Hollow Knight: Hallownest

The torrent of the void was like a tsunami that could engulf a planet. Only the Ark with its wings protecting it could ride the waves.

The properties of the amulet were integrated into the divine power, allowing Mo Rong to remain steadfast despite the Void God's heavy bombardment, the latter's evil pupils poked out from the pouring black mist, and were pierced through the eyes by the golden light that was like a sharp sword.

"I want to see how long you can resist!"

The Void God roared and screamed, and the surging black fog became more turbulent and violent, hitting the golden shield again and again, widening the cracks caused by the impact again and again.

Under the full force of an ancient god, Mo Rong's situation was not as peaceful as it seemed.

Although those voids failed to penetrate into the shield, the pressure they brought was no less than being squeezed into the black ball. Compared to that time, now he could feel more clearly and sensitively the excruciating pain brought by the collapse and reorganization of every piece of flesh and blood.

But he said nothing, silently burying the pain deep in his heart, turning it into infinite power that flowed through every blood vessel in his body and then filled his plump wings.

click-

The light shield completely shattered into pieces. The invading black fog opened its claws and madly pounced towards the only strange place in the void, wanting to skin and devour the only standing figure.

At this moment, the wings of an angel with folded wings finally spread out!

Eyes blazing with light pierced through the thick fog. Mo Rong raised his head and flapped his wings violently.

boom--!

In an instant, a golden storm with him as the eye began to rage and sweep without warning, constantly strangling and swallowing the black fog that was close at hand, and every wisp of wind that made up the storm was also a sharp spike that cut through this black area.

He raised the bone nail high, and the storm began to sweep deeper into the black fog, until the Void God's figure was torn apart by the strong wind and completely exposed. The violent force collided with each other and the ripples spread out and calmed down, and the confrontation stopped briefly.

At the moment before taking action, the Void God stopped.

He was shocked by the sudden qualitative change in Mo Rong's power.

The power of gods is qualitative, and its nature cannot be changed in any way. But this principle that applies to gods is actually ineffective on a mortal insect that steals power?

The sound of the wind gradually died down, and Mo Rong retracted the bone nail to his side. He was full of energy and looked like he had plenty of strength left.

This was not the case. Even if the Void God had retracted his strength from the previous attack, he could not easily block it. The black mist shattered the shield enhanced by the Shining Turtle Shell, causing most of its properties to disappear in the divine power. If it were not for another property that Hera had previously added to the amulet, he would not even be able to accumulate enough power for the previous storm.

The Void God thought too much. The divine power could indeed turn the miraculous effect of the amulet into his own use, but although the amulet was the closest thing to a higher-level item among mortal objects, there was still a fine line between them. The price of crossing this line was the transformation of the durability of the amulet's power into effectiveness.

In short, it is mana that cannot be regenerated.

If the Void God's thinking was simpler and he repeated the attack just now, he would never be able to resist again with the same means.

Therefore, the current situation is far worse than it seems. If we take a wrong step, we will fall into an abyss.

"What, are you scared?"

The Void God narrowed his eyes slightly and re-examined Mo Rong, whose face almost had the word "confidence" written on it. His ferocious face suddenly showed a creepy smile.

"Do you think that bluffing can make a god cower?"

"Don't forget that you were born from the void. If you were born from the void, you will return to the void!"

"Your destiny will never be in your own hands!"

As he roared increasingly crazily, the black fog returned. Mo Rong's heart skipped a beat and he thought to himself that something was wrong.

Has my voice been heard?

Does he still have this ability?

As soon as the thought came to his mind, he flapped his wings and flew a hundred miles away.

Mo Rong retreated quickly, but the black fog was chasing him closely, like a maggot on the heel that he couldn't get rid of.

"escape?"

"This dream is a constraint on me, but isn't it also your prison?!"

The wild laughter kept echoing behind him. The Void God stretched out his hand, and the black mist moved upwards, covering the motionless figure.

Suddenly, the distant skyline flickered, large chunks of clouds were neatly cut, and the scenery in the distance became fragmented in an instant.

And this broken force is still approaching the black fog.

Mo Rong was sweating coldly, it was obvious that the black fog was not panicking at all. Instead, it flapped its wings faster and crashed into it, stopping intact in front of the black fog. The latter was not so lucky. Unlike those clouds that were completely shattered, they were annihilated on the spot after being shattered.

As you get closer, you can see clearly that the source of the fragmentation is actually a layer of constantly flickering light curtain.

"Huh, is it so exhausting just to copy it once?"

Mo Rong was breathing heavily, looking a little listless.

This light curtain was originally a means of radiating light. To achieve this almost seamless attack effect, one needs to have extremely strong control over the dream particles. Just one use of it put a huge burden on his brain, and he would even feel dizzy when resting.

He knew that the energy consumed by the Void God to manipulate the black fog was not much less than that of his own light curtain, but the other party had maintained the black fog until now without any abnormality. His mental strength was simply stronger than he could imagine.

hum.

A low vibrating sound was heard, and the light curtain passed directly over the Void God. Like Mo Rong, he was unharmed.

"What a poor imitation."

The Void God didn't pay any attention to the receding light curtain, his eyes were full of mockery.

If this move was a radiation release, then he might need some effort, at least he wouldn't dare to dodge by turning into a virtual being as blatantly as he is now.

Mo Rong was also very clear about the characteristics of the light curtain. He knew how to make it the same as when he dealt with Dageno or his predecessors in the Void Pantheon. However, the gap between theory and reality ultimately needs to be made up by strength, which he could not do.

The only way he could do, and the only way that would be effective against the Void God, was to infuse that characteristic into the bone nails in his hands.

So, at the moment when the sound of the Void Myth fell, which was also the moment when the void ended, he rushed towards the former like an arrow, and disappeared into the shadow in the blink of an eye.

Soon, golden lightning like a swimming dragon began to light up in its body, accompanied by traces of blood, sometimes bright and sometimes dim.

"Have you lost your mind? How dare you walk into a trap?"

The Void God felt waves of pain coming from his body, but his eyes were flashing with the light of securing victory.

This time, I won't let you escape easily.

The void entity seemed to be frozen as if time had stopped, and Mo Rong, who was in it, felt as if he was stuck in a quagmire. Every attack required a huge amount of strength.

So he stopped, unfolded a light shield that could only last for a moment, and the bone nail in his hand disappeared and was replaced by another object. He held it in his palm and raised it high -

It was a delicate flower, a flower that was stuck in the mud but still emitting a bright glow.