Hollow Knight: Hallownest

"Ishma, we will not let your efforts go to waste."

Isma, who was wrapped in vines, had closed her eyes, her breathing was light and steady, but the worry in her heart made her brows still furrowed, which was really heartbreaking to see.

Orgrim used his claws to carefully smooth out the worry on Isma's brow, and then forcefully pulled the thick branches on both sides over and covered Isma in front of her.

Isma is the source of all power in this greenhouse right now. We must not let that guy outside find out. Otherwise, not only will we not win, but even Isma’s safety will be difficult to guarantee.

The four knights all understood the significance of the greenhouse around them, and they all paid close attention to their surroundings. Marcos's unpredictable flashes did not allow them to be careless at all.

The greenhouse was very quiet at this moment, so quiet that one could almost hear the heartbeat and breathing of each knight.

This is not a good sign. If Marcos does not flash into the greenhouse, Isma's power will eventually be exhausted. At that time, with the loss of manpower for no reason, the chances of winning will be even slimmer.

Just as everyone was feeling uneasy, the orange light they had been waiting for finally appeared in the center of the greenhouse. Marcos' eyes were still filled with disdain as before, and he looked down at the knights below and spoke slowly.

"What are you going to do if I don't come in? Stay in this tomb?"

"Cut the nonsense!"

Delia's figure disappeared first. As soon as the voice fell, she had moved behind Marcos in the blink of an eye with the help of the elasticity of the vines. The bone nail in her hand left an afterimage and chopped directly at Marcos' back.

"I knew this was a trap you set for me, but I still came in. What about you?"

Marcos completely ignored Drya's attack and blocked it with the Shield of Dreams. Seeing this, the other three knights also launched attacks. Zemor's bone nails, which were almost as tall as her, were swung by her. The buzzing sound produced by the nails passing through the air was like a strong wind that could blow away ordinary insects.

Unlike Orgrim and Hegemo who were born with great strength, Zemor's bone nails were no lighter than Hegemo's giant hammer, but the way she swung the bone nails was entirely based on her unique steps and cleverness. The powerful force hit the Dream Shield layer by layer, causing it to tremble.

"If it weren't for this shield, you would have been nailed to my body long ago."

Under the flying white hair were Zemor's extremely sharp eyes, but Marcos raised the corners of his mouth slightly after hearing it, and then the amplitude became larger and larger, and he couldn't help laughing out loud.

--boom!

The attacks of Hegmer and Orgrim also came at this time. The sudden huge force caused the remaining two shields to vibrate violently for a while, but that was all, and there was no sign of breaking.

“——Hahaha! Ridiculous, really ridiculous. The residents here all say that you are the most powerful knights in Hallownest, but now I have to sacrifice my teammates to fight for your chance.”

"You're fighting me alone with the strength of five people, and yet you're still looking for other excuses. It's an insult. Calling you warriors is an insult to warriors!"

A large amount of dream energy suddenly surged out of Marcos' body, knocking the four knights to the ground one after another. A hint of confusion flashed in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared. With a slight movement of his mind, four light spikes appeared beside each knight and rushed towards them again.

"Don't be swayed by his words. This isn't Hallownest."

Hegemer patted Zemor's shoulder, and the latter nodded knowingly. Among her, all the knights knew nothing about this place, but they understood that this was not a reason for them to admit defeat.

The attack power of the light spikes was not high and could only slightly affect the knights, but could not prevent them from attacking Marcos. The collision sounds between weapons, bodies and shields continued to echo in the greenhouse, and the dust flew and fell, and along with it, the hopes in the hearts of the four knights also changed.

The four dream shields seemed like a natural barrier separating them from Marcos. No matter how hard they tried, they could not cause any effective damage to him. On the contrary, their breathing became heavy due to the exhaustion of their physical strength.

Although no one said it out loud, there was a hint of emotion in the eyes of the four knights that had not appeared for a long time.

despair.

They simply couldn't break through the dream shield that constantly surrounded Marcos. Their speed was fast, but the shield was even faster. Their strength was strong, but the shield was stronger than them. After repeated attacks, it remained intact.

The depressing atmosphere gradually spread into the hearts of every knight. The interior of the greenhouse had gradually become brighter, and the vines that constructed it had begun to shrink, which meant that they didn't have much time left.

"Brother, what should we do?"

Orgrim moved towards Hegmer, but the heaviness in the latter's eyes gave him no clue. In previous battles, he was always able to win with the giant hammer in his hand, but now it was ineffective against Marcos.

"...to protect Isma."

Hegemer opened his mouth and took a while to say this sentence. The eyes of the other three knights dimmed after hearing it. Hegemer was the knight with the most combat experience among them, but these words indirectly explained the outcome of this battle.

They can't win.

Boom, boom, boom...

A dull knocking sound came from a vine wall in the greenhouse. The sound was not loud, but it attracted the attention of the knights and Marcos.

......

Seeing the five knights being wrapped in the vines that rose from the ground, Mo Rong was a little surprised by their behavior, but he didn't dare to do anything. After all, there was a fiery red figure flying above his head.

But soon Marcos disappeared, and Mo Rong dared to start to concentrate and recover. The flower house was reflected in his eyes, and as he looked at it, he seemed to recall something extraordinary.

If I remember correctly, Marcos was surrounded by four dream shields just now, right?

Can you also control five bone nails?

Can it still flash?

hang?

The more Mo Rong thought about it, the more ridiculous it seemed. He really couldn't believe that the Ma dad in the game was so disgusting. What if it was the one in front of him?

After a moment of silence, Mo Rong looked up at the sky and suddenly realized that the radiant light in his memory had become even cuter.

Shaking off the strange ideas in his head, Mo Rong slowly walked to the greenhouse that rose from the ground. If he guessed correctly, Marcos should be inside, and the reason why the knights did this was probably to fight against Marcos.

Isn't this obviously targeting Marcos? How dare he go in?

As soon as this thought came to his mind, he recalled the four dream shields and fell silent again.

The crowd in the flower room had not dispersed yet, indicating that the battle inside was still going on. Although in Mo Rong's impression, each of the five knights was indeed very powerful, but...

With one hand touching the tangled vines, Mo Rong walked around the entire greenhouse. As he expected, there was no entrance at all. If he wanted to get in, he had to break through the wall.

No, it is not necessary.

"This thing should be released by Isma, so... it should be considered a skill, right?"

With the idea that there is no loss in trying, Mo Rong stuck to the vines and activated the shadow cloak. He felt no pain, but the surroundings suddenly darkened, and then he entered the flower room.

“Really…!”

Mo Rong's involuntary shout had just come out of his mouth when he turned around and was met with five pairs of fierce gazes full of fighting intent. The word "OK" was choked in his throat and turned into a mouthful of saliva that he swallowed.

"Hello...how are you?"