the same time, a muscular long leg was slightly raised and hung on the towering horizontal clothesline, the silky smoothness and the sticky heat of the knee bend together, hooking and pulling up and down.

Wild Hunt, disrespectful to the unruly nature of the man, brazenly slid his hands up his shapely waist, grasping the large, watermelon-like breasts beneath the taut cheongsam and kneading them with abandon. Compared to them, his own hands were mere dainty.

The two dragon maidens have vastly different temperaments and physiques; one is like melted ice, and the other is like a starving ghost. The former is slender, while the latter is athletic, each with their own unique charm.

While Portil's Frosty Maw was stimulating, it couldn't help the Wild Hunt extract the essence. She stood up and half-squatted, intending to put the Golden Cudgel back into the Dragon Palace. She even opened the door with two fingers, but Sephiroth, who was watching her intently from the side, beat her to it.

"No! I can't take it anymore!"

Sephiroth, under the influence of the little hand, suddenly raised her head and gasped for breath. With slightly red eyes, she let out a low growl and knocked Portil off the Wild Hunt as well.

The queen of the deep sea tensed up, and with a forceful pull on her clothes, a muscular body full of powerful beauty suddenly appeared.

Her large, firm breasts, barely contained by a deep blue bra, stood tall and proud, her shapely buttocks perfectly rounded, and her waist and abdomen exuded a taut, muscular physique. You, Merlin, Yonglin, you, Kong, you, Lin, are you here...?

Lifting her thighs, which were clamping her member, she saw a large hole torn in her glossy black stockings, revealing fair skin and a sticky sheen that spoke of unrestrained desire.

Without a word, she tore open the tight fabric between her plump buttocks, placed one hand on the Wild Hunt's chest, grabbed the large tail with the other, aimed it at the entrance to the Dragon Palace, and sat down all the way down in one breath.

"Ugh... So cold!!!" As soon as it was put in, Sephie let out a scream like a shower, clearly not expecting that the thing that had been blown by Portil would be so cold, and was quite stimulated for a moment.

She gasped for breath, the icy chill that had forced its way in made her waist tremble, but her plump buttocks still involuntarily swayed back and forth like a millstone.

The others' eyes lit up immediately, as if they had discovered a wonderful way to play, and they also wanted to come up and try it out, but Sephi firmly occupied the high ground and refused to give in.

She leaned over and pressed Wild Hunt's hands forcefully onto the bed. The undulating muscles between her legs, where her pantyhose ripped, propelled her powerful waist, her loose, dark blue hair swaying in unison with her ample breasts and the cleavage between them. Her large, round buttocks sometimes rose and slammed down, sometimes swayed violently, prompting a back scratcher to thoroughly cleanse every nook and cranny. Her black-stockinged, shapely legs, glistening with a thin, oily sheen, became the most powerful propulsive force.

With an unbridled, ruthless approach, Sephiroth relentlessly exploited the resources of those who would follow. Under this fully-powered engine, the Wild Hunt felt wave after wave of pent-up energy surge, but ultimately couldn't withstand the crushing force of the machine and surrendered its ammunition once again.

She showed no sign of stopping until she was drenched in sweat, then slowly turned off the engine and slowed down the pace. With a "pop," she pulled out the plug and let the torrent of water pour down.

The persecuted Portil was forced to eat scraps and could only clean up the filth left by the dragon and freeze the little Wild Hunt back to solid.

Seeing her pitiful state, Wild Hunt got up and made her turn around and stick her butt out. He lifted her skirt, stretched out his fingers and peeled the fabric, touching her twice. Seeing that his raised fingertips were covered with glistening fluid, he then thrust his hips towards the center of her legs.

She gripped his horns and worked tirelessly, relentlessly whipping the dragon girl before her, who was ecstatic. Under his violent onslaught, Portil's dress slipped down her shoulders, leaving only a small part hanging on her shoulders.

Unaware of her surroundings, Portil's plump, white buttocks swayed from side to side like a puppy, welcoming the long spear nestled between her flesh. Her full, soft breasts trembled and swayed precariously in front of her chest, and with each thrust of the figure behind her, waves of flesh rippled across her body.

