Hollow Knight: Hallownest

Marcos had never slept so soundly since he fell into Radiant Sleep. When he woke up, he felt his mind was clear, and all the muscles in his body were singing. He couldn't help but let out a comfortable hum.

How long had he slept... As soon as he opened his eyes, his heart skipped a beat.

I saw a bug wearing a wide robe sitting on the ground in front of me, looking at me with strange eyes, which seemed a little incredible.

Since he had just woken up and his strength had not yet fully recovered, Marcos had no choice but to sit where he was and responded with a cold look: "Who are you?"

His tone wasn't that bad, and I guess he knew his situation. If Mo Rong wanted to hurt him, he wouldn't have waited for him to wake up.

"Who am I?" Mo Rong pointed at himself with a rather funny tone. If it weren't for the old guy Fu Guang who helped him, he really wanted to kill Marcos while he was sleeping.

Marcos frowned. From Mo Rong's tone, it seemed as if he should know him, but he had never had any impression of that aura. Although he had slept, his mind was not confused to that extent.

"We have never met, who are you?"

Seeing the light flashing around him and the bone nails pointing at him, Mo Rong was not nervous at all. He sneered and pointed his finger at the ground: "We met here before. You also knocked me off the cliff. Have you forgotten?"

Marcos has a strong heart and disdains bullying the weak. Normally, he never takes the initiative to attack others. So after a little thought, he remembered what Mo Rong said and his expression suddenly changed.

"It's you?!"

"No, it's impossible, how could you..."

He looked at Mo Rong in disbelief. The pungent smell of the void in his memory seemed to rush into his nostrils again, but at this moment it could not coincide with what he saw in front of him. It was not just the appearance, but more importantly the breath of light that was purer than his own.

That is... the breath of the king!

Marcos suddenly jumped up, grabbed Mo Rong's robes on both sides with both hands, his eyes were red, and he said tremblingly: "King, what did you do to the king?!"

In that ancient battle between two gods, he had seen the void devouring his own insect race, and Mo Rong was originally a member of the void, so Marcos' thoughts naturally drifted in that direction.

But Mo Rong at this moment was no longer the weak man who had no power to fight back against him on the top of the mountain. Seeing that his collar was grabbed, his face darkened. He grabbed Marcos' wrist with his backhand and clenched his fist.

Then he heard a faint sound, and the pain like a broken bone made Marcos' face change suddenly. Subconsciously, a light flashed in his mind, and he was ready to leave Mo Rong.

"Marcos, I respect you as a general under Radiance, and I didn't kill you just now, but do you really think I'm made of clay and can be manipulated by you?!"

Marcos' pupils shrank into needle points. He had clearly escaped just now, so why could Mo Rong still hold his wrist?

With a roar of anger, his body was thrown down by Mo Rong like a cannonball and embedded into the ground, looking very miserable.

"How dare you address the king by his name? You are courting death!"

Marcos was so angry at this time that he summoned the bone nails and launched a fierce attack on Mo Rong without paying attention to the pain.

From afar, it looked like there were two stars twinkling and entangled on the top of Crystal Mountain.

Things are different now. Mo Rong, who broke out of the Pantheon, has already completed his transformation. Unless Marcos can regain his former glory, he has no qualifications to compete with him.

"Are you crazy? Are you mad because you want to fight to your death?!"

Seeing that Marcos's breath was obviously getting weaker, but he got up from the ground and rushed towards him countless times, as if he was crazy and didn't listen to what he said at all. Mo Rong felt some unspeakable emotions in his heart.

Tendrils shot out and tied up Marcos tightly like a bundle of rice dumplings. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not get free. However, those blood-red eyes were like those of a man-eating beast. If eyes could kill, Mo Rong would have died countless times.

"I just called her name, why are you so excited?"

"If Radiance saw you in such a state of disgrace, he would be very disappointed..."

Mo Rong surrounded him, shook his head and sighed. Seeing that he was unhappy with him but helpless, he felt secretly happy, as it was like he had avenged himself.

"Although my king is dead, his divine power cannot be touched by filthy creatures like you. Let me go immediately and let you kill me!"

Marcos shouted at the top of his voice, causing pain in Mo Rong's eardrums, but it also made him laugh.

"What did you just say, that the Radiance is dead?"

"Who told you she was dead?"

As soon as he said this, Marcos froze in place, and it seemed that he couldn't stop cursing out of inertia.

"What the hell...what did you say?"

Mo Rong stopped talking and just watched Marcos anxiously. He also came to his senses. The confusion in his eyes gradually faded away, and he asked anxiously: "What do you mean, my king is not dead?"

"How do you know this? Speak up, is what you say true?"

"beg me."

Marcos paused, his eyes widened, "What?"

Mo Rong looked at him with a smile and repeated: "Beg me and I will tell you."

"you!......"

Marcos gritted his teeth but did not utter the second half of the sentence. He slowly lowered his head so that Mo Rong could not see his expression.

"It seems that you are not so..."

Mo Rong was about to make a mocking remark, but Marcos in front of him suddenly lowered his body and knelt down with a thump.

"Please tell me if my king is okay."

The words didn't seem to be squeezed out of his throat, but it was as if a heavy burden had been put down and he was no longer showing his edge everywhere.

Mo Rong narrowed his eyes slightly, and after a while he snorted, pulled Marcos up with his tendrils, and let him go.

"Radiance is not dead. She is now in my body."

Marcos raised his head suddenly, his eyes flashing fiercely again: "I have already begged you, but you are still fooling me. Today..."

"Etc., etc!"

Mo Rong interrupted him impatiently and walked up to him: "I knew you wouldn't believe it, come in and take a look."

"What?" Marcos was a little confused.

"Dream Nail, do you want me to teach you how to use it?"

Seeing that Mo Rong was staring at him unfriendlyly but didn't seem to be teasing him, Marcos was silent for a moment and then the bone nail in his hand suddenly lit up, and then he looked up at Mo Rong.

"Why are you looking at me? There are words on my face?"

These words seemed to have some special power, which made Marcos look away quickly, raised his hand and chopped Mo Rong's body with the Dream Nail.

Dream particles suddenly appeared, slowly pulling Marcos into the dream.

He raised his head, his eyes already filled with golden light.