Hollow Knight: Hallownest

The four knights, except Delia, were more or less puzzled by Morong's appearance. Not only because he could pass through the barrier of the greenhouse, but also because the White King actually brought Morong into this battle.

As for Marcos, because he was trying to stop the attack of the five knights, he didn't pay attention to the person who was pulled into the dream with them. Now it seems that he has to change his target. After all, Mo Rong's priority is higher than that of the five knights.

The foul smell emanating from him really makes me disgusted!

"It seems that today's harvest is much richer than I imagined."

Before Mo Rong could react, a light nail pierced him in the blink of an eye. The other four knights no longer focused their attention on Mo Rong. They didn't know much information at the moment, but Mo Rong brought by the White King was definitely not their enemy.

The knights once again showed their strengths and rushed forward, ignoring the light spikes and shooting at Marcos. In contrast, Mo Rong calmly avoided the light spikes and wandered along the edge of the greenhouse. There was no special emotion in his eyes, just a little doubt and surprise.

The former was because of the disappearance of Isma, and as for the latter, it was naturally because of their surprise at the outrageous defensive power of Marcos' four-sided dream shield. The four knights tried their best but failed to gain any advantage over him. Now Mo Rong knew why the two groups stayed in the greenhouse for so long.

It turns out that the attacks of both sides are temporarily unable to pose a threat to each other!

"You won't be able to defeat Marcos if you continue like this."

Just as the four knights landed and prepared to launch another attack, a word of affirmation came from the sidelines. The situation, which was not optimistic to begin with, was like a gradually breaking hemp rope tied around the knights' hearts. Mo Rong's words were nothing more than sharpening the knife on the rope.

"Stop talking nonsense. It's not your turn to judge here."

Delia, who had a bad impression of Mo Rong in the Queen's Garden, felt even more irritated because of the tense situation. If it weren't for the White King, she really wanted to hit this guy who disturbed the morale of the army with a nail.

"You actually know me."

Marcos looked straight at Mo Rong, and kept searching for memories about him in his mind. Unfortunately, he could not find anything else except the aura of Mo Rong that made him hate it from the bottom of his blood.

Mo Rong didn't take what Delia said to heart. Instead, he took out a bone nail and pointed it at Marcos, gnashing his teeth in hatred.

"Heh, you forced me and my companions off the cliff earlier, and now you have forgotten so quickly?"

After hearing what Mo Rong said, Marcos immediately recalled it. After thinking about it carefully, he realized that he had only encountered an enemy emitting that kind of aura once in all these days. When he met him again, he realized that it was the same person.

"You didn't die after falling from the top of the mountain? You are really lucky. But it doesn't matter. Since we met today, I will help you correct the ending you deserve!"

The tips of the light spikes beside the four knights all turned towards Mo Rong and stabbed at him rapidly. However, Mo Rong was not afraid at all and strode forward towards the light spikes.

--boom!

Before those light spikes reached Morong, they were smashed to the ground by a huge hammer that fell from the sky. Hegmer looked up at Morong, and the whisper under the armor reached his ears.

"You have a way to deal with him."

"Give me a hand, I need to get to him."

Mo Rong didn't explain much, nor did he have time to explain, but the firmness and unquestionableness in his tone made Hegemer raise a hand for him. Seeing this, Mo Rong stepped on it without hesitation.

"Come on, I'm ready to... Shit!"

Mo Rong half-bent over, intending to say hello to Hegemer, but just as he opened his mouth, a huge force hit him under his feet, and the surrounding scenery quickly receded. In just a breath, he had arrived in front of Marcos.

As the Dream Shield gradually occupied his entire eyes, Mo Rong finally reacted and released the Shadow Cloak, which turned into a ball of black particles that passed through the shield and Marcos' body.

"Fortunately, I reacted quickly, otherwise I would have become a human cannonball."

Hegemo, who had just thrown Mo Rong, clenched his fist silently. He didn't expect Mo Rong to be so light. He felt that his hammer was pressing on him and he couldn't get up.

Due to his fast speed, Mo Rong failed to grasp the timing of his first attack. He just quickly released a Spirit of Vengeance behind Marcos after passing through him, then used his mantis claws to kick the vines and jumped towards Marcos again.

"Is this the same spell again?"

The Dream Shield flashing with orange light blocked Marcos in front of him, completely removing the power of the Spirit of Vengeance, which turned into a wave of aftermath and disappeared without a trace. Just as the white particles dissipated, Mo Rong's figure appeared in front of him again.

A flash of orange light passed through the Dream Shield and gradually occupied Marcos' wide-open eyes.

- Om!

After a successful attack, Mo Rong immediately faded away, and bits of brilliant light peeled off from Marcos' body and filled into Mo Rong's body.

"Dream Nail?! How is this possible? How can you use the Dream Nail?!"

As one of the most sacred weapons of the Moth Tribe, the Dream Nail has always been passed down to the Prophet lineage, except for myself. Other Moth Tribe members who want to learn it must be carefully selected and undergo extremely rigorous tests, let alone an outsider, or an outsider with the blood of the old enemy flowing in his body? !

Marcos was extremely angry at this time. The shining Dream Nail in Mo Rong's hand could not speak, but it seemed to be mocking him all the time.

"You stole the wisdom of my people! Damn it!"

Five light spikes appeared again, this time all dancing together, attacking Mo Rong from all directions in a strange rhythm, making it impossible to defend against.

"Cover him!"

Seeing this, Hegemer once again swung his giant hammer and ran towards Mo Rong. He didn't know whether Mo Rong's attack just now was effective, but Marcos's loss of composure gave him hope.

Perhaps this short man in front of them can burst out with power that none of them can match!

At the command, Orgrim and Zemor started to move. Although Delia was reluctant in her heart, she saw everything that had just happened. After hesitating for a moment, she also ran towards Morong.

Relying on the shadow cloak and shining tortoise shell, Mo Rong held on until the arrival of the four knights and ran towards Marcos at a rapid speed.

"court death!"

Marcos' eyes were full of ruthlessness. He only left one Dream Shield around him, while the other three all started to spin and scraped towards Mo Rong below.

Gusts of strong wind hit his face, but Mo Rong didn't dare to take it head-on. He found the right time to jump up and passed the Dream Shield that was hitting him. Then, a ball of black and white mist suddenly gushed out of Mo Rong's mouth and went straight towards Marcos above.

"How about trying this trick!"

"Fool's trick!"

Marcos thought about it, and the Dream Shield blocked the mist under his body. However, the moment the two touched, the black power wrapped in the mist passed through the shield and hit Marcos. The powerful force directly knocked him into the vines of the greenhouse. This sudden change caused the five light spikes to disappear together, and the four shields also fell beside him.

Upon seeing this, the four knights all showed joy in their eyes. However, before hope could take root in their hearts for long, everyone's heart was in suspense again.

The four Dream Shields lying around Marcos trembled a few times, then took off again and spun in the air. Looking closely, the petal-like texture of each Dream Shield became vivid, peeling off one petal at a time and turning into sharp light spikes.

There are no less than ten pieces on one side alone.

Marcos, who was surrounded by them, slowly raised his head. His pupils were dyed the color of the sky. The sudden light in his pupils made Mo Rong feel uneasy.

This power does not belong to Marcos!