Before long, she couldn't withstand the impact. She quickly raised her buttocks and leaned back, her smooth, white thighs taut and straight, like a wild beast marking its territory, glistening wetness spraying back and covering Wild Hunt's waist.

Chapter 727 Caught in the Act

Kai'Sa, carrying two runes, was rushing back to the Royal Palace. Her toes touched the sea surface, splashing up fierce white waves that disturbed the calm water. At her current speed, she could walk on water as if it were flat ground, even faster than flying.

After crossing the last hundred meters, Kasha leaped and casually jumped onto the deck.

"I'm back." Kasha happily pushed open the door, only to be met with a scene of utter debauchery and debauchery. Her face darkened instantly, and even the light in her eyes disappeared.

The air was thick with the scent of sedation, and the pale flesh was glistening with a dazed, intoxicating aroma. Clearly, this had been going on for quite some time.

"Well, you guys are something else. I went through all that trouble to find things, and you're here having fun." Even if Kasha was angry, she couldn't change what had already happened.

As she rubbed her hands together, she spoke in a sarcastic, high-pitched voice, drawing everyone's attention. Those followers, who had been clinging to the Wild Hunt with vacant stares, finally snapped out of their daze.

Some hurriedly raised their hands to wipe the drool from the corners of their mouths, their fingertips brushing against the sticky residue, and then frantically wiped it on their clothes; others frantically brushed aside their hair, which was covered in some unknown filth, revealing their flushed faces, their eyes darting away, not daring to look at the doorway; still others subconsciously touched the corners of their mouths, as if they had been swallowing something just a few seconds ago, and now all that remained was a hand full of embarrassment.

"Ka...Kasha, how come you're back so quickly..." Cassiopeia was the first to react, managing a forced smile as she grabbed some scattered clothes to cover herself. Her lips were stiff, and her eyes darted around, avoiding eye contact with Kasha.

Even she didn't expect Kasha to come back so quickly. Now that she's been caught cheating, she's probably going to get a beating.

She feared that Kai'Sa would use the same method Syndra had used to threaten her, beating her while healing herself, continuing to beat her until she felt better.

If it were just getting beaten up, that would be fine. What she feared most was that Kasha would develop a rift in her relationship with them, which would be the Wild Hunt's biggest headache.

"Yes, I'm back. Do you have anything to say to me?" Kasha's smile was forced, her eyes devoid of any light, making her look particularly eerie. Moreover, she didn't move forward; she just stood under the doorway, like an invisible wall blocking their only escape route.

The group felt awkward meeting his gaze again and looked to Wild Hunt for help. Wild Hunt said in a deep voice, "You can all leave now."

Following Wild Hunt's instructions, the disheveled group rushed towards the door. But Kai'Sa suddenly shouted, "Stop!" as if defying Wild Hunt's orders and showing no respect.

The atmosphere froze for a moment. Just when everyone thought Kai'Sa was about to have some kind of conflict with Wild Hunt, she took out two runes and tossed them to the two sisters.

"Take the rune and disappear from my sight immediately."

The group breathed a sigh of relief. Cassiopeia obsequiously accepted the rune and squeezed through the gap next to Kaisa to get out the door. Unperturbed by the playful kick, they scurried back onto the deck, treating it as a mere game.

Soon, only the unconscious Syndra remained in the room. This wasn't the first time she had been unconscious. Half a day had passed, and she had woken up earlier, but her escape attempt failed, and she was captured and thoroughly violated by the Wild Hunt.

Kasha closed the door behind her, then slowly walked up to Wild Hunt, looking at him with a scrutinizing gaze, as if trying to figure out just how many people he had been with.

"Don't look at me like that, come closer and talk to me." Wild Hunt pulled Kai'Sa's hand and made her sit sideways on his lap, while his arms wrapped around her slender waist.

"It's so unfair! I've been running errands all day, and they're enjoying themselves here." Kasha pouted, looking like she needed to be coaxed.

If it's just this small matter, then it's simple. Just take her feelings into consideration.

"You've worked hard." Wild Hunt massaged Kasha's thighs to relax her, then rubbed her small hands and held them in his palms. "The great battle has put everyone on edge, they need some relief. How about this, you take a break, and I'll have them do anything for you."

