Hollow Knight: Hallownest

"Your Majesty, did you hear our call?"

Zemor's inner cry gradually became weaker, and despair almost filled her eyes.

The breath of Isma lying in her arms was like a candle in the wind, and it was unknown at any moment that it would completely disappear. The cloak that originally glowed with a light green glow was constantly being infected by the void from the outside, from the scattered black spots that appeared at the beginning, to large areas of accumulation, and finally into one piece.

She couldn't bear to move her gaze downwards. She had noticed from the corner of her eye the moment before that the skin below Isma's neck was almost entirely occupied by the void. Even though it was covered by clothes, it did not hinder the deep black light that was constantly wriggling underneath.

At this moment, the void became a thread and climbed up the latter's white cheek. The bright face in the impression now had a hint of weirdness.

"No, Isma's vitality is about to dry up. I...I have to go to the temple...I can't delay any longer..."

Zemor turned to look at the two knights and Sly who were fighting with Shadow, and seeing that they were fighting back and forth and there was no danger for the time being, he held Isma in his arms, stood up and was about to run towards the pit where they came from, but the moment she stood up, her back inexplicably stiffened, alarm bells rang in her heart, and unknown fear suddenly covered her whole body.

She was the first knight to see Isma being pierced, so she was able to dodge the next attack.

Zemor's body suddenly turned to one side, and her loose skirt fluttered in the wind, but then she heard a sound of silk being torn. She dodged it and turned her head hurriedly, only to see a shadow that had moved such a long distance and came directly behind her.

If I had been half a step slower, the same scene would have happened to me.

The black bone nails were waving rapidly. As she was holding Isma in one hand, her movements were extremely inconvenient and she could only barely resist Ying's attack. However, after a few breaths, her dress was almost torn into rags.

Zemor obviously couldn't care less. After just a short while, Isma in his arms was covered with a black veil, and her cheeks no longer had any color.

It was too late. Even with the fastest Delia, it would be difficult for her to send Isma to the temple.

As the void matter climbed to the top of Isma's head, it dyed her whole body in ink, and the latter's breath completely dissipated. Zemor had no choice but to put her down. The void matter was still spreading. If he forced contact with it again, he would probably fall.

"Damn it, you have to pay for Isma's life!"

On the other side, except for Orgrim who was still furious, Sly and Hegmer saw clearly what had just happened, and the latter's doubts were also resolved at this moment.

It’s not teleportation, but it’s better than teleportation.

Because he was concentrating on Shadow, he saw the former's body suddenly fall down at an extremely fast speed during the battle just now, drowning in the shadow under its feet, but this was not what surprised him the most.

What was even more unexpected to him was that Ying actually reappeared from the shadow under Zemor's feet and directly crossed a very long distance to attack the latter!

"Using shadow as a medium to perform extremely fast transfer..." Sly narrowed his eyes and felt that Shadow was more and more extraordinary.

"It's an assassin, a natural born assassin."

Born in the shadows, hiding in the shadows, and appearing in the shadows, no wonder it was able to do that to that girl just now...

As they talked, the two of them went to support Zemor, and Orgrim did the same. However, when his bloodshot eyes saw the lifeless body of Isma lying on the ground, wrapped in void matter, he suddenly turned around and knelt in front of the latter.

A tear of blood slowly dripped from his eye socket.

"Ishma...Ishma?"

His voice was hoarse, like the friction between a dried and cracked riverbed that had been burned, but the sound was unexpectedly small and gentle. However, no matter how he called, Isma's eyes remained closed, without any tremor, and she would not give him the same gentle response as in the past.

The blood that was boiling with anger suddenly cooled down, and the burly body couldn't even muster the strength to support the head, so it could only droop down, as if bowing to some existence.

As early as when the Knights were founded, they had pledged to sacrifice their lives for Hallownest. Spending time together made their friendship stronger and stronger. Although they were not one, they had the same heart, not to mention that they took a step further and became the full Orgrim and Isma.

There was a faint light in the sky above Dirtmouth, but Orgrim could not feel any warmth at all. All he could see was darkness.

It seemed that when I mustered up the courage to enter the body of the abyss beast, the surroundings had never been so dark...

boom--!

A strong shock wave hit from one side, and Orgrim subconsciously held Isma's body in his arms, but he did not move, and just resisted it with his body, with a trace of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

"Is it still hiding its strength?"

Sly thought that the black pool was Shadow's last trump card, but who would have thought that when the three of them attacked together, they were all repelled by the semicircular shock wave erupted by the latter and could not hurt it at all.

"It was never just about nailing, after all..."

Hegmer paused and didn't continue.

Shadow, who had originally been able to tie or even have the upper hand with the Five Knights thanks to his bone nail skills and was no match for Sly, was now unable to defeat Sly. However, after his spells were completely released, the situation was reversed and he gained an unparalleled advantage.

Its body rippled like water, and it suddenly released many tendrils, which, combined with its own bone nails, allowed it to fight them back and forth without any defense, and not be at a disadvantage at all. If it was accompanied by targeted and continuous spell bombardment, Sly and the other insects would have no choice but to retreat and defend, and would not be able to seize the opportunity to attack for a while.

"Is there no end to its magic?"

Sly looked around. In order to avoid harming the residents, they had moved the battlefield to an open space. But even so, Shadow's attack still caused considerable damage, as if the land had been turned upside down.

If they had not left earlier, this battle would probably have destroyed most of Dirtmouth. The most terrifying thing was that the battle was not over yet.

Hegmer shook his head and said nothing. He really couldn't imagine how much power the void had given to Shadow to allow it to cast spells so unscrupulously.

He glanced behind him briefly, and his eyes dimmed.

Orgrim was still half-kneeling there with his head hung, completely exhausted, holding Isma in his arms and refusing to let go.

"If this continues, the void will also affect him,"

Hegmer frowned, and seeing that Ying didn't move for the time being, he immediately ran to Orgrim's side and tried to pull him up from the ground.

But as soon as he stretched out his hand, the latter's head immediately raised up as if frightened.

Hegmer also stopped, his eyes gradually widened, and he stood there in disbelief.

Boom, boom, boom——

It's a heartbeat.

It's...Ishma's heartbeat!