Void Beetle Evolution Guide

As she watched in horror, the undead immediately caught up with her, and its mouth pierced by a fishhook opened to an arc that no ordinary person could achieve.

The undead clearly hadn't bitten her yet, but Sarah felt something bite her shoulder. The blood from the wound was sucked instinctively by her skin armor, and the strange pain pushed her fear to the extreme.

It was as if this skin armor was actually going to eat it up bit by bit from the inside!

"Please let me go! I will compensate you for the destroyed ship. I have a considerable amount of savings in Bilgewater, which is more than enough to build a new ship. You can take it all!"

"Do you think I would go after your money? It's just a broken ship. It's ruined, but this matter can't just be let go."

She begged for mercy, but the Wild Hunt was not willing to let her go easily. The whispers sounded again, and the armor bit her skin while humiliating her personality.

A tsunami of pain overwhelmed Sarah, but she couldn't even move her fingers at all, except for her chest, which was not overly squeezed.

Because there was a pair of invisible hands wantonly playing with her magnificent breasts, kneading them into various shapes. What was even more hateful was that the Wild Hunt was also commenting on her while belittling her to the point of being worthless.

"I really don't understand. What did you eat to grow so big? You are the most incompetent host I have ever seen. You don't have any magical talent, and you can't provide me with new abilities. Only these big breasts are worth playing with."

"Uh... ah..."

Sarah thought that as long as she was let go, she would be willing to give her a few pounds of fat.

But she couldn't refute it because the tentacle reached into her mouth and directly into her throat, almost filling up the entire esophagus.

She lost consciousness due to suffocation, and her uncontrollable saliva flowed out from the corners of her mouth and was absorbed by the skin armor. She was already on the verge of incontinence, so she didn't care about anything else.

The Wild Hunt continued to play with Miss Fortune's breasts. This pair of weapons was truly amazing. They were as elastic as jelly and had a perfect shape. They felt great as handles.

The flesh is plump and large, but the tip of the peach is very small. There are no rough pores on the delicate skin. The pink halos protrude like cones, just as delicious and tempting as a washed white peach.

Even if it is soaked in sea water while wearing skin armor, the Wild Hunt can make the southern hemisphere shake constantly by gently tapping it a few times. There is a trance-like draping feeling between the up and down jumps. I wonder what kind of breast waves it will create if it is put in the air.

"What... do you want to do?" Sarah gasped for breath because of the strange feeling on her chest, and she struggled to squeeze out a word.

She didn't understand why the Wild Hunt had to pick a war time to invade her. There were so many opportunities before, but he waited until now.

"I rescued you from Drifting City not because I wanted you to pay off your debt, nor because I was impressed by your abilities." Wild Hunter said slowly, "I have so many followers, including women I raised and watched grow up, loyal slaves, devout believers, and pets who repay their gratitude... The only thing missing is a toy that needs to be trained, and this is the position I give you."

Chapter 150: Playthings to Please

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plaything.

After hearing this word, Sarah's eyes widened instantly and tears of humiliation and unwillingness burst out.

She struggled again, with such strength that she broke the limits of the human body and actually broke her own arm. Even her skin was torn and peeled off because she twisted with all her strength without paying attention to the adhesion of the skin armor.

How could Sarah Fortune allow herself to be someone else's plaything?

From the fact that she came to Bilgewater alone for revenge and has been lurking beside the murderer for many years, it can be seen that she is a paranoid and stubborn woman who will not be easily defeated even if she dies.

Seeing her determined look of dying, the Wild Hunter tightened his armor again to imprison her.

"It's useless. Once you fall into my hands, you won't even have the right to seek death." The Wild Hunt paused, then changed the subject: "But I'm not a demon who would torture you for fun."

"Just now I was just demonstrating to let you know who has the final say. From now on I will give you a choice... Come back with me, and I will let you go after I defeat Gangplank, and all the previous things will be written off; or become a plaything to please me, but I will give you the power to kill Gangplank yourself."

The conditions set by the Wild Hunt are multiple-choice questions for most people. No matter what you choose, Gangplank will be killed. The difference is whether he is killed by yourself or by others. There is no need to sacrifice your entire life for a moment of pleasure.

However, Sarah is different. The idea of killing Planck has been lingering in her mind for ten years. She thinks about how to find an opportunity to take revenge every day and night. Hatred is her motivation to live.

She hadn't shown it before because she was powerless, but once she gained the power, she would bite Gangplank like a razor eel and tear bites of flesh from him.

And now, the possibility of killing her enemy is right in front of her, and she must consider whether this will be her only chance in this life.

Although she didn't know whether she could only kill Gangplank after obtaining the power of the Wild Hunt, if she couldn't even kill him that way, then she would not be qualified to deal with him in the future.

"You'd better make a choice quickly. Kai'Sa has gone to find Gangplank. If you let her succeed first, you will never have the chance to take revenge yourself." Seeing her struggling with the difficult decision, the Wild Hunter hummed a light melody and reminded her casually.

