Hollow Knight: Hallownest

The fragments of the cocoon room were wrapped up in the aftermath of the abyss scream belt, like bullets being shot around. The Weaver and the Hornets obviously hadn't recovered from the explosion, and were about to be hit by the fragments.

"This breath and power..."

Hera looked a little solemn. She waved, and the silk threads all over the room suddenly formed a shield in front of them, blocking the disaster for them who had just recovered.

On the other hand, Mo Rong's expression was completely different from theirs, with a smile on his face, as if everything was as he expected.

"How about it, Senior Hera? The outcome of this bet has been announced."

"Of course, you won. I underestimated you. My seal failed to stop your power."

Hera walked slowly towards Mo Rong, talking as she walked.

"I'm very curious about how you, a seemingly ordinary warrior, could master a spell like that just now. It's so powerful. It's not something that comes easily."

"That strong soul power really surprised me..."

Hera's appreciation made Mo Rong feel that he had been too pretentious just now, and he was a little embarrassed. When he was about to be polite, a sudden change occurred, and countless threads instantly climbed up his body.

"Senior has given me too much praise, and I just... ugh!"

Hera's eyes turned cold in an instant, and the aura she exuded became even sharper, like a sharp knife stuck in Mo Rong's neck, making him breathless.

"Hera...Senior, you...what do you mean..."

The sudden changes made the weavers confused, but they only dared to watch from the sidelines. However, Bumblebee saw this and hurried forward to find out.

"What do you mean by asking me? I would like to ask you, what is the purpose of getting close to my daughter?"

The strength of the silk thread became a little stronger. Although Mo Rong didn't know why, he didn't want to control his fate in Hera's hands. Thinking like this, he prepared to mobilize his soul power again and use the spirit of revenge to break the silk thread on his body, but he Failed.

The soul that usually flowed in his body like human blood was now stagnant in his body. Even if he tried his best, he could not condense it into a spell to cast.

"Don't try to use magic to get out of trouble, answer my questions honestly!"

If Mo Rong could lower his head and look carefully, it would not be difficult to find that every thread wrapped around his body was covered with seal patterns.

"Senior Hera, didn't I say... I was entrusted by the king..."

Bumblebee also came to Hera's side at this time and wanted to say something, but when she was about to speak, Hera waved her hand to stop her.

"Then the king is so confused? Why would he send someone like you to escort my daughter?"

Mo Rong, who had been restrained by Hera, couldn't help but feel annoyed after hearing this, with fierce eyes.

"I...I'm also confused, actually...I made a bet...with a beast..."

The forced sound made the surrounding weavers stunned, and then they all looked at Hera who was standing in front of Murong.

"What did you say?"

"I said...you are just a wild...ugh!"

The thread was tightened again, and seeing that Mo Rong's body was about to be severed by the thread, Bumblebee quickly spoke to stop it.

"Mom, stop!"

"Shut up!"

It was only after Hera shouted that she realized something was wrong. After being yelled at, the bumblebee subconsciously took a few steps back, developing a bit of vigilance that stung Hera.

"Alas...silly daughter..."

After a sigh, the silk threads on Mo Rong's body relaxed a lot, but they were still wrapped around his body. Hera's eyes were still cold when she looked at him, and they were not reduced by half because of Bumblebee.

"Although your spells are rare, there is no shortage of capable people in this land. It is not surprising that someone like you who masters spells appears. This is why I didn't take action against you at the beginning."

"At that time, I just thought that you were just one of those capable people. After all, being sent by that king, you are definitely not an ordinary warrior."

In order to let her daughter put aside her misunderstanding about herself, Hera was not in a hurry to let Murong answer, but began to explain the reason.

"But the conditions for releasing soul spells are strict. If you want to achieve the instantaneous effect you just had, unless you have been immersed in this method for a long time, and you must have sufficient soul reserves in your body, you will never be able to act like nothing happened after releasing it. "

"From what I see, you are definitely not much older than my daughter. How can you reach that level?"

Mo Rongjiakong said coldly: "Even if you praise me, I will not forgive you for what you are doing now."

"Even if you are a unique genius...well, I can accept that, but!"

Hera stared into Mo Rong's eyes, as if she wanted to dig something out of them.

"Why did the spell you used just now to break my seal smell of the abyss?!"

"Ordinary people, let alone mastering the power of the abyss, will die due to loss of consciousness even if they are just exposed to it, but you are different."

"Not only will nothing happen to you due to contact with the power of the abyss, but you can also use it to become your own weapon."

"Looking back now, those black shadows produced every time you sprint are probably also things from the abyss."

"Say! Who are you?!"

Bumblebee heard this and understood Hera's doubts, and shifted his gaze to Murong.

At this time, Mo Rong only felt that Hera seemed to have lost her mind, and asked with a constipated look on her face:

"So you are questioning my purpose of approaching your daughter?"

Hera's silence meant nothing else.

"No, if I had a purpose, would I still send her back?"

"What do you think she can stand in front of you intact if I want to do something to her?"

"Yes, it's good that I can use the power of the abyss, but does that mean I have any other purpose? Do you have any stereotypes about us, the abyss?"

"And I was sent here on behalf of the king. Do you think his vision is worse than yours? How can he not know my situation?"

The series of rhetorical questions did not make Hera give up, but it also reduced the sharp aura she exuded. Seeing this, Mo Rong pursued the victory and spoke again, with a softer tone.

"Senior Hera, I know that you are confused when you are concerned, but no matter when I was sending your daughter back or when I was fighting with you two just now, there were no other changes in me. Doesn't this mean something?"

"The abyss is not as chaotic as you think... No, you can't say that. At least I'm not what you imagined. I'm done. Can you let me go?"

Murong said a lot in succession, but it didn't look like he was making it up. Hera looked at Murong and thought for a long time, as if he was indeed not like the chaotic abyss creature in her impression. She was too impulsive after sensing the abyss' aura.

The threads gradually peeled off Mo Rong's body, finally allowing him to loosen his body. Seeing that Hera had given up for a long time, Mo Rong turned around and wanted to leave. He sighed as he walked, his voice rising a few degrees.

"Oh, it's all in vain that I have worked so hard all the way. Even if I don't thank you, I am still being treated like this. Is this the magnanimity of the leader of the weavers? I really don't understand good people..."

Hera's face twitched as she listened. Looking at Mo Rong's slow pace of leaving, she knew that if she didn't pay something for her recklessness, the reputation of the weaver might be lost in her own hands.

"and many more."

Mo Rong paused and turned around to see the black line on Hera's face, but turned a blind eye and replied politely:

"Senior, is there anything else you can do?"

"What happened just now... was my fault. Take out your shield."

Although he didn't understand its meaning, Mo Rong immediately called out the shining tortoise shell, and then the silk thread under Hera's feet quickly rushed towards Mo Rong.

"No, you're still here?!"

Mo Rong hurriedly raised the shield, thinking that Hera wanted to attack him again, but the threads slowed down in front of the shining tortoise shell and slowly wrapped around it. After covering the entire shield surface, they gradually disappeared. Instead, It is the seal pattern faintly flashing on the surface of the tortoise shell.

"This seal should be regarded as an apology for my rude behavior just now. It can help you resist attacks from the soul level. I believe you will be interested."

After hearing this, Merong quickly turned the shield over, and sure enough, it had the pattern he had seen on Hera's shield before.

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"Oh, Senior Hera, you are too polite. You know, how could I mind a mother's concern for her daughter?"

Seeing that Mo Rong didn't even raise his head and couldn't let go of the shield, Hera spoke to the weavers next to him with a speechless expression.

"Send off the guests quickly."

"Yes!"