Void Beetle Evolution Guide

"Is that it? The sword of the Ancient King?" Gangplank stared at the greatsword, subconsciously feeling that cold weapons were not as useful as the dozens of thirty-pound cannons on the Abyss.

“It’s the Blade of the Ruined King. His soul lies within it,” Thresh corrected. His voice was high and low, unclear, and contained more emotion than many people. “With the Ba’ru treasure you brought from Bilgewater, we can draw out the king’s soul. But to trap him… to control his dark power… you’ll need the amulet I gave you.”

"I always carry it with me." Gangplank held up the amulet in front of his chest. It was a necklace made of three hooked sea beast teeth. It emitted a seaweed-like green light, protecting him from the black fog.

Before this, Gangplank didn't know which amulet the so-called Heart of Baru was, so he took all the holy relics in the temple and brought them all to Shadow Isles for Thresh to choose.

If Ornn knew he had done such a thing, she would probably destroy him to ashes regardless of their friendship.

“The Ruined King has become one with the Black Mist, and this amulet can absorb the Black Mist. Its power is closely related to the willpower of its wearer.” Thresh said.

"I am not afraid of even the trial of the Snake Mother by the Ba'ru priest. I will follow you deep into the Shadow Island alone. Isn't my will strong enough?"

“Is that really the case?” Thresh let out a gurgling chuckle from his throat, without making any comment.

For a long time, Thresh did not miss any opportunity and went to visit Bilgewater with the Soul-Eating Night, just to find a qualified person to deprive him of the long-coveted power of the ruin.

The Soul Eater is also the blade of the king. Through studying ancient books, Thresh discovered that in addition to Viego's Silver Throne bloodline, those who possess the spirit of a king are also qualified to use this sword.

The only places that the Black Mist can reach at this stage are Ionia and Bilgewater. Ionia is a region of peaceful co-governance. It is vast but cannot be considered a country and there is no king.

So he could only set his sights on Bilgewater, and the person most qualified to compete with the Ruined King for power in this place was Gangplank, who had already become the king here.

Putting down the lantern, Thresh continued: “When the time comes, you must defeat the Ruined King with your own will. Only then will you be able to control his magic.”

"A battle of wills?"

"Are you scared? Don't worry. This king and I are both from ancient times. I know his secrets. Thousands of years have passed. If he is still angry, I will break his will."

Gangplank snorted coldly. No one could underestimate the Pirate King. "You don't need to do anything. No one can stop me from ruling the world."

"You can never guess what's sleeping in your enemy's heart. You must protect the amulet even if it costs your life." Thresh's gaze shifted from the amulet on Gangplank's body to the Ruined Blade in the stone pit.

"Let us wake him up and see what a thousand years of sleep will do to a person's soul."

He walked down the stone pit, the sound of his iron boots hitting the rock wall. He raised his right hand, which was only left with joints, and grasped the hilt of the sword while exerting force.

"Beyond the veil...hear my call! - The Ruined King!"

Black lightning burst out from the cross center of the hilt, crackling and shooting towards the pool of water in front. The black fog was attracted and madly poured out of the sanctuary from all over, forming a black vortex.

And in the center of the vortex, a rotating sphere is born.

The Blade of the Ruined King continuously projected black lightning, dyeing the sphere into spherical lightning, and the light emitted illuminated the trajectory of each movement of the black mist.

The ball lightning madly sucked the black fog to grow stronger. It became bigger and bigger, and spun faster and faster... When the light reached its extreme that even the black fog could not cover it, the ball lightning exploded, and a man's figure appeared as if he had been reborn from a cocoon.

The man floated in midair, his limbs stretched out as if he was stretching his long-sleeping body, and his lips slightly parted as if he was adapting to the cold air. There was a triangular depression on his naked chest, from which stretched out sticky black mist tentacles that were as thick as substance, wrapping around the ancient sword.

During his lifetime, he was the king of Kamaviya.

After his death, he was Viego, the Ruined King.

After sleeping for a thousand years, he returned to the world again.

Chapter 124 Suffocating Love

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"Who is...calling me?"

Viego's voice was low and hoarse, full of indignation.

"I am Thresh, and I have called you back from the darkness."

Thresh's hand had loosened from the hilt of the sword. He raised his sharp skull face and looked at Viego, his tone respectful as if he was meeting the returning king.

