Hollow Knight: Hallownest

None of the knights saw how Shadow came behind Isma. They only knew that by the time they reacted, it was too late.

Orgrim was stunned at first. The sudden change made him unable to react for a while. As drops of bright red blood dripped from the tips of the nails, he realized that something terrible had happened.

"Ishma..."

He raised his arm tremblingly, wanting to touch the black spike blade on Isma's chest, but froze in mid-air, his words filled with undisguised panic.

Why, why is it like this...

Orgrim's mind was blank at this moment. He mechanically turned his head to look at the ghostly figure behind him.

Why didn't I notice anything? I was always by Isma's side...

Isma's body suddenly stepped back, and the black bone nail was pulled out by Shadow, leaving a bloody hole in her chest. Orgrim finally broke away from his state of self-doubt for a short time, and then turned into the furious state he was in in mid-air just now.

His eyes were almost dyed blood red by the pressure, and without any reservation, he gently placed Isma on the ground and rushed towards Ying. The ground under his feet was kicked into an obvious dent by the huge force.

"Orgrim, come back!"

Hegmerton felt uneasy and tried to dissuade Orgrim, but the latter's mind was obviously dominated by anger and he didn't listen to what he said at all.

Zemor half-knelt on the ground, carefully checking Isma's injuries and breath. Abnormally, the blood hole on the latter's chest did not spurt out a large amount of blood, but instead flowed out in streams, and then stopped bleeding after a while.

"Zemo, how is Isma?"

Hegemer saw the whole scene. As the most "vital" knight among the five knights, Isma had an extraordinary self-healing ability. The injuries she suffered in the abyss would have required more than double the rest time for any other knight, but she was almost healed in a short time.

Now it seems that since it can stop bleeding actively, I think the problem should not be serious...

Zemor's answer did not go as he wished.

"No, Isma's vitality is slipping away. Although this phenomenon is not reflected in the wound, I can clearly feel it."

She frowned and fixed her eyes on the blood hole, her pupils trembling suddenly.

The blurry surface of flesh and blood was not the dark red of dried blood, but had turned pure black. It was still wriggling, as if it was crawling with a dense layer of maggots, which made her feel sick.

"No wonder! No wonder the injury has been contained but my vitality is still slipping away. It turns out that the void matter is causing trouble!"

Zemor's face looked extremely ugly. At this moment, Isma's body was like a piece of rotten wood, being constantly bitten by the termites transformed from the void. It was likely that it would be completely hollowed out in the near future and become a lifeless shell.

"The most urgent thing is to peel these things off Isma's wound."

If you don't make a decision when you should, you will suffer the consequences. Zemor acted decisively, stood up, and used the tip of the bone nail to carefully peel off the surface layer of flesh on Isma's wound. Although she knew that this might aggravate the injury, it was no other choice. After all, none of them had the ability to purify the void.

As the outermost layer of flesh and blood was peeled off, Zemor's complexion did not improve, but became even more solemn.

Isma's injuries were far more serious than she had imagined. No bright red was exposed under the peeled black flesh. Instead, the density of maggots was visibly increasing, as if they had penetrated deep into an ant nest, with no sign of decreasing at all!

"We have to...we have to find the king. I'm afraid that Isma's body has already been sucked deep into the void."

Zemor hurriedly picked up Isma and prepared to return to the Black Egg Temple through the big hole made when he came here, but after taking two steps, she suddenly froze in place.

Is the king still in the temple?

The answer to this question seems obvious. When Ying and another mysterious bug appeared in front of them, perhaps many things that were unimaginable to them had already happened in the Black Egg Temple.

The king has always hated the void. Although he used it as a medium to seal the ancient gods, he would never go along with it, let alone let them harm Holy Nest.

She didn't dare to think about it any further.

click-

Suddenly, there was a sound of something breaking next to his ear. Zemor turned around and saw bits of crystal dust gradually falling from between Hegmer's fingers and floating in the wind.

She recognized it; it was the White Stone that belonged to the Five Knights.

As representatives of the kingdom's highest military force, they naturally received special treatment, and this white stone was one of them, which was regarded as a talisman given to them by the king himself.

The king promised that as long as the white stone belonging to the knights was crushed, he would come to them immediately.

Since this thing was of little use on a daily basis, she had not thought of using it to call the king.

"I'm going to support Orgrim, you stay here and watch Zemor..." Hegemer said, then raised the giant hammer, but turned back and added: "Remember to pay attention to that guy's position."

Zemor nodded, his eyes dark and unclear.

She always felt that everything they were doing now was in vain. The fate of the big ship, Holy Nest, seemed to have deviated from its course the moment Shadow walked out of the Temple of the Black Egg. Although they, as first mates, still had the ability to steer the ship, where would they go without the captain?

On the other side, Sly was even faster than Hegmer and supported Orgrim before the latter arrived, but the situation was not optimistic.

This was the first time they met, so naturally there was no coordination during the battle. But these were not a problem for a grandmaster. All problems would be solved with a little communication. Unfortunately, Orgrim didn't seem to pay attention to his plan and just kept rushing into him.

This also resulted in their combined strength not being even as strong as the suppression power that Sly exerted on his own against Shadow.

The sounds of flesh and bone nails colliding rang out one after another, and Orgrim launched an almost suicidal attack at Ying. Even if he might suffer more serious injuries, he wanted to avenge Isma and leave at least a bloody hole in Ying's chest.

Faced with the latter who had almost no emotional fluctuations, the price of doing so was naturally that Orgrim ended up with his skin torn and flesh broken, while Ying, on the other hand, had almost no scars on his body.

Seeing this, Slay took advantage of the opportunity to attack the latter, but just as he took a step forward, a pool of black water surged out from under his feet again.

At this moment, Ying gave Sly the respect that he did not even show to other knights.