Hollow Knight: Hallownest

A person who has been in darkness for a long time must be delighted when he encounters light, but he will not be able to look directly at it because it is too sudden.

Mo Rong couldn't care less. He stared at the soybean-like light spot in the distance that was constantly growing bigger, fearing that it would slip away from his sight and plunge him into darkness again.

He quickened his pace, took hurried steps, and ran as fast as he could.

The sounds of riots in the distance became clearer and clearer, and the ground beneath my feet was no longer calm. It seemed to be shaking because of the war in the distance.

The amplitude of the shock was getting bigger and bigger, and it had almost become the main factor blocking Mo Rong's progress.

Finally, he stopped and his pupils suddenly contracted.

The light that was as big as a soybean before was now reflected in his eyes, enough to illuminate half the world, but what it brought was not warmth, but a biting coldness like falling into hell.

That light comes from radiance.

"Kill! Kill them, the world belongs to the shadows--!"

"Tear their flesh apart! Devour their souls! The world belongs to the shadows—!"

“Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill—!”

The obscure roar that was previously audible became clearly audible at this moment, and every sentence and every word contained murderous intent, as if one wanted to eat his flesh and gnaw his bones.

The sound waves were like a torrent, constantly pushing his stiff legs forward.

"How could it be...how could it be Radiance?!"

The memories of the war of gods emerged again. He clearly remembered that it was the White King who walked out safely, so how come the Radiance was still released?

Could it be that the result of that battle was a draw or a defeat? !

Mo Rong didn't notice his emotions at the moment.

Even though he had not felt any fear when facing the radiation before, this time, just watching from a distance, he was already overcome with horror and felt like retreating.

"Hey! What are you doing? Are you going to be a deserter?"

"Kill! Kill all the moths! Kill all the deserters, and all the bugs that don't submit to the shadow!!"

“Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill!!!”

Hearing the sound coming from behind, Mo Rong turned around and saw several black insects that were taller than knights. They were waving bone weapons and rushing towards him. They were full of murderous intent, as if they really regarded him as their target.

For some unknown reason, the threat from those insects really worked. Mo Rong's legs began to move forward uncontrollably, following the many giant insects passing by him and running forward. His body began to heat up.

He felt the call, a call so powerful that he could not refuse, a call that made him sacrifice his life.

The coldness he had just felt was