Hollow Knight: Hallownest

Perhaps because of the suppression of the void, even with the help of the radiation, Mo Rong could still clearly feel the slow recovery of his soul power.

"At this rate, I'm afraid it will take three rounds of fighting before I can resume using a large spell. I don't know how effective it will be."

"If you want to defeat the void with soul magic alone, your source power must be higher than the former."

"Is that so? With my current level..."

"In vain."

Mo Rong raised his eyebrows slightly, a little surprised.

This emotion did not come from the powerlessness of soul magic. As a void creature, he could easily absorb souls and use them for his own benefit. Since the opponent was of the same origin, he would naturally have a way to deal with it. What surprised him was another point -

When did Radiance become so easy to talk to?

It's not her style to ask questions and answer them... Mo Rong coughed lightly and continued to ask for various reasons:

"so what should I do?"

"..."

Radiant Light was silent for a while, then he said in a muffled voice: "Dreams are a reflection of the soul. You really couldn't hurt him with your spells before, but because of my divine power, you only need to use my secret technique when casting spells to add light power to the soul spells."

"Similar to attack effects?"

Mo Rong muttered to himself, and roughly understood the meaning of Radiance, but...

"I have to use the secret technique of the Moth Clan while casting spells?"

"Something like the Dream Nail and the Dream Door?"

As he spoke, a light flashed in his hand, instantly dyeing the bone nail golden and illuminating the dim surroundings.

In the dream, Radiant's eyes changed and his mood became extremely complicated.

It is undeniable that the previous proactive response, which seemed like a gesture of goodwill, was a temptation to pry into memory, but now the doubts have been completely dispelled.

This guy is indeed the same as what he just saw... He can use the secret techniques of the moth clan!

It sounds ridiculous that void creatures use the secret art of light. It is incredible that two completely contradictory forces can coexist in one body.

That’s right. After all, it is incredible to win this bet.

"Yes. In addition, if you use the Dream Nail to attack, the effect will be much stronger than Bill and other original weapons."

"Having said that..."

Mo Rong frowned. What Radiant said seemed to be an understatement, but he had never tried such an attempt. Not to mention the use of secret techniques when casting spells, just talking about the latter, maintaining the Dream Nail was an extremely strenuous task. If he wanted to use it as an ordinary bone nail, he would probably be exhausted after a few rounds.

"Huh~, let me try."

The light of the Dream Nail that had just dissipated climbed up the bone nail again. This time, Mo Rong did not disperse the power immediately, but deliberately maintained this state.

But when the time reached the threshold of the previous release time, a feeling of fatigue slowly surged into his heart, and the sleepiness surged, almost making him close his eyes.

The process was not as painful as imagined. Instead, it felt like sitting around a fire in the winter, so warm and comfortable.

"I'm so tired. I want to...sleep...so much..."

He has been fighting in the Pantheon for too long. Even though every victory is accompanied by a baptism of void matter, the long-term tense nerves will eventually lead to psychological fatigue.

The power was out of control, and the light of the Dream Nail began to dissipate at this moment, but the drowsiness it brought also faded immediately. Mo Rong suddenly opened his eyes wide, and then broke out in a cold sweat.

Damn it, I almost fell asleep just now? !

"No, no, if I fight him in the state I was in just now, I won't be able to hurt him even if I die a hundred times."

Radiance watched the whole process in silence, with a rather strange look in his eyes.

"You guys can't even maintain your dream power?"

There was a hint of 'this isn't natural' in her tone, which made Mo Rong speechless.

"...Do you think everyone is Marcos? Besides, apart from Marcos, there are probably not many people in the Moth Tribe who can use the Dream Nail to the same degree as me."

This sentence made Radiance stunned, and the emotion flashing in his eyes was obviously doubt.

What a joke, although this secret technique is a secret technique, it is not difficult for the moth clan to master it.

She wanted to refute, but before that she entered into Mo Rong's memories again. After a moment, her eyes were filled with anger.

In Mo Rong's past, she saw the future of the Moth Clan, witnessed the decline of the Moth Clan, and also knew the reasons.

When drinking water, one should remember its source. She never thought that as the god of the moth tribe, she would be forgotten by most of the moth tribe. They, forgetting their former glory, lived contentedly in the tiny land given to them by the invaders, and spent every day in a cowardly way...

The more Radiant Light thought about it, the gloomier her expression became, to the point where she wished she could just go out and skin Worm alive. But after changing her mind, she could only sigh helplessly, and after calming down, she returned to her dream.

Given her current condition, the outcome of getting out will be no exception. Besides, the future has not happened yet, so there is still room for maneuver.

The room for improvement naturally refers to Mo Rong.

Radiant Light didn't realize that every time she peeked into Mo Rong's memories, the latter's status in her heart increased, and the help she provided became less and less reserved.

"Forget it. If we weren't on the same side, I wouldn't have helped you to this extent. OK."

In the dream, a drop of golden liquid slowly seeped out from between Radiant's eyebrows. At the same time, Radiant's face became much more dejected.

From the moment the liquid appeared, the scene in the dream also emerged in front of Mo Rong's eyes. His face changed drastically and he shouted: "Wait, wait, wait a minute!"

The drop of liquid immediately solidified in mid-air.

Radiant looked unhappy: "What?"

"What? If I'm not mistaken, that's dream liquid, right?"

"how?"

"What else?!"

Mo Rong's eyes widened. If he was infected with the plague, how could he fight?

"When you say help me, do you mean to infect me with the plague? I know this can put me into a dream state, but if it fails, won't I lose my mind?"

"Foolishness."

With a look of contempt, Radiant Light dropped the drop of liquid, which was only the size of a tear but shone brightly enough to illuminate the entire dream, onto the ground without any explanation.

In an instant, bits of orange light emerged from Mo Rong's eyes, and the brilliance flashed across the entire Pantheon for a moment.

His mind was still clear, even clearer, and his strength was more abundant than ever before, as if the potential of every cell had been squeezed out.

Mo Rong raised his head and formed a flower with the bone nail in his hand.

No lag.

"The source of dreams, grant you the power to make your wishes come true."