Hollow Knight: Hallownest

Lurian's shouts did not hide the joy and excitement in them. King Bai looked at him with some surprise in his eyes. He was a little curious about what happened to make this calm minister so lose his composure.

"What happened Lurian? Why are you in such a hurry?"

"Your Majesty, there is a way! A way that can alleviate the symptoms of those residents to a great extent!"

After the words fell, the expression on Bai Wang's face also fluctuated.

"Have you found a solution?"

"Yeah! But it wasn't Wei Chen who suggested the solution, it was the teacher who gave her a helping hand."

"Monomon? Please tell me the method he proposed."

Immediately afterwards, Lurian told King Bai one by one what he saw and learned in the archives. The news that the infected residents were no longer aggressive among themselves made King Bai's eyes clearer.

"How can it still be like this? I originally thought that the ancient god's power must be suppressed by a power of the same level or higher. I didn't expect that Monomen could put forward such a constructive theory and put it into practice."

"As expected of a teacher."

King Bai let out a long sigh, feeling secretly annoyed that he did not think of going to Monomen at the first moment, but instead asked the prophet.

The flickering light in his hand gradually subsided, and King Bai rubbed his eyebrows. There were so many things that happened during this period that even he couldn't handle them.

Fortunately, Lu Ruien came quickly, otherwise the formation would have taken shape.

"Has Monomon ever said anything about the timeliness of this method?"

"This... I forgot to ask, please forgive me, Your Majesty."

Lurian frowned. After King Bai reminded him, he realized that he had left in a hurry and had forgotten such an important thing.

"That's all, I will go to Monomona in person later. The credit for this effort belongs to both of you. You are not to blame."

"Go back to the main city, you are needed more there."

"As ordered!"

Now that the infection has been solved, Lurian's mood is no longer so heavy. On the elevator back to the main city, he couldn't help but hum a tune. As the hinges stopped sliding, the iron door of the elevator was opened, and Lurian The good mood that had just arisen was ruined again.

"Where's the elevator supervisor?! Come out!"

The roar echoed at the bottom of the elevator shaft. He had long said that during this special period, there must be no sentries in the main city leaving their posts without authorization, not to mention that it was still an important traffic artery. If someone with intentions took advantage of it, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Where's the sentry? Get out!"

Seeing that no one responded to him, Lurian became even more angry and walked straight outside. After looking around, his brows furrowed even more.

Not only the supervisors of the elevators, but also the sentries patrolling outside, he didn't see any trace. Although he sent a lot of troops outside, it was impossible for the troops stationed in the main city to cause such a serious omission.

"The sentry is going crazy! Everyone, run!"

"Don't...don't kill me...ah!!!"

As Lurian's footsteps got closer to the streets of the main city, the screams could not be stopped, making him think that he had returned to the time between Ditmouth and Crossroads.

Lurian hurriedly rushed out, and the worries in his heart seemed to turn into substance when he saw the horrors of the City of Tears and pressed on him. Sentinels waving bone nails indiscriminately, residents killing each other, goods and blood scattered on the ground Mixed together, the whole street was in a mess.

He never imagined how the disease could penetrate into the main city and turn the Heart of Hallownest into such a desolate scene.

With his cloak fluttering, Lurian immediately flew towards the sentinels who had lost their consciousness. Only a flash of blue was seen passing through the streets of the main city, followed by the sound of falling to the ground one after another.

The riots in the City of Tears are much more serious than Dirtmouth and Crossroads. The main reason is that most of Hallownest's troops are concentrated here. Once the sentinels holding bone nails lose their minds, they will do nothing to the residents living here. Said, it is undoubtedly a disaster.

What's more, the disease has also infected ordinary residents.

Lurian ran all the way and soon came to the Watcher's Spire. Along the way, he saw the corpses of many residents lying on the street, but he also saw many nobles cowering in their mansions. Compared with ordinary residents, their Housing is obviously safer.

The infection scale of the sentinels is very large, almost seventy-eight out of ten, and the remaining ones have either escaped, or are large sentinels with far more powerful force than ordinary sentinels. At present, it seems that they have not been infected by the disease, but Lurian has also There is no guarantee that they will never lose their mind.

Lurian stood in front of the Watcher Knights, listening to the wailing that lingered in his ears, and said sternly:

"The City of Tears is in danger. I want you to use all your strength to make all the irrational sentinels lose their fighting ability. Watcher Knights, all mobilize!"

"As ordered!"

Seeing the Watcher Knights rushing down the Watcher Spire, Lurian himself did not dare to neglect, turned around and headed back the way he came.

Blood is sprayed freely in this city, and all civilization seems to have returned to its primitive state.

The scale of this disaster is far greater than I imagined.

......

Deep in the cliffs of Wuthering Mountains, in an unknown cave.

A six-legged beetle is looking up at the bewitching scarlet flame burning on the strange lamppost.

Its head was wrapped in a piece of clothing composed of red cloth and a yellow mask, and in front of it was a lamppost standing in the center of the cave, like a charming blooming flower, or like a greedy big hand, flickering the Flame enveloped it.

Looking around, it is not difficult to find that there are many small lampposts with flames flying on them, but they are much inferior to the one in the center.

The six-legged beetle's eyes stared straight at the beating scarlet flame, and the fervor in it actually faintly overshadowed the brilliance of the flame reflected in its eyes.

"Master Captain, do you feel that all the creatures on this land will become your nourishment..."

"I lit the nightmare lamp and am waiting for your arrival!"

......

Mo Rong has already accepted his fate.

King Bai didn't know what was done to the mask. Even though he tried his best, he couldn't do anything with it.

Now it seems that if you want to climb up the abyss, you can only rely on your own strength.

"Oh, I just wanted to feel that way again a few more times."

Mo Rong stood up with his knees supported. The desire in his tone even overshadowed the desire to rest. He found that the inexplicable power just now could help him offset a large part of the restrictions of the mask, but it was a pity that the power lasted long. It was too short. Even after waiting for a long time, I couldn't wait for that power to appear again.

The journey to the abyss has not extinguished Mo Rong's hope, at least not yet.

Because when climbing the ninth-level stone platform, Mo Rong found that only his jumping height and sprint distance limit could be reached, and he could barely reach the limit while carrying the mask. If the distance is too far or too high, then you will never be able to reach the top of the abyss without the Emperor's Wings.

But fate seemed to have favored him, otherwise Mo Rong would never have figured it out. Whenever he was not far enough, spikes or reptiles would always appear on the stone platform at this level or the next level, which would help him climb.

But this is the journey to ascension after all. When Merong climbed the eleventh level of the stone platform, he still couldn't resist the pressure and fell down, smashing many masks.

With the beginning, Mo Rong fell more and more times, but he was not discouraged at all. He stared straight at the stone platform he had never reached, and kept standing up and jumping up. Even Mo Rong himself He had never noticed that the stone platforms that had exhausted him at the beginning had now become like walking on flat ground.

Transformation is also ascension.