Hollow Knight: Hallownest

As the void gradually became the main theme covering Hallownest, it seemed that the development of all things began to regress and return to the misfortune of the plague.

It's like Shadow who gave the knights despair, or Mo Rong who was given despair by the knights.

It is said that if you survive a disaster, you will have a chance to recover.

Before he had even gotten over the feeling of luck that he had gotten through the three bone nail brothers, the evil-faced Isma came up and dealt him a heavy blow.

The tips of the black thorns covering the stone surface were shining coldly, completely occupying all his footholds. The ground battle that had been going on throughout the Pantheon was completely transformed into an air battle at this moment.

Mo Rong tried to find the boundary point. He could accept the bare stone wall where there was no place to stand, after all, he still had the mantis claws to use the wall to stay. But when he saw the hideous black thorns coiled on the stone walls around him, he realized that he might have become the bird without legs in the fable.

Only at the moment of death can you land.

"The trick used to trap Marcos in the God War was actually used here..."

The greenhouse that remains in my memory is built with thick vines, which are intertwined with each other and have a vibrant beauty. However, the black thorns exposed in front of my eyes at this moment have nothing to do with the word "vitality". They are stripped of the natural beauty and instead covered with a layer of dead silence that is completely the opposite.

No matter which of the two options it is, it is not good news for him. You know, in that war of gods, he and several knights fought against the enhanced version of Marcos in the flower house, and the flower house was not damaged under such an intense attack, which shows how tough it is. It is a pipe dream to want to make space by destroying the thorns.

Mo Rong's state at this moment was a little 'absent', in a physical sense.

He kept swinging the bone nails, chopping them down in a certain rhythm to ensure that the spikes would not pierce him. If the spectators of the trials were here, they would never have thought that the skills that surprised them were just the basis for survival.

Isma took light steps, and every time she moved forward, the thorns under her feet would curl into a surface, hiding the sharp thorns for her to step on, until she stopped in the center of the greenhouse and set her gaze again on Mo Rong, who was jumping up and down.

The latter's body stiffened slightly when he felt this gaze. He felt as if he had seen him somewhere before, but he couldn't remember where. However, he knew that something more important was about to happen.

Sure enough, after Isma stopped, she raised her arms from her sides in a supporting posture, and black thorns stretched out from the thorn bushes under her feet like arms, slowly wrapped around her legs, torso and arms, and finally came to her head to form a crown of thorns, which was seductive yet sacred.

Here, she is the king.

Mo Rong just stood there staring at the changes in Yishma, his eyes widened and his chin almost dropped to the ground.

This, this is Isma?

Because of Orgrim's existence, he had long been mentally prepared that the Five Knights would also be drawn into the Void Pantheon, so when Isma came into view, he was only briefly surprised before returning to normal. Who would have thought that the latter was not as simple as just being stained with a layer of black paint.

He was skeptical, very skeptical...

Did Ishma let the gods win in the battle?

If these were just associations of strength caused by changes in appearance, then Isma's subsequent moves would actually confirm Mo Rong's guess.

She curled her palms slightly, and two black thorns suddenly stopped, and then shot out from her side towards Mo Rong. The cold light on the thorns almost tore the space apart, and stabbed straight into the latter's body.

With two muffled sounds caused by vibrations, the thorns shrank back, and Mo Rong flew backwards at the same time.

He did not suffer any direct damage from this collision because of his shining tortoise shell, but because his feet were not touching the ground, there was no friction to offset the impact of the thorns, and he was smashed into the thorn wall with almost no resistance.

"A head-on collision won't relieve the impact. Even if you can use a forward chop to prevent hitting the wall, but..."

Mo Rong's expression was solemn. As the bone nails landed on the thorn wall, another sound of breaking air came from his back.

This is the disadvantage. If you want to deal with thorns in one direction, then there is a great possibility of being attacked in the other direction.

However, things are different now. If it were me not long ago, I would definitely have a headache for a while...

Mo Rong's mind moved, and the external body that he had just retracted began to peel off from his body and take shape again, and the black bone nails appeared again in the palm of his external body.

Sudden——

The spikes cut through the thorns, cutting them cleanly. The thorns quickly shrank back to Isma's feet as if frightened, and then burrowed back into the thorn bushes on the ground.

Soon, two complete black thorns emerged again with great vigor, connecting smoothly from front to back, almost in a breath.

Mo Rong switched to his out-of-body state, holding two bone nails in both hands, a shield in one hand, and the other hand was empty, looking a little lonely, which made him feel like he should grab something.

"If I can cast a spell, this hand would be perfect for using the soul crystal beam..."

While he was daydreaming, the black thorns attacked him again. Mo Rong calmly began to swing his other arm holding the bone nail, maintaining the rhythm of chopping down and interspersing attacks to deal with it. His previous tension subsided a little.

However, when the bone nail was swung down, the imagined scene of the thorns breaking did not happen. Instead, when the two came into contact, the latter's stem suddenly softened, and the thorn turned into a nail body that wrapped around the bone nail and pulled it towards Isma.

"I tested..."

Mo Rong cried out in surprise. The pull came at the perfect timing, just as he was trying to gather strength from a jump. His sense of balance was instantly destroyed, and the thorn bush under his feet had opened up a groove at some point, like a cradle welcoming a new baby.

If this falls in, it will turn into a watering can like Tom.

He hurriedly used Black Charge, but the thorns still scratched his body. Fortunately, the wound was not deeper and he did not lose the ability to move.

The black thorn suddenly lost its strength and was caught off guard by Mo Rong's reaction, but its greater flexibility than the bone nail enabled it to have the ability to stab towards the former without having to recharge its strength, and it turned around and stabbed towards the former again.

"Depend on!"

Mo Rong cursed inwardly. The soft feeling of the thorns made him feel very uncomfortable. It felt as if the force of the bone nails was hitting cotton. Seeing that the bone nails were entangled again, his hand, which was about to break free, suddenly stopped and his eyes glanced at Isma in the distance.

Why not use the thorns to get close?

As the thought came to his mind, another bone nail suddenly chopped diagonally, and the two forward forces suddenly superimposed, shooting him out like a cannonball!

In the blink of an eye, he was already in front of Isma!