Hollow Knight: Hallownest

"Do you really dare to kill me?!"

Drya held the bone nail in one hand to split the hunter's claws, and held the unconscious Bumblebee in the other hand, shouting sternly.

Seeing this, the hunter's eyes flashed with disdain. He snorted coldly and withdrew his hands, dropping them to the ground.

"Hunting is a fight where your life is at stake. Even a child knows this. I never thought a knight of the kingdom would not know this."

"How childish."

"You!" The anger in Delia's eyes grew even stronger, but she did not dare to act rashly. After all, the princess in her arms was still there, and she could not take any risks.

A teeth-grinding sound came from the hunter's hands. He polished the fangs in his hand and walked slowly towards Drya, his eyes slightly narrowed.

"I admit that this child is indeed very good and has excellent comprehension, but do you really think she can beat me?"

"Your words just now have lowered my impression of knights. I hope you can be a little wiser in this regard."

The hunter's contemptuous words reached Delia's ears. Although she frowned, her lips were tightly closed and she did not say a word in rebuttal.

He was right.

In fact, she was watching the battle in the jungle not far away when it started. It was only because she hid her breath that Bumblebee did not notice her.

When the two sides officially started fighting, she discovered that the hunter was deliberately holding back.

The reason why I am so sure is entirely because of the hunter's posture and movements.

In the exertion of force in each move, he hardly used the strength of his waist and limbs. At best, he posed a threat to Bumblebee through ordinary arm swings.

Just based on the size difference, it would be impossible for Bumblebee to deal with it so easily, not to mention that he actually used bone nails to fight back?

Ideological enlightenment can indeed bring about improvements in strength and skills, but the effect is definitely not exaggerated to the extent of being achieved in one step. Otherwise, the most powerful person in Holy Nest should be the teacher.

"Not only that, instead of blaming me, you should thank me."

The hunter took out another stone from his head, similar to the one he had used when he met Bumblebee before, and paced beside Delia, his fingers dancing constantly.

The latter looked unhappy, but fell silent again after hearing his words.

"If it weren't for me, she might still be a weak little girl, an unenlightened warrior, and her strength wouldn't have grown much."

"After all, it's not an exaggeration for her to call me Master here..."

"You're dreaming!" Delia spat, her tone cold: "You're not qualified to be her master!"

"Who's enough then?"

The hunter's words were still calm, so calm that it annoyed Delia: "You? Ha, stop joking."

"In my diet, there is no difference between knights and reptiles. It all depends on my mood whether I prey on them or not."

Delia's face had turned completely black at this time. She slowly squatted down, used bone nails to clear a space, and carefully placed the Bumblebee on it.

She would never allow any insect to tarnish the honor of a knight, and this touched his bottom line.

The hunter's eyes brightened when he saw this. He suppressed his excitement and spoke with a trembling voice: "Don't worry, I won't touch that little girl."

He knew what Delia was worried about.

So now, the goal should be achieved.

"You'd better be prepared for death when you said that just now."

Delia pulled the bone nail to her side, raised her head slightly, her eyes were cold and emotionless, and she crossed her long legs and looked forward.

Tick...Tick...Tick...

As soon as the third step was taken, the hunter saw her figure gradually become blurred and illusory. In just a blink of an eye, Delia had disappeared from the spot.

“This speed is amazing!”

With a low growl, the hunter immediately turned his body, brought out his fangs again, and chopped them fiercely behind him.

In the empty place, a white figure suddenly appeared, and a ray of aggressive silver light collided with the fangs.

No stopping, separation as soon as touching.

The hunter who was crouching on the spot also started to move, constantly moving between the jungle and the stone walls. The next collision sounded suddenly before the previous one faded away.

For a moment, all one could see was the blurry black shadow of the hunter moving, and the inexplicable crisp sound that kept coming from the fangs.

It's like fighting against an invisible ghost.

From time to time, you can see flowers, plants and trees being cut in half, several very regular scratches appearing out of thin air on the stone slabs, and a few muffled groans mixed with pain.

"Ahem--uh!"

The noise was so loud that Bumblebee, who was lying on the grass, coughed violently a few times. He opened his eyes with difficulty and tried to support himself with his hands to stand up, but found that he could not lift them up.

Pain, soreness!

She could clearly feel that her muscles were still stiff despite her unconscious control, and even the slightest movement of folding her legs and bending her arms would send back severe pain.

So the price of victory is to use up your own body?

Thinking back to his previous mysterious state, Bumblebee felt it was precious, but as long as he recovered and trained diligently, it shouldn't be a problem to maintain it for a long time.

The happiest thing for a warrior is naturally the progress beyond imagination, which made Bumblebee feel much more relaxed.

"But what about Knight Drya..."

She turned her head and the environment was still the same as before, but the tall figure disappeared beside her and no one knew where he went.

The Hunter is dead, why did Knight Drya put herself here?

Could it be that the Queen Aunt didn't want to see her and gave her an order?

Wild thoughts increased Bumblebee's anxiety. She forced herself to sit up, enduring the pain. Just as she was about to shout out Drya's name, a streak of white light passed by her and cut off the vegetation along the way.

Bumblebee froze in place and swallowed.

If the gale had gone a little further, it wouldn't just be the vegetation that would have been cut off.

She could recognize it; it was Delia's move.

"Are there any enemies?"

This was the first thought that came to Bumblebee's mind.

The wind blew, and a figure as sharp as a streak appeared behind Bumblebee at some point, with the bone nail pointing forward, and said sternly: "Stop here!"

She looked back and saw that the pure white armor in her memory was now covered in dust. Not only that, there were also many noticeable scratches on it. Although it was not as neat as before, it exuded a different kind of fortitude.

"Dreya, you...you are hurt?!"

Delia looked down with a gentle look in her eyes: "Don't worry, Princess. I'm fine."

"Who did it..."

Bumblebee turned his head and looked in the direction where Drya's bone nail was pointing. His pupils suddenly dilated and his expression was extremely unbelievable.

Although the figure standing in the distance had many scars and the emerald green beside his head had turned gray, it still did not prevent Bumblebee from recognizing him. He said in a lost voice:

"You, aren't you dead?!"