Viego looked at Thresh with eyes full of light, examining his appearance, as if recalling the difference between this guide and he was a thousand years ago... He used to look very different from now, but it didn't matter anymore.

"Such a cold world." Viego took a deep breath, and a torrent of black mist surged out of his chest. There was no heart beating inside. "My queen...where is my queen?"

He touched the hole in his chest, and memories flooded into his mind. Viego remembered the last scene he saw before he died, when the ghost of Isolde stabbed him in the chest with a sword.

It hurts, it hurts too much.

How I wish that was an illusion.

“You have become weak from your sleep. We will go find her when your strength is restored,” Thresh replied.

"Where—is—she!" Viego growled word by word, eager to see Isolde.

“Your Majesty, you still love the queen so deeply.” Thresh sighed, “I have brought you two pieces of news about the queen, one good and one bad. Which one do you want to hear first?”

"Hurry up and tell me! You idiot, you are still keeping us in suspense even after your death." Viego roared.

"The good news is that the queen has regained her consciousness."Mei wants to be without Mei, there is no time for Yong, and there is no Lin Youyong...

"Isolde is awake?!" Viego murmured in ecstasy: "I knew that the sword was not swung by her, she was just controlled by an evil demon. What about the bad news?"

"The bad news is that her soul was split into many pieces by the Ruin Curse and scattered around the world."

"Love cannot be severed! No matter where she is, I must find her!"

“I know you’re desperate, so I found one of the remaining souls.” Thresh took out an exquisite crown with an emerald gem inlaid on the front.

"This is the crown of Isolde! My queen! My love..." Viego reached out and held the crown, whispering with joy.

He could feel the presence of Isolde's spirit within it, waiting at the end of the black mist.

However, Isolde seemed to be hiding inside and did not respond to his call.

"Thresh said that you have regained your consciousness. My queen, why don't you want to come out?" Viego seemed very anxious when he couldn't see Isolde.

"Your Majesty, with this stone, you can see the queen's memories."

Thresh patiently took out the two golden stones he had obtained from Ahri. They rolled and jumped between his fingers, and then stuck together perfectly.

The shape of a single stone resembles a ball of flame, but the ingenious carving allows the sharp spikes to interlock with each other to form a perfect gem.

"Give me!"

Viego's expression changed instantly, and his gentleness was only for Isolde. To the outside world, he was an absolute tyrant.

He grabbed the sunstone that stored the queen's memory, and a sharp pain instantly swept over him, blinding him.

The pain that had accumulated for thousands of years was like a thick ink, injected into Viego's mind, spreading uncontrollably and forming a series of extremely real pictures.

He saw Isolde sitting on a chair, her brows knitted into a sad expression and tears streaming from the corners of her eyes.

He covered his mouth, as if he was afraid to cry.

Viego was instantly furious, "Who is it! Who made my queen suffer such an injustice?!"

Suddenly, a hand was roughly placed on the back of the chair, and the sound it made startled Isolde.

Then a man shouted angrily from behind: "You are my queen! You should act like a queen!"

"What... is it me?"

Before Viego could recover from his fear, the scene in front of him collapsed into a ball of ink and then transformed into a new shape.

Isolde slept in her bed with her eyes closed, without a doll by her pillow.

She carefully opened her eyelids a crack and saw a man sitting beside the bed, holding a box full of various objects in his hands.

The man took out a holy object from the box. The light from the holy object illuminated the profile of his face, revealing a paranoid and crazy smile.

"…With these holy objects, you will gain eternal life!"

Isolde closed her eyes again, her eyelashes trembling in panic and her shoulders hunched in fear.

The scene changes to show the two arguing. Isolde finally musters up the courage to resist, but is pushed aside by the other party.

"This is the best arrangement!"

At this moment, Viego finally saw his own face clearly, a selfish and paranoid face.

The scenes flashed again and again. These were Isolde's memories. However, in her memories, his love was so suffocating.

He was selfish and tyrannical, and imposed all the good things he thought were good on her. She was just a tailor of humble origin, unable to bear the responsibility of supporting him as the mother of the country, and this vain crown ruined her.

The ink ball faded away again, and Viego saw Isolde floating up from the bottom of the pool. His unrecognizable corpse floated in the air, and his dim eyes looked at the man in front of him who was grinning stupidly.

The man turned a blind eye to her appearance and opened his arms to embrace her. Hidden behind his infatuated face was a morbid desire for control.

