Hollow Knight: Hallownest

The divine punishment brought down by Dirtmouth was bound to take lives, but no one would have thought that the first person to die would be Print.

His body was some distance away from the center of the battlefield, and was mostly blocked by the messy houses, but through the narrow gaps, one could still see the proud corpse with his fist extended.

Not many of the bugs here knew Print. Most of them only knew his name, his origin, his past, and some didn't even have time to memorize his appearance.

Complex emotions bubbled up from the bottom of my heart, one part of which was the sadness for the passing of life, while the other large part was the anxiety and confusion about the unpredictable fate of my own.

Perhaps in a while, they will also become nutrients for this land.

Mrs. White stared at the scene in a daze, her breathing gradually becoming rapid.

He, he succeeded?

His eyes were fixed on Print's cold hand, but it was not the one holding the amulet, but the fist that penetrated into Ying's body...

No, it was supposed to be a fist, but it loosened at some point and became half-open.

If you look closer, you can easily find that there is a dent in the center of the slightly opened palm, as if it had been holding something tightly not long ago.

Dageno carried the bone nail to his shoulder and looked in the direction of Ying with some dissatisfaction.

It's just a very common bug, why has it taken so long to fix it?

Even when he saw Print's palm piercing through Ying's body, he didn't show any surprise, but just frowned.

Tsk, what could go wrong in such a short while?

Their physical fitness far exceeds that of ordinary insects. Even if they failed to dodge the attack, to be frank, even if they took it, Print's attack would definitely not be able to hurt them much. What's more, there is a black pool under their feet, which provides a constant supply of power.

"Ying, how long are you going to sit there in a daze?!"

Dageno roared. He was always dissatisfied with the bugs that delayed the battle, even if they were of the same status as him.

It was becoming increasingly difficult for Lady White to deal with their joint attack. The void was slowly eroding her body. If they fought again, he was sure that he would have a great chance of defeating Lady White in no more than ten rounds.

Of course this requires the cooperation of Shadow.

The roar penetrated several stone walls and reached Ying's ears accurately, but he still stood there, not even making any movement like cutting off his arms or retreating to escape, maintaining the posture of being pierced.

He seemed to have become a lifeless corpse like Print.

"you......"

Dageno seemed to realize something and tried to run towards Shadow, but Lady White would never give him that chance.

The current situation is no longer one in which she can continue to passively defend. The possibility that Print had gained with his life needs her to take over and make it come true!

"You did a great job, Printer. On behalf of Hallownest, I offer you the highest respect."

At this moment, Mrs. White released all her strength without reservation. Her body suddenly expanded like a sapling growing wildly. Soon her waist became so thick that it took more than ten insects to hug it. The tangled roots almost covered her entire body.

Although she knew that the power she released would eventually become nourishment for the void, she still had no scruples.

The roots, like dense blood vessels, spread rapidly on the ground and soon reached the soles of Dageno's feet. The latter was quick-witted and cut off the part that tried to climb up his thigh in an instant.

"Just thinking like that... Oops!"

He had only uttered half a sneer when he saw that the roots were still spreading without slowing down at all.

The White Lady's target is not herself at all!

Dageno followed the roots and saw a shadow standing still like a sculpture, and thought to himself that something was wrong.

In just a moment, the roots had spread to Ying's feet. The outline of the white lady in the distance suddenly became like melting ice. Her huge body instantly merged into the ground, and the roots beside Ying rose up again, moving in a hurry.

She leaned down and gathered Ying into her arms, so that the outside world could no longer see the two of them.

Alarm bells suddenly rang in Dageno's heart, and a strong sense of foreboding seemed to be gushing out, even though he knew that above the black pool, he and Ying were almost immortal.

But, but what if she really has the means to kill Ying?

He never knew that Ying was not called this name, nor did he know that he had a "mother".

How could a mother, especially one feeling guilty, have the heart to kill her own child?

In his arms, the roots stretched out their sharp points and pierced into Ying's body one by one, going straight into the depths.

They were like a school of fish scrambling for food, but at some point they suddenly stopped, stopping under Print's outstretched hand.

It was a small ball carved with exquisite patterns, flickering like breathing and shining like stars in the night sky.

At this moment, Lady White truly believed in the existence of fate in the world. Otherwise, why would she give him the other half of her soul when she saw Print took out half of the fragment of the King's Soul?

Now thinking about it, it’s ridiculous what I was thinking at that time.

She actually asked Print to find an opportunity to attach the King's Soul to Ying's body - the Print who was carried back by Mo Rong like a chicken.

But now it seems that he has done it, and,

Exceeded target!

When the tip of the root released white light and then merged into the king's soul, the amulet suddenly lit up, and another noble and powerful aura suddenly gushed out from it, like a dam being opened to wash away the silt in the riverbed. From that point on, the surrounding void matter seemed to be covered with a layer of silver armor, fading from the original pure darkness.

Ying's body was constantly broken and reassembled. His body began to tremble uncontrollably, and gradually, the black mask revealed its original color.

Under the clouds, without the interference of Elder Hu, the Void God once again increased the intensity of refining, and the volume of the black ball shrank again, to only about half of its original size.

Soon, soon!

Radiance, say goodbye to the world!

The eyes of the Void God revealed a madness that indicated victory was within his grasp, and his laughter sounded like an evil ghost from the underworld.

Suddenly, he felt a connection from the shadow being severed, not automatically, but as if it was forcibly severed!

The other end of the link is... Shadow!

He suddenly turned around and looked downward, trying to find the direction where the middle shadow should appear, and surprisingly, it overlapped with the White Lady.

The roots that were gathered like a cocoon stretched out, revealing their uprightness.

His mask is whiter than snow.