Kai'Sa knew that those who participated in the Void War were prone to post-traumatic stress disorder, just like that group of Darkin. So she didn't say anything negative, but simply shook her head and sighed, "No need, I can't stay idle anyway. Sigh, maybe I'm just born to be a busybody."

The thought that the Void Watchers might become gods and one day suddenly break their seal, with a dozen Watchers descending upon Runeterra simultaneously, still lingered in Kai'Sa's mind, preventing her from fully relaxing and enjoying her leisure time. It was just that this feeling wasn't as intense as the one from Bervis, so she didn't show it on her face.

Kasha was the first host to fuse with the skin armor, and she felt it was her destiny, thus possessing an extremely strong sense of responsibility. For this, she even promised the Wild Hunt to bring in other familiars. She did receive a lot of help, but many more women were now vying for her man, and Kasha no longer wanted to delve into the complexities of the situation. "Merlin's here, Lin Kong, is Lin here or not…?"

These followers harbor various motives—ambition, power, or immortality… Their desire to save the world from the threat of the Void is not as pure as Kai'Sa's. Although they know that once the world is swallowed up, all these so-called pursuits will become mere illusions, they still cannot relinquish their pursuit of other things.

Therefore, she can only constantly push herself to take on more responsibility.

"Are you ready to go to the Howling Abyss?"

"Not yet. I plan to go to Icathia first to assess the situation of the Great Rift. Last time we went there because of the Darkin, we left without properly checking the situation, and I still feel a little uneasy about it."

In fact, all living Void creatures in this world originated from Icathia. If that place could be sealed away, it would largely prevent the re-emergence of powerful Void creatures like Rek'Sai or Belvis.

"We can wait a bit. We can take Katarina with us. It shouldn't take her too long to return the Sun Disk." Wild Hunt wanted Kai'Sa to rest for a while, so he came up with an excuse.

As for why Katarina, it's naturally because Zolani's soul still resides within her. Perhaps by bringing this ancient Icathian along, they could uncover some clues that are not easily noticed.

Wild Hunt will also be there; he'll be present for almost anything important, something Kai'Sa already knows without me having to say it.

Kasha gave a soft "hmm," then cleared her mind and rested her head on Wild Hunt's shoulder. After being touched for a while, she gradually became aroused, lifting her head to straddle Wild Hunt's lap and engaging in a passionate kiss.

After exchanging a few drops of saliva, Kai'Sa could no longer resist tearing off her armor and began to retaliate by lifting her buttocks and riding him.

Chapter 728 Morgana's Request

Inside Morgana's cave, the Wild Hunt was having a deep conversation with his mistress in the darkness.

They embraced face to face, exchanging body heat, using gentle body language to ease their tension.

Accustomed to Morgana's silence, Wild Hunt suddenly heard her take the initiative to talk about recent events.

"My sister has been acting strangely ever since she came back. Do you have any clues?"

Speaking of Kyle, Wild Hunt has been paying quite a bit of attention to her lately.

She took a blow for Kai'Sa during that great battle, and in return, the Wild Hunt healed her after the war and, as promised, let her go.

However, Kyle did not choose to leave because she was killed instantly by Bervis, while the enemy she believed in saved the world through self-sacrifice.

This had a tremendous impact on her values, and for the first time, she began to doubt the beliefs that she had always strictly adhered to, beliefs that had never wavered even when she accidentally hurt her own father.

Besides being lost in confusion, another reason Kyle didn't choose to leave was that her wings, torn to shreds, couldn't be restored. Those were powers bestowed by the heavens, beyond the healing capabilities of runes.

From that moment on, Kyle could no longer soar through the skies, and was forced to drag behind him a pair of ugly, terrifying skeletal wings. For an angel, this was tantamount to wearing a self-incriminating decree.

So the Wild Hunt sent her back to Morgana, allowing her to take Kayle in under the guise of sheltering her rather than imprisoning her.

As Kyle's only family member in the world, her sister Morgana quickly noticed her abnormality and went back to the Wild Hunt.

