Hollow Knight: Hallownest

It's too late, but it's soon.

The slow one is Mo Rong, the fast one is Ma To.

At that time, Mo Rong did not see the saw blades formed by the high-speed rotation of the bone nails. He only saw a ball of headers coming towards him like a mountain. He wanted to pull it with the maximum distance, injure Oro, and then use Black Dash to dodge. Who would have thought that the moment this idea came up, he watched a white line appear at the connection between his torso and left arm.

Then he lost connection with his left arm and lost his balance.

The pain of broken limbs was not like the instant pain caused by the impact, it was more like an extremely strong aftereffect, which came late after Mo Rong fell to the ground and gave him the final finishing blow.

Oro's bone nails rapidly magnified in Mo Rong's eyes, and he seemed to hear something in a trance -

"Hello, you are not allowed to sleep here~"

boom!

Black water splashed at the tip of the nail, and you could vaguely see a stump of a limb making an international hand gesture flying in the air. It was unwilling to fall, so it turned into particles and merged into the bodies of Oro and Mato.

The two brothers put away the bone nails and stood still, silently waiting for the mass of void matter in the center of the venue to take shape.

The moment Mo Rong opened his eyes, he took a deep breath, like a drowning person who had not breathed for a long time.

There was no way out. Oro's finishing blow was too fast. Just as the pain started to come up, my head and body were already separated. I really didn't know whether I should thank him, after all, I was spared the pain of severed limbs.

He found it difficult to accept the sudden death. After all, this death did not bring him any corresponding damage, but instead weakened him.

Obviously, the two brothers did not intend to give Mo Rong time to review the situation. As soon as the latter landed on the ground, two bone nails fell down again to cover him.

This time Mo Rong learned his lesson and was not overconfident. If there was a gap between Oro and Mato's attacks, he would go up and strike with a knife. If both of them used the bone nail technique at the same time, he would immediately use Black Dash to evade. His fighting style was so steady that he was like a completely different person compared to when he faced Oro alone.

Black particles continued to splash due to the injuries, including those from Oro and Mato, as well as Mo Rong's own.

Although he was steady, perhaps because he had died once, he found that the two brothers' continuous attacks, which were already like a storm, had become faster. Each move kept compressing the space he could dodge. Several times, he was hurt because the black rush was not able to cool down.

Seeing this, he wanted to use the same cheating method he used when facing Bumblebee again, but suddenly an alarm bell went off in his mind, reminding him that it would be better to give up this idea.

If he died again, the tacit understanding between Oro and Mato would be further deepened, and the strength and speed would be increased twice. At this moment, he was already a little exhausted from dealing with it. If he died again...

Then can I still win?

He found that when facing multiple bosses like the two brothers of Bone Nail, the risk of that cheating method would increase exponentially. Once the vicious cycle began, his chances of winning would shrink exponentially, and eventually...

Trapped here forever.

"Gulu..."

Mo Rong swallowed unconsciously, and the chill on his back seemed to turn into frost.

He originally thought that this was a test given to him by the Void God... Yes, this was indeed a test, but the price of failure was to imprison himself here forever.

This was the key that he had known from the beginning, but when Mo Rong thought of it again, he had a different feeling.

It has to be said that when the shadow of death looms over the heart of a person with a strong will to survive, it will undoubtedly arouse his deep-seated fighting spirit.

In the new round of attacks, Mo Rong no longer sought to find opportunities to exchange wounds, but tried his best to avoid every coordinated attack from the two brothers, and to take back the living space that had been plundered by them bit by bit, and then explore new opportunities for life from it.

Thus, on this battlefield dominated by shadows, a nimble figure as nimble as a seagull appeared.

The whistling sound of the bone nails cutting through the air and the flapping sound of the cloak shaking interweave and complement each other, forming an urgent yet calm musical score. The short figure dances on the tip of the nail, and every time it seems to be a hit, there is only emptiness after it falls.

Fighting to support the war is undoubtedly the most suitable way of fighting on this battlefield.

Finally, with the cooperation of the bone nails that could freely shuttle between the two brothers, Mo Rong swung out his own bone nails. Amidst the crashing waves, a seagull spread its wings and soared, breaking through the waves!

The black splashes bloomed again, but this time it was Oro and Mato who were replaced.

The two still cooperated well, but could no longer touch the corner of Mo Rong's clothes. The latter's bone nails disappeared from the spot without any reluctance after the precise chop, and appeared behind someone in the blink of an eye, slashing out two consecutive strikes with just the right timing.

At this moment, it would be more accurate to say that Morong surrounded them alone rather than saying that Oro and Mato were besieging Morong.

This time, it was still just a cup of tea.

thump—

As he turned around and chopped for the last time, Mato, who had jumped high, suddenly lost his strength. The huge bone nail and his sturdy body fell to the ground at the same time, and he and Oro lowered their heads together.

Mo Rong looked at the two Bone Nail brothers who had stopped moving in the distance and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. His spirit, which had been tense for a long time, instantly relaxed a lot.

"Phew, I finally won."

Every second of maintaining that state was a heavy pressure on the mind. Although once entering the state, the soreness would be ignored as if it were an adrenaline injection, but it was like accumulated lactic acid. In addition to the luck of surviving the disaster, what came up at this moment was more pain in various parts of the body.

But I think I will be able to recover after absorbing the black particles dropped by the two brothers.

Thinking of this, Mo Rong's smile suddenly froze on his face.

Out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of the two broad figures in the distance. Even though they were no longer moving, they still frightened the people watching them.

Mo Rong's pupils shrank again and again, and he couldn't help muttering: "No way, it shouldn't be..."

"You two must not..."

Before he finished speaking, a large amount of black particles were seen peeling off from Oro and Mato's bodies, gathering in front of them. Gradually, another figure resembling them appeared on the battlefield.

The scene that Mo Rong didn't want to see the most appeared before his eyes.

Oro and Mato, who were sitting on the ground, picked up the bone nails beside them and put them on their shoulders at the same time. They raised their heads at the same time and moved their eyes to the broad and sophisticated back in front of them.

Then, Mo Rong saw the figure's head slowly turn to the side, and a look like an ice knife pierced straight into his heart, as if questioning him -

"It's you who hurt my two brothers?"