"No one is allowed to compete with me!"

Sarah's long suppressed anger was directly ignited. She roared with her eyes bulging. The bloodshot on her eyeballs burst because of excessive force, and her hair trembled uncontrollably.

"Choosing power means giving up dignity. Do you understand the consequences?" The Wild Hunt confirmed.

"Stop talking! Give me strength! I can't wait to kill him now!"

The Wild Hunter burst into laughter. Sarah's choice was as expected. He had completely grasped the woman's weakness.

"Give up resistance and let me inject my power into your body."

He repeated it, and this time Sarah finally gave up resistance and began to establish a neural link.

Without any obstacles, the skin armor and Sarah merged from the physical level to the spiritual level. She began to feel the instinct of the skin armor, the terrible instinct that wanted to devour everything.

But now, this unnatural creation was repairing her injuries and treating her as an extension of her body.

A strange instinct awakened in her body, and she gradually began to understand how to use this second skin, waving her arms as if she were commanding it.

At the same time, the curse left on her by the devil was accidentally broken, and her lower body changed from a fish tail to human legs again.

In just a few breaths, she felt as if she had been reborn, and endless power surged throughout her body, which was much more generous than what the devil had given her.

It turns out that having power feels so wonderful.

"Tsk, you really don't have any ability at all. No wonder you can only be used as a plaything."

"Am I that bad?"

Sarah was still shocked by the power of the skin armor, but when she turned around, she heard the disappointing voice of the Wild Hunter, and a strong sense of resentment suddenly rose in her heart.

"Other hosts can more or less give me some abilities to allow my skin armor to evolve, but you can't provide anything. Aren't you just a waste?"

The Wild Hunt knew that as the number of followers increased, it would become difficult to acquire new abilities, but he could not help but feel dissatisfied with Sarah.

This invisibly left a mark on Sarah's mind. Without even knowing it, she subconsciously began to agree with the idea that waste is playthings.

"Whether it is waste or not is up to me to decide."

Sarah was not so easily discouraged. She treated the Wild Hunt's words as nonsense, and the only thing on her mind was revenge.

As long as she can kill her enemy with her own hands, she will pay any price.

She raised her hand like Kassadin and fired a plasma bullet from her palm. The high-temperature bullet immediately evaporated the seawater into a series of bubbles, which exploded and engulfed the undead, creating a heat wave that swept across.

Only after experiencing it herself did Sarah realize how powerful the skin armor is. She couldn't help but sigh that this thing is much more powerful than a pistol.

Even a gunpowder gun made by a gunsmith of her mother's level would jam if it was not maintained regularly, but this hand cannon had unlimited bullets. It was too exaggerated.

Just as Sarah was about to break through the undead, a tentacle suddenly penetrated between her legs which had just been separated. This instantly disrupted her swimming posture, and she clamped her legs together and shouted questions.

"Wait! What do you want to do?!"Mei thinks I don't have time for Yong, Lin has Yong...

"Plaything, it's time for you to please me."

The Wild Hunt spoke succinctly and, ignoring her fierce resistance, he forced his tentacles into the tight and wet mudflats.

I wanted to push through to the end, but I felt a slight obstruction and my tentacles couldn't help but pause.

He was a little surprised. He didn't expect that this seemingly dissolute woman could remain a chaste woman in the lawless Bilgewater. That really took some skill.

"Hehe, it seems that you are not completely useless." The Wild Hunter spoke with a double entendre, and Sarah, who instantly understood the implication, also blushed.

She knew that her mouth-watering body was the strongest weapon against men, but she could make a living by relying on her brain and strength, so there was no need to ruin herself.

But here in the Wild Hunt, she had lost all her strength and means, and had no choice.

After knowing that she was a virgin, the tentacles did not rush to go deeper, but instead rubbed between her buttocks.

After the Wild Hunt stopped torturing her with the excruciating pain of near-death, the shame that she hadn't felt when her breasts were touched before began to emerge, causing Sarah's breathing to become rapid.

"Damn it, how can I get revenge if you do this?" Sarah asked in a trembling voice, her voice rising several degrees, with a charm that she herself was not aware of.

The most terrifying thing is that she was clearly aware that she was being violated, and she had tried her best to resist it mentally and physically, but physiologically she still felt a hint of pleasure from it, and it was getting more and more intense.

"These two things are not contradictory. Can't you take revenge while you're having an orgasm? Aren't there many people who die in Bilgewater in women's bellies every year?" The Wild Hunt asked wickedly.

"What the hell are you crazy about?! Is that how you use that phrase?!" Sarah was going crazy.

The Wild Hunter had no sympathy for her thoughts at all. Chunchun was just forcing her to do something against her will.

How can a woman wear an unfamiliar set of armor and endure the invasion of the armor while fighting a powerful enemy? Keep the action in shape.

