Hollow Knight: Hallownest

"I go!"

Staggering, Mo Rong almost came into close contact with the mask under his feet. After he regained his footing, he later realized that something seemed to be pulling on his body just now.

"WTF?"

Mo Rong turned around and looked around, then looked at his feet. Except for those compatriots who only dared to watch from a distance, there was no one else.

"It's weird..."

After muttering something, Mo Rong jumped up again, but the ending remained the same. The mask on his face was still glowing with white light as before, but this time, he clearly felt that there was indeed something there. He was hindering himself, as if there was suddenly an extra burden on his shoulders, and he was suddenly pressed down.

"Who?!"

Mo Rong turned his head sharply and looked around again. The only response was the scraping of the mask under his feet, and the darkness that had not changed for a long time.

After looking intently for a while, Mo Rong straightened his head.

The same thing happened two or three times, but he couldn't feel the source of the power. This reminded Mo Rong of King Bai's methods.

With a muffled groan, his legs suddenly exerted force, and the power on his shoulders also pressed down on Mo Rong as he jumped up, but this time it failed to stop him from climbing onto the stone platform.

Mo Rong's brows furrowed sharply. He looked at the next stone platform he was about to jump to and leaned forward to exert his strength again.

The stone platform leading to the observation deck does not go straight upward, but rises in staggered spirals, which makes it very difficult for climbers. Moreover, many stone platforms have shadow crawlers, and some are even exposed. With many spikes.

But these are not problems. For Mo Rong, who has experienced the "Happy Road", the jumping music of the abyss is really nothing. At most, it is just that he accidentally falls off the wrong stone platform sometimes, and those reptiles and The spikes, as long as he slashes down, can turn enemies into friends and help him climb.

But now it seems that he thought too simply.

"Good guy, let me tell you how come King Bai is so kind to send me down to the abyss. It turns out he is waiting for me here."

Mo Rong gritted his teeth, his legs trembled slightly, and even his back bent unnaturally, as if he was carrying something.

"...Phew...seven."

Murong murmured that he had jumped to the seventh stone platform, but the strength on his shoulders had not decreased by half. On the contrary, every time he jumped to a new step, the strength would inexplicably increase.

Is this the truth behind the difficult ascension of containers?

Jumping up again, the cold light on the spikes passed over Mo Rong's face. Once the two collided, the stone platform they had just climbed would be in vain.

Fortunately, one of Mo Rong's hands had already grasped the bone nail in preparation when he took off. He struck the spike with lightning and flint, and climbed onto the stone platform with the help of the reaction force.

"...Huh...Huh...Huh..."

Morong held his knees with both hands. He had never been so tired as he was now. Even the high-intensity battle in the Colosseum was far from what he was now.

The feeling of fatigue came from the inside out. It didn't directly affect his body, but it made him exhausted physically and mentally.

It actually reminded Mo Rong of the time when he first traveled through time and went to chase Wuma who snatched his Geo.

With a pop, Mo Rong simply lay down on the stone platform to rest. Although the pressure was still there, it was not that tiring. His eyes were staring directly at the darkness above, unable to see anything about the observation deck. contour.

It's so far away that it can't be reached.

There are eight steps. Looking from top to bottom, Mo Rong is actually not far from the ground. He only needs to jump lightly to get rid of the fatigue lingering on his body.

This idea really came up in Mo Rong's mind, but when he thought that he had to stay in this place for the rest of his life, he immediately gave up the idea.

He didn't come here to lie down.

Dots of void matter rose up around Mo Rong, condensing into compatriots looking at him, and some of them merged with his gaze, looking towards the 'end' hidden behind the shadow.

Mo Rong noticed the movement nearby and turned to look at those compatriots. The dream of pebbles in the game appeared in his mind unconsciously. He opened and closed his lips and murmured:

"There is no mind that can think."

"...there is no...mind...that can think..."

"...Is it possible that there is no...mind that can think?...Is it possible?!"

Mo Rong's eyes suddenly lit up when he looked at his compatriots, and at the same time, the force pressing on him seemed to be a little heavier in response to his thoughts.

Standing up again, Mo Rong sat cross-legged on the stone platform, took a few deep breaths, then concentrated, cleared his head, and tried his best to get rid of the thoughts in his mind.

After a few breaths, the force pressing on his shoulders was like a tide, and most of it faded away. Although it was still a little bit, it was much better than it was not long ago.

"Is this what it means? On this road of ascension, once a climber has new thoughts or ideas, those suddenly born 'minds' will turn into a burden on them, making this road extremely difficult. .”

Mo Rong's eyes became clear and he figured out the reason. Then who was the initiator and what was the medium that transmitted that power? The answer was ready to come out.

"Hmph, King Bai, King Bai, you still want to trap... trap... huh?"

With the corner of his mouth raised, Mo Rong put his hands on the mask and tried to pull it off his head, but the mask seemed to be stuck to his face and could not be pulled off no matter how hard he pulled it off.

"Damn it, I don't believe it."

In order to pull off the mask, Mo Rong even dropped his head to the ground. His torso and thighs were almost stacked on top of each other. He stepped on the mask with his feet, as if he were pulling out carrots, which was very funny.

But what he pulled out was his own head.

"Come out...!!!"

Mo Rong's buttocks suddenly arched up, and he rushed straight to the rear. The stone platform trembled because of this sudden force. After returning to calm for a breath, it began to tremble again.

"Come out to me! Come out to me! Come out to me... I'll go..."

Mo Rong felt that the power he exerted was enough to separate his head, but there was still no sign of the mask falling off.

He still thought the White King was simple. It turned out that when he handed the new mask to himself, the cage of the abyss had already enveloped him.

"King Bai! I ****!"

Mo Rong collapsed to the ground again. The violent emotional fluctuations doubled the force pressing on him. If he looked at the stone platform under him, it was not difficult to see the outline of a person with a big head and a small body.

Even if he scolds him, he can never hope that King Bai will remove the power exerted on him now. If that day comes, it is estimated that the world outside is no longer dominated by King Bai.

Just when Mo Rong was about to get up with difficulty and continue to climb the stone platform, the void material on his body began to fluctuate inexplicably.

Immediately afterwards, his body suddenly became light.