"I dragged her into the Void War, and then she was terrified by the horrific things you saw in your nightmares, suffering both physical and mental trauma, which ultimately caused her to lose her will to fight," the Wild Hunt replied. "In addition, she may also suffer from post-traumatic stress disorder. This mental illness is common among veterans; the Ascended who participated in the Void War back then fell into darkness under the influence of mental illness."

The Wild Hunt spoke of Kayle with the same indifference he would show to a disposable tool, devoid of even a trace of hatred. This, however, began to worry Morgana. Would he help her if she asked for his assistance?

"Does everyone who has participated in the Void Wars experience this?" Morgana asked.

"If your mind isn't strong enough, you'll..."

"..."

Kyle didn't seem like someone with a weak will, so what kind of terror and despair had she experienced to become like that? Morgana couldn't even imagine it.

"If I may ask, could you please help her?"

Wild Hunt looked at Morgana with surprise. "Kyle needs psychological counseling, isn't that exactly what you excel at?"

Morgana sighed, "My sister is prejudiced against me. She... won't listen to me."

Wild Hunt pondered for a moment, then said, "How about this, you organize a mutual aid group, and I'll find people to participate. More communication might help her get through this."

……

Two days later, Wild Hunt brought his guests to revisit Morgana's cave.

Among his guests were Leona and Diana, both Protoss, and Ahri, who was skilled in soul magic.

"Phew~ It's been so long since I've been out for a walk. Being stuck on this deserted island is driving me crazy with boredom~" Merlin, are you there? Yongkong, are you there?

As soon as Ahri emerged from the portal, she trotted over to Wild Hunt, affectionately took his arm, leaned on his shoulder with a smile, and wagged her tail, like a lively little fox who had been waiting at home and was suddenly taken out to play by her owner, her excitement overflowing.

In contrast, the Sun, Moon, and Star Spirits beside them seemed somewhat reserved, standing side by side with serious faces, looking around as if wondering if this was a trap.

“Ah Li, you can tell me anytime you want to go out for a walk. Now that my abilities have been enhanced, going anywhere is just a piece of cake.” Wild Hunt let her hold his arm and affectionately pinched Ah Li’s cheek.

Ahri has facial markings resembling a beard, which is similar to Kai'Sa's, but their face shapes are quite different.

"Hmm~" Ahri shook her head and replied understandingly, "I know you're busy, so I can't trouble you too much. Besides, you have to be patient when doing research. If you're always thinking about playing, it's easy to get distracted. Our ancestors are watching me. If I only work hard for a few days and then slack off for a few days, I'll disappoint them."

Ahri was also good at reading people. Seeing the two Celestials walking along the dark forest path, constantly looking around and showing unease about their new environment, she asked, "Is this Demacia? It doesn't look quite like what I imagined."

"This is indeed Demacia, but it's far from the capital and in a rather remote location. The lady of the house we're going to today doesn't like to be disturbed by soldiers."

Wild Hunt led the three toward Morgana's cave, passing through a dense, dark jungle canopy, and arrived at a wasteland filled with ruins.

A desolate and ruined atmosphere greeted them, making them instinctively think that tonight would be Resident Evil's Night. Ahri was already clinging tightly to Wild Hunt's arm in fear, but he turned around and led them to a giant tree with cherry-colored and dark purple leaves.

The colossal tree rose from the ground, reaching a height of about a hundred meters, much larger than the Dream Tree in the Garden of Forgetfulness. Nestled among the ruins, it easily made one overlook the unsettling surroundings. Its presence softened the gloomy atmosphere; the cold moonlight was blocked by the leaves, turning into dappled shadows, and even the previously eerie wind became gentle and pleasant.

Under the tree, there was a table carved from a tree root, covered with tea and snacks. A rich aroma of tea wafted through the air, as if urging everyone to sit down.

"Wow, they've even prepared tea. Is this a welcome gift?" Ahri fell in love with the environment at first sight. To be able to enjoy tea in such a poetic setting is a spiritual cure for any Ionian.

"Let's go sit down."

The group approached the table, just as the kettle on the stove began to bubble and boil. Sona and Lux, who were in the tree hollow, heard the sound and came down to take the kettle, their eyes meeting the group's.