Hollow Knight: Hallownest

As the most powerful warrior of the Void Clan, Dageno was certainly not just a warrior who could only wield bone nails, but at that time there were very few enemies who could force him to use such a trick, which led to the trick of transforming the body into tendrils becoming his trump card. After all, apart from Marcos, he had never thought of using this trick to deal with other bugs.

Even for Mo Rong, who could also use Void Tendrils, this move was really unexpected.

Unlike his own void tendrils that were wide open and looked like a group of demons dancing wildly, Dageno's control over the tendrils was obviously at a higher level. As a part of his body, the four tendrils seemed to be an extension of his arms, changing directions and pulling towards him.

The worst thing was that one of them had a bone nail at the end that was flashing with a cold light.

“Hey, hey, hey, isn’t it said that the Void is more of a power type? Why do I feel that his control over his own power is no less than mine?!”

The attack of this tendril was very similar to the previous battle against Isma. Although he already had combat experience, Dageno's strength was far beyond that of the former. It would be better to call it a softened stone pillar rather than a tendril. The dent created by hitting the ground might be enough to bury him.

Listening to Mo Rong's complaints, Radiant Light didn't care at all, and said in a tone of "Do you still need to ask me this?" "I have already said that as one of the top fighters, Dageno is at the top of the mountain in terms of both strength and control of strength. How can you think that is his weakness? Let me put it this way..."

"Have you ever thought that Marcos' strength was his weakness?"

"Marcos's power is weak?"

Mo Rong thought about it roughly and felt ashamed.

It seemed like every time he faced Marcos, he could never gain any advantage. Either he was being chased and beaten when outnumbered, or he was being chased and beaten when outnumbered. Even when analyzing his weaknesses, he never thought that it was because of his strength. That guy's abilities could be called comprehensive, and most importantly, he could fly better than Dageno.

Thinking of this, Mo Rong fell completely silent.

It turns out that I had preconceived ideas and my confidence was inflated.

"It's good that you realize this. Even if you are baptized by the power of light and master the secret art of the void, you are still facing a strong enemy. Don't take it lightly."

"Compared to your comfort, I still miss the time before I was baptized."

"..."

Mo Rong smiled slightly and continued to battle wits and courage with the dancing tendrils in front of him.

After the conversation just now, he didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but an idea suddenly came to his mind.

Judging from the current situation, my fighting style really doesn't bring me any benefits. Perhaps I need to trace the root cause and change my fighting style to change the situation.

But if you want to change your fighting style in a very short time, unless you already understand and are familiar with another fighting mode, it would be tantamount to suicide.

So Mo Rong thought of the name that kept popping up in his ears during this period of time -

Marcos.

That's right. Marcos's fighting style is very suitable for this battle, as he can rival Dageno and survive intact to this day. Although his strength has regressed a lot compared to that period, he has seen the terrifying Marcos in his heyday in his dreams.

What are the characteristics of Marcos's fighting style?

There is no doubt about it - it is the floating bone nails that can be controlled at will and the elusive flashes.

And these two points, hum hum...

I don’t have any.

Mo Rong curled his lips. Although the bone nail could not float, it was not difficult to control it at will. He also had the ability to flash, but he could not be as elusive as Marcos.

But at least I can fly now. With this, there is a possibility of finding a way out of this battle!

After thinking about it, the moth-wing cloak suddenly flapped, carrying Mo Rong off the ground.

Since it was his first time flying, he still kept a distance from Dageno, fending off attacks while also familiarizing himself with flying techniques.

This process did not take long. Dageno's gaze gradually moved upwards, his eyes so deep that it was difficult to tell what they meant.

He noticed the changes in Mo Rong. Even though he only had a pair of wings, it gave him a sense of familiarity that had been gone for a long time.

This sense of familiarity actually made his fighting spirit even stronger!

The tendrils flew backwards and turned into arms again. Dageno held up the bone nail, with the tip of the nail pointing directly at Mo Rong who was flying in the air, facing his bone nail.

For a moment, light and darkness intertwined again, but the momentum was even more powerful and the fluctuations were even more violent.

Voiding, flickering, bone nail skills... Mo Rong used all his skills and fought with Dageno to a standstill. During the fight, he absorbed the opponent's skills and experience and made constant changes, and the latter did the same.

This is a battle between geniuses. Both sides learn in the battle, grow and play in the learning.

During this process, Radiance also discovered clues about Mo Rong.

"You are trying to imitate Marcos' fighting style... It's a great idea. In the previous wars, he never lost a battle."

It’s a pity that I’m not Marcos... Mo Rong sighed inwardly and didn’t respond, but Radiance continued to say something that shocked him.

"But he never beat Dageno, let alone you."