She is not frigid and can act freely without being affected.

However, the more she resisted, the more excited the Wild Hunt became.

"As a toy, you've given me quite a lot of fun." The Wild Hunt added, "Since this is your first time, I've changed my mind. As long as you can endure it, I can free you from your status as a toy and no longer force you to do anything. I can even let you go. But if you can't hold on and lose consciousness along the way and fail to kill Gangplank, don't blame me."

Chapter 151: Like to be tough

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Sarah didn't believe a word of the Wild Hunt's promise.

Now that she was in the hands of the Wild Hunt, wouldn't it be easy to make her lose consciousness in the battle? Just a thought was enough. She had no right to gamble with the Wild Hunt.

At this point, no matter how reluctant she was, she had no choice but to accept it, and at most she could only resist it verbally.

"You are simply a monster! Tam is nothing compared to you!"

"Thank you for the compliment."

"you--"

Sarah was so angry that she swallowed the curse words that were about to come out of her throat, for fear that she would curse him and make him feel good. Little did she know that her cursing and complaining in extreme anger was also one of the pleasures that the Wild Hunter could get from her.

The other followers became too well-behaved and obedient after being trained once. It is far less fun than training this kind of guy who is weak and has a bad temper.

"Are you not leaving yet? I'm not negotiating with you. If you wait until Kai'Sa takes care of Gangplank, it will be too late for you to regret it."

"Sinister bastard!"

The Wild Hunt urged Sarah to try to surround the broken undead. Faced with the massive amount of undead, she quickly calmed down and thought about countermeasures.

However, with her mortal thinking, she was completely unable to guess the various abilities of the skin armor, and she was unable to make a decision for a moment, not knowing which ability to use to break the impasse in this situation.

"Don't worry about these undead. You can't kill them all even if you want. Gangplank has the Ruined Blade. Once he is dealt with, these undead will naturally disperse."

The Wild Hunt helped her, controlling her hand to tear open a void rift in the sea.

The sea water found an outlet, and in an instant the surrounding sea water formed a whirlpool, carrying Sarah and rushing towards the portal frantically.

Sarah had no idea what was going on inside and her consciousness retreated backwards, but Wild Hunter slapped her hard on her round, firm and plump buttocks, causing her to lose balance and be sucked in.

When Sarah was spit out of the portal again, she came to a flooded cabin.

The rotting corpse of the sea snake exuded a bloody stench, the surrounding debris was covered with a layer of cold white frost, and frozen water droplets fell from the ceiling as the ship swayed.

Along with her, a large amount of sea water and some fish and shrimp were vomited out. She lay in a puddle, retching painfully, trying hard to tame her disobedient limbs and get up.

At this moment, Sarah was stunned by the vibration coming from deep inside the hull.

Even though she had never been on the ship, she could infer from the vibrations from the firing that she had arrived at the bottom of the cabin of the Dark Abyss - only the two huge cannons on the Dark Abyss could produce such strong vibrations.

It seems that Planck was very angry about the provocation of the Royal Palace. Even though the Royal Palace had sunk into the water, Planck wanted to blow it to pieces.

Sarah slowly got up, her wet red hair hanging down from her face, dripping with water. Before she could stand still, her raised buttocks were hit again.

This time, unlike before when he just slapped her with his hand, the Wild Hunter seemed to push up with his entire hips. The unexpected impact made her stumble forward several steps and kneel on the ground, her feet wading through a lot of water.

Sarah's eyes widened instantly, and she squeezed out a few silent words from between her teeth in shame and anger.

But the Wild Hunter didn't respond at all. He just whispered "I'm going to start" in her ear and started playing with her familiar body.

Sarah felt like she was possessed by a ghost. No matter how she changed her posture, she felt a strange touch on her skin armor, as if there was a man sticking close to her back.

The Wild Hunt reached out and grabbed Miss Fortune's breasts and squeezed them wantonly, while the latter could only watch her proud capital being squeezed into all kinds of obscene shapes through the dents of the constantly squirming skin armor.

Not only that, the Wild Hunt also used it as a handle and rode Sarah under him. The tentacles that were originally rubbing her vulva once again separated her plump buttocks, squeezed open her lips and drilled into her moist and warm nest.

As the one being ridden, Sarah felt extremely embarrassed.

She thought she only had to endure the crawling of the skin armor, but now she had to endure invisible impacts. This situation was far worse than she wanted.

Forget about going to kill Gangplank. Her legs were so weak that she couldn't even walk straight. The ship was still shaking, and she fell several times just on the short walk to the hatch.

The Wild Hunter could have used the skin armor to directly stimulate her private parts, but he insisted on simulating the touch of the human body to violate her. He completely treated her as a tool for his sexual gratification and wanted to see her show her ugly side.

This was a blatant humiliation, trampling on her dignity as a human being.

"We can't let him succeed...we can't let him succeed!"

"Get used to this feeling! Quick!!"