He did love her, but he loved the way he loved her even more. Isolde's death drove him mad, and in order to prove his love, he even wanted to control her life and death.

Fear took hold, and Isolde drew away from his embrace, taking up his sword.

Shadows wrapped around the dead heart, rage urged the cold corpse, and the brain was filled with confusion of being stripped of death.

She plunged her sword into his heart, unleashing the Ruinous Curse.

"No! This isn't true! It's all a lie!"

Through Isolde's perspective, Viego saw his true yet false love. The Sunstone suddenly became like a red-hot iron and he threw it away, then covered his head and went crazy.

He did love her deeply, but he did not know when to stop. He poured all his suffocating love on Isolde, hoping that she would love him more in return.

She also loved him because he could ignore the dissuasion of the royal nobles and insist on marrying her, a tailor. He was devoted to her and satisfied every woman's yearning for romance.

During his lifetime, Isolde had been trying hard to give back to Viego. He thought that his death would help Viego grow. When he wanted to be free, he was dragged back by Viego, and so many people died for him.

The love is deep, the hatred is intense, so there was that sword.

Viego pulled the sword from the ground, swung the heavy sword, and hit the ground while crying.

It turned out that in her opinion, the one he loved was not her, but himself who thought he was infatuated.

There is no blow more painful than this.

He fell to his knees, feeling lost.

"Planck, now is the best time to act. The queen's memory has turned into a sharp cone, piercing his heart fiercely."

Seeing Viego's decadent appearance, Thresh laughed sinisterly and urged the living people around him.

Gangplank had long been annoyed with the Ruined King. The ghost of the ancient king never even glanced at him from beginning to end, and only had a long-dead queen in his heart. He was even unaware that Thresh was plotting loudly in front of him, as he had fallen into the visual and auditory barrier.

The memories in the Sunstone are all real, but memories can be edited. Thresh just used a trick to show the bad memories, and Viego thought Isolde no longer loved him.

He has no ambition, no aspirations, and only corrupt and infatuated love in his head... Is such a person worthy of being a king?

"Destroy this guy's will? How difficult is that?" He said disdainfully, "Why not just kill him?"

"The Sword of Kings has made a soul contract with Viego. If the person who made the contract is eliminated, the Sword of Kings will return to the Holy Land of the Ancient Spirits." Thresh explained. This was what Viego told him personally.

"Why don't you just summon it again?"

Thresh shook his head. “We are not the bloodline of the Silver Throne. Viego has no descendants, and the bloodline is extinct. If Viego dies, it will disappear from this world forever, and you will never get this sword.”

Planck snorted coldly, not knowing how much he believed it.

He walked straight to the pool, holding the amulet tightly in his left hand, and stretched it out to Viego. The Heart of Baju emitted an emerald green light and immediately generated a gravitational force.

The Heart of Baju devoured the black fog, along with Viego's resentful obsession, which was madly attacking his will.

"You untouchable, what are you doing?!" A few misty black lines appeared on Viego's ferocious face, and the corners of his eyes twitched constantly.

"Untouchable?" Gangplank sneered. It seemed that the king did not understand Bilgewater's style. "Wait until I step on you and crush you like an egg, and then I'll see if you can still say it."

Gangplank held the amulet tightly, and the Heart of Baru shone with emerald light, his eyes filled with determination. Viego howled in pain, trying his best to resist the light of the Heart of Baru.

"How can the love between a young man and a young woman be compared with my determination to unify the world?"

He kept his mind focused, determined to conquer the undead until Viego was sucked into the amulet by a powerful suction force.

"You want to trap me? With this... little thing? I'm not a weak ghost!"

"I will be able to break free soon! You can't separate me from her! I would burn the world to death just to have her back!"

The Ruined King struggled and raged within the amulet, his power causing it to float. Gangplank held on to it tightly until its flickering light gradually subsided.

The voice in his ears weakened. He had won this battle of wills, and it was won easily.

Gangplank opened his eyes and looked at the amulet that was constantly emitting black air, then stepped forward and drew out the Blade of the Ruined King.

With just a thought, the surging mist around him stretched out tentacles and lifted him up into the sky.

The black fog in the sky is all driven by him!

He had never felt so powerful!

“Congratulations, congratulations.” Thresh let out a cruel, hoarse laugh, like a leaky bellows, congratulating the new king on his ascension to the throne.

Finally, all the chess pieces were in place.