"If you can achieve his intention, you will live; if you can achieve his purpose, you will die. If you want to defeat him in this way, I advise you to give up as soon as possible."

A hint of enlightenment flashed in Mo Rong's eyes. No wonder in so many rounds of fighting, even though he tried his best to imitate Marcos' fighting mode, he couldn't find a way out. It turned out that his thinking was completely dominated by that idea.

"If you can achieve the meaning, you will live; if you can achieve the deeds, you will die. I never thought you could say such a philosophical thing."

"..."

"Thank you. I understand."

Do you understand what he means?... Mo Rong understood the meaning of Radiance in an instant. After all, what he wanted to learn was Marcos' only strength - cunning.

To put it bluntly, it is about taking the enemy by surprise. The starting point of every attack must be unexpected, so that you can find a breakthrough in this battle.

Or maybe, just one hit is enough.

Looking at Dageno's body that sometimes appeared and sometimes disappeared, Mo Rong's eyes suddenly lit up and his body trembled as if he had been electrocuted.

Ding--!

Dageno swung the nail across and actually knocked Mo Rong several steps away. Seeing the latter half-kneeling, one hand on the ground, the other hand holding the bone nail half-inserted into the ground, without moving for several breaths, he felt a little strange and hesitated to move forward.

He didn't believe that the previous move could completely defeat Mo Rong. It must be said that this guy's strength was indeed at an extremely high level.

Fortunately, this scene did not last long. After a few breaths, Mo Rong stood up, got into a fighting stance again, flapped his wings and rushed up again.

"They are still using the same old tricks and are stubborn and will not change."

Dajieno snorted coldly. He had almost figured out Mo Rong's attack method. If he didn't change, he would be able to take his head within ten rounds.

Ding--!

Mo Rong continued to fight with his nails. Although the nails strengthened by dreams could weaken the opponent's virtuality to the same level as his own, Dageno's experience was enough for him to dodge his attacks.

"Seven rounds."

Dageno spoke coldly, swinging the bone nail powerfully.

Ding--!

With three tendrils and a bone nail, Mo Rong could feel that Dageno was already familiar with his attack pattern, and the pressure had increased a lot compared to before.

"Five rounds."

Dageno's eyes became even colder, like the cold winter in December.

Ding--!

I feel like my bones are about to fall apart... Mo Rong clenched the bone nails in his palm and swung them around with gritted teeth.

"One round."

Dageno suddenly exerted force again, and this blow from head to toe almost cut Mo Rong through, but ended up sweeping him out again.

"It is an honor for you to be defeated by our bone nails."

"Tsk..."

Mo Rong stood up, spit out a mouthful of black liquid, raised the bone nail in front of him, and said seriously: "Don't talk big too early, I haven't lost yet."

Dageno shook his head and did not refute.

He didn't want to argue with a dying insect.

He took a big step forward and was about to reach Mo Rong in three steps. Seeing this, the latter smashed the bone nails into the ground and then threw the rubble at Dageno.

The dying counterattack was so weak, he finally lost the fighting spirit... Dageno's body became weak, and he also passed through the rocks and moved forward.

Mo Rong took a step forward, without dodging or evading, and ran straight towards Dageno.

The bone nails of both parties were about to pierce into each other's bodies at the same time. Dageno did not avoid it at all, even though he saw that Mo Rong's bone nails were already glowing.

He would not die from this attack, but Mo Rong would definitely die.

"My color can probably be called yellow flash."

In this seemingly frozen moment, he heard a faint, smiling whisper coming from the opposite side.

Yellow flash?

What does that mean?

Dageno was a little confused, but it didn't matter. His bone nail had already touched his heart, and he would become a corpse in the next second...

boom--!

As the light in front of my eyes suddenly became brighter, a huge impact force suddenly pressed down from my back, accompanied by an extremely sharp pain.

This is the spell of the high priest... Dageno's body slammed into the ground, the smoke and dust dissipated, and when he came to his senses, he slowly moved his eyes to look at his chest -

There was a beam of light flashing at the heart, dazzling and shocking.

"Why... why..."

Why was it him who was pierced through the heart?

"Because I won't lose, and..."

Mo Rong sat on the back armor, threw the stone he was playing with in front of Dagenuo, and said with a sigh:

"Can't lose."

Dageno looked at the stone rolling in front of him. He remembered that it was caused by Mo Rong's last blow.

"So... So that's how it is..."

"My loss...is not unfair..."

Dageno's eyes gradually lost their luster, and until the last moment he was looking at the stone, the stone with the strange pattern printed on it.

If he had known the Moth Tribe in depth, he would have known that this was their famous secret technique -

The Gate of Dreams.