Hollow Knight: Hallownest

It has been a long time since the plague of the War of the Three Gods faded away, but for Marcos, who rushes around Holy Nest every day, everything seems to have happened yesterday.

The blessing of light in his body had completely disappeared, but the throbbing it brought had never subsided, and it constantly reminded Marcos—

Your king needs your help.

This sentence sounds ridiculous, but Marcos knows that apart from himself, no one else can help break the seal.

Those moths in the tribe who live a life of mediocrity and ease have long forgotten the gifts bestowed upon them by the God-King. Their fighting spirit has also been corroded by this decadent life. If they were to rely on them, they would probably not be able to achieve their goals even when the moth tribe is destroyed.

Now, who can lend a helping hand?

From ancient times to the present, he has been the most powerful moth in the tribe. He has long been crowned with the title of "the most powerful warrior" by the tribe's insects. The supreme honor makes his halo dazzling.

But the highest honor brings not only the respect of the tribe members, but also the heavy responsibility of the entire tribe.

He is the undisputed vanguard general on the battlefield and also the backbone of the tribe.

He has been burdened with various heavy responsibilities for hundreds of years, but no one in his tribe has ever been able to share the burden with him.

Of course, Marcos knew that he would never pass this burden to other Zerg tribes, because that would only crush them and make reality worse.

He propped himself up, feeling the little strength that had just been restored in his body, and without hesitation, poured it all out, bombarding the fluctuating black beam of light in front of him.

A muffled sound suddenly came out from the light column, and then black light particles were seen spreading out from the column and then disappeared. The released power seemed to be a stone sinking into the sea, and after ripples appeared, there was no movement anymore.

Marcos looked unusually depressed and powerless. He fell to the ground again, leaning against the stone wall to calm his breath, waiting for his strength to recover.

This place is the result of his running around in recent days, and it is also the final place of his hope.

It is rumored that the place where the king of Hallownest descended from ancient times is on the land under his feet. He shed his sacred body and was reborn here, bringing wisdom to the stupid bugs and redemption to the panicked beasts...

He didn't care about these unclear praises, which were just despicable means for an invader to replace the unified will. What he cared about more was the "shell" in the first half of the sentence.

He had learned from Zeruo that the abyss had long been sealed by the invader, and only the invader could open the divine power. Even if he could break in and reach the seal, he would most likely return empty-handed, and might even alert the enemy. Therefore, the necessary prerequisite for releasing the void was to break the seal.

With this prerequisite, plus the rumor, he had his guess at the time.

Although it was impossible for him to find a way to break the seal from the intruder, maybe he could find a flaw in his shed body?

So here he is, Kingdom's Edge.

It's not that he hasn't been here before during his hundred years of travel, but he just never paid attention to it. But now, the more he thinks about it, the more he believes that the rumor is accurate.

Ashes fell from the sky, insects mutated, black pillars blocked the road...all the signs, especially the black pillar, seemed to be telling me that it was guarding a secret that could not be revealed to the world.

And what kind of existence can transform an environment or even a living being?

This is something that is unattainable by mortal power but can be easily achieved by divine power, even if that divine power is not complete.

The call of the God King that echoed in his mind suddenly became weak today. He knew that he had little time left and the God King might have fallen into a more critical situation.

But...Marcos looked at the black pillar with a confused look and a little despair. He didn't understand how the invader did it. This black pillar was clearly the power of the void, so how could it obey an invader and guard its deepest secrets?

During these days, he never stopped bombarding the black pillar, and he also tried other methods, such as avoiding this place by flashing or taking a detour, but all were in vain.

The power of the void was like a mountain standing in front of him, preventing him from crossing even a little bit.

Why, why would you rather keep secrets for a being that seals you away than open the door to a warrior who wants to free you?

It’s a pity that the black pillar has no consciousness and cannot hear his inner cry. It just fluctuates, like a natural moat that completely separates the two spaces.

At this moment, Marcos just wanted a helper to show him the direction. For a hundred years, he was the only one in the tribe who had been walking in the fog. He had been lonely for too long.

No matter how powerful a being is, there will be moments of weakness, and he is no exception.

Feeling that some of the strength in his body had been restored, Marcos stood up unwillingly and prepared to bombard the black pillar in front of him. But just as he was about to make a move, he suddenly heard the faint sound of ashes being trampled in his ears, which made him immediately restrain his strength and look behind him vigilantly.

In the vastness, three white figures that almost blended into the environment gradually became clear in the field of vision. They were Worm, the White Lady and Dryya who had just arrived at the edge of the kingdom.

"Come out, there's no need to hide. Since you've come here, you must have prepared yourself mentally."

Worm spoke lightly, and Delia was startled, and hurriedly followed the former's gaze to the location of a huge rock.

The fiery red robe was particularly eye-catching in this world. Marcos walked out from behind slowly, his sleeves fluttering in the wind, giving a sense of a hero at the end of his road.

"It's you?!"

Delia's pupils suddenly shrank, and she quickly set up the bone nails, with her pupils firmly fixed on Marcos' body, not daring to move away for a moment.

If the title of the strongest warrior of the Moth Clan was just a joke to them before the War of Gods, then after the War of Gods, the impression of Marcos in their hearts was far more than that.

To put it bluntly, that battle was almost a crushing defeat, and the five knights were beaten by him alone without any chance of fighting back. Thinking back on it now, it is still terrifying. Although he no longer has the power of the ancient gods, he still cannot be underestimated.

Marcos ignored Delia and focused his attention on Worm.

The latter walked towards him step by step, and the pressure brought by the god became stronger and stronger. When Worm came completely in front of him, the pressure actually forced Marcos to half-kneel on the ground, unable to stand up.

Veins bulged beneath his robe and his eyes bulged slightly. Marcos gritted his teeth and tried to force himself to get up, but found that he couldn't do it no matter what.

"You can kill me or chop me up, it's all up to you, why are you humiliating us?!"

Worm looked down at him, then passed by him and came to the black pillar. After a moment, he sighed:

"Sure enough, that guy has liberated the abyss."