Hollow Knight: Hallownest

After Mo Rong left the pit, he walked to the left, the light of thought in his eyes still flickering.

If the radiation has not awakened and the void is still sleeping, will this land continue to be lawful?

I have to admit that although the White King's container plan has eliminated humanity, it cannot completely cover up the great achievements he has made, emancipating the mind and maintaining order. The land of Hallownest has indeed entered a new era under his leadership. , compared to void and radiation, it does have many merits.

So he should lean towards the White King and help him suppress the void or destroy the radiation?

Mo Rong shook his head. He was still stepping on the masks of many containers under his feet. He asked himself, he still could not forgive the White King for what he did, even if he was for Hallownest.

King Bai's imperial thoughts are too heavy, so heavy that he ignores the meaning of life. If the wishes of the containers are respected when executing the container plan... No, maybe the containers have no thoughts of their own since they were created by King Bai. Dominated by the White King's will.

After all, Mo Rong still couldn't accept that King Bai used life as a tool. He knew that maybe his idea was a bit holy, but what happened next?

What should the White King do if another god who can rival Radiant appears and poses a threat to Hallownest again?

What's more, after the plague was leaked, King Bai was unable to stop it and chose to disappear from this land. This also reminded Mo Rong that King Bai might just want to be a 'king', but he doesn't seem to be a 'king' anywhere. not give a damn about.

Watching his people fall into dire straits, he chose to escape.

Hallownest may indeed be of great significance to the White King, but for an advanced creature like him, who said that Hallownest can only be the 'Hallowest' he is currently standing on?

The world is too big, and this is just a small corner.

Thinking like this, Mo Rong unknowingly arrived at another place he wanted to reach.

The masks all over the place disappeared completely as he approached this place. Although at the bottom of this dark abyss, apart from the shadow crawlers, there were no traces of biological activity, the stone carvings here told the visitor that this place had once been The abyss civilization that happened.

"It's exactly the same as in my memory."

Mo Rong walked in front of the stone carvings, looking at the howling expressions, he couldn't help but admire them in his heart.

He was already very shocked in the game, but now that he was on the scene, he could feel the uncanny workmanship of the carver even more. The sadness shown in it made all the viewers who looked directly at it feel spontaneously in their hearts.

Among the wailing statues surrounding the stone wall, there is a black square stone platform that has stood for a long time. Although the patterns carved on it are similar to those stone carvings, it can be seen from the wailing statues climbing up behind it that this stone platform must be Extraordinary.

Mo Rong raised his legs and climbed up, took a deep breath, then raised his head, and a sharp howl spewed out of his mouth.

"Roar!"

Those spells that are seen as white mist in the eyes of others can finally be seen clearly against the darkness. The release of the Howling Ghost spell is like the wailing of souls. If you compare it with the wailing statues around you, it is not difficult to find The two are extremely similar, it is not an exaggeration to say that they were carved from the same mill.

And the moment Mo Rong released the spell, he felt as if his soul had been stripped out and suspended in the air, and then a lot of void matter emerged from the huge mouths of the wailing statues like springs. It spread on the ground, then steamed up, pouring into Mo Rong's body.

"This feeling is completely different from the feeling when the snail shaman teaches the crystallization of spells..."

Mo Rong opened his eyes again, and everything seemed as if it had never happened, but he could clearly feel that the Howling Ghost had changed, but because his soul was exhausted, he could not show it immediately.

"Go and draw two reptiles back to their souls and try the new spell."

Just do it, Mo Rong walked to the passage where he came from. A pink light suddenly appeared behind him, and disappeared in a flash. Not long after, he came to the bottom of a stone platform.

Mo Rong didn't think too much. He slightly bent his legs and jumped up to the stone platform. There were some souls floating in the pile of masks below. He raised his head slightly and looked at Mo Rong, his eyes There seems to be a hint of memory in it.

The reptile was not high above the ground, and Mo Rong easily jumped on it, summoning the Dream Nail and sucking out a lot of souls until he felt that he could no longer hold it.

And just as Mo Rong jumped down and the stone platforms on both sides whizzed by, another question arose in his mind.

Why is the vessel's ascension ceremony just a matter of walking through the jump music?

Does this have any special significance?

Why can only the container that successfully climbs to the observation deck be called a successful container?

In his opinion, no matter how many stone platforms there are, they are just for training one's body and will. What does it have to do with ascension? Moreover, the will of the container can be considered to be unified and controlled by the White King, so success or failure cannot be judged based on physical skills, right?

This idea was so ridiculous that he didn't even want to think about it.

Mo Rong looked at the container souls floating not far away and had no idea for a moment. After all, he was still fundamentally different from them. If he was also a container, he would have figured it out by now.

"Forget it, I always feel like my mind starts to become active as soon as I come here. I don't know if it's affected by the environment here..."

Mo Rong shook his head. After calming down his emotions, he looked up and saw a howling ghost. A completely different ink black color appeared above him. Although the shape did not change much, the void atmosphere contained in it was. This makes this spell much more powerful.

At this time, it should be called the Screaming of the Abyss.

"Heihou got it!"

After using this move, Mo Rong was secretly excited. You must know that Abyss Scream has the highest damage among the three shaman spells. If it is used in battle, there must not be many enemies who can take this move without being hurt.

"Is it because of the belief in the void? The spells studied by that guy Wuma can actually resonate with them."

Mo Rong then walked forward, thinking as he walked, and when he was distracted, a light that he had not seen for a long time hit him directly in front of him. The sudden light made his eyes sting, and Mo Rong came back to his senses. He closed his eyes for a while and then finally opened them.

The scene that greeted him was familiar to him, whether it was in the game or in Shi Pei's dream just now.

In front of him was the long-lit lighthouse standing on the edge of the Black Lake, as well as the place where Black Worm and the White King fought. The ground was still pitted due to the battle. Looking through the bright light, it looked desolate.

......

King Bai looked at the cold figure standing tall on the martial arts field with some relief in his eyes.

After the Black Worm incident passed, Bai's strength improved rapidly. After this period of pouring of void matter, it was already slightly larger than Haigmo, and now the mask on its head has been changed again and again. It became what it is now.

King Bai stepped towards Bai's side, listening to the jingle of the pale armor on its body, the explosion caused by the bone nails in its hands cutting through the air, and the rhythm that was born in conjunction with its unique steps.

The sound was so beautiful, the most beautiful music he had ever heard.