Hollow Knight: Hallownest

Not long after the white stone was crushed, a dark red figure appeared in front of the stone statue on the top of the mountain, sitting next to Marcos.

"The whole of Hallownest is under martial law now, so it's inconvenient for me to stay here any longer. Why did you call me here this time?"

"Zero, my king has appeared."

"what?!"

Ze Ruo's pupils suddenly contracted, and his expression was extremely shocked: "When did this happen? Why didn't I get any news?!"

When the plague broke out, he naturally knew that the ancient god had awakened, but he hadn't heard a single rumor about such a big event as his appearance.

"It happened not long ago. It happened so suddenly that even I was not prepared."

"Not long ago?"

Ze Ruo seemed to remember something and suddenly came to his senses.

"No wonder, no wonder I suddenly found that all the knights in the palace were missing a while ago. It turned out to be because of this."

Then he looked at Marcos again, his eyes filled with excitement that could be described as fanatical: "Where is Ranhe, where is the ancient god, I...can I have the honor of meeting him?"

Seeing Zeruo like this, Marcos was actually a little dazed for a moment.

How he wished that Ji Feng could have the same feelings for the king as Zeruo.

He looked at Zeruo and thought of his own people. He found it ridiculous and yet very sad.

He discovered that most of his people's respect for the king was not as great as that of a foreigner.

The survival of the moth clan is in danger!

"That's too late."

"It's too late?" Zeruo asked with a puzzled look, "Am I too abrupt, or is it that the Ancient God is unwilling to give me this opportunity?"

Marcos lowered his gaze, looking straight toward Dirtmouth through the thin clouds.

"Just a while ago, on the day I said the king showed up suddenly, the king and the five knights also came."

"I think you should be able to guess their purpose."

Zeruo was shocked, and looked down in disbelief following his gaze: "Right down there, Dirtmouth?"

"During the time when the plague broke out, did you see a huge crimson tent? It was right there."

Speaking of this, Zeruo nodded: "I heard from the guards that it seemed to come from the outside world, but somehow bypassed the closed gate and entered Hallownest."

"But what does this have to do with them?"

Marcos' breathing stagnated, his hands clenched on his knees, and his voice was filled with uncontrollable anger.

"Yes, of course!"

"In that tent, there is another god, a god who is also a thief!"

However, in that short conversation, Zeruo was shocked for the third time. That period of time was just a drop in the ocean in the entire history of Hallownest's development, but what happened was more important than everything that had happened so far.

One piece of land, three gods, isn't this a disaster for all living beings and a precursor to the beginning of war?

Thinking of this, Zeruo frowned: "Then logically speaking, the scale of the battle between the three gods should be large, but why is there not only no news at all, but Dirtmouth is still intact?"

Shouldn't the war between gods be of earth-shattering magnitude?

"My king dragged the two invaders and the knight into the dream. Not to mention you, only the bugs who were dragged in know about this in the entire Hallownest."

"So, what was the result?"

Ze Ruo's voice was low, and he seemed to have vaguely guessed the result.

"My king's strength has not yet fully recovered, and he is fighting two gods alone, and the other side is well prepared..."

Having said this, Marcos’ face turned gloomy and he stopped talking, and Zeruo also tacitly did not ask any more questions.

Too late. So it means the ancient god was sealed by the king.

"Zeruo, we are close friends regardless of age. Since we first met, you are the only foreigner I recognize."

Marcos' robe fluttered and he soared into the air. Seeing this, Zeruo also activated his cloak and flew up, with a flash of reminiscence in his eyes.

"So I gave you my shed wings. Before that, I was ready to keep them forever."

"You once told me that Hallownest is far from being as prosperous as it seems. The so-called prosperity is just built on the bones of a huge number of civilians."

“Privileges cannot be eliminated, and classes cannot be crossed. You say you want real equality, so you move forward regardless of the consequences until you become a guard.”

"And when I became a guard, I realized that I was still powerless to do anything about it." Zeruo took over the words and looked at the Holy Nest below him, without any emotion in his eyes.

"I want to change, but I find that I can only take care of myself. My power is too small, so I look forward to the era you are talking about."

"There is no high or low, and the will is unified in this era."

Ze Ruo's eyes were firm, and he asked in a deep voice: "What should I do to help you?"

Marcos was silent for a long time before he slowly said, "If you want to help the ancient god break free from the seal, you will inevitably have to fight against another god."

"Do you have the courage?"

"If this is the price I have to pay for that era, I can offer much more than just my courage!"

Zeruo answered with certainty.

That's right, even when facing the unattainable existence on the throne, he would never retreat even a single step.

In his heart, the king's authority and power are always lower than his ideal.

Marcos smiled with relief, turned around and patted Zeruo on the shoulder: "Don't be nervous, you don't need to sacrifice your life now."

"Faced with an enemy far stronger than oneself, only a fool would choose to brave alone, and that would only cost one's life in vain."

"You have to know that ideals will not favor a reckless man."

Ze Ruo said nothing, of course he knew what Marcos meant. Let alone facing the king directly, he himself could not defeat the five knights guarding his throne. The price of blindly using brute force would be to add a lonely grave to this land.

The gap between ideal and reality is the absolute gap in one's own strength.

"Not to mention you, even if it was anyone in Hallownest, or even if we brought together those five knights, there is no way they could be a match for that invader."

"Then what should we do?"

How to do?

Marcos had experienced this feeling of powerlessness before when he reviewed his memories. He really couldn't think of how to face a god.

Until he remembered a familiar figure he saw during his battle with the knights.

At that moment, he suddenly understood.

This method is not very clever and there are great risks in implementing it, but it is the only way that can give him hope now.

"Borrowing a knife to kill the god."

"Borrowing a knife... to kill the gods?"

Marcos spoke calmly, his eyes meeting Zerro's.

"I will release that chaotic and dark power to awaken another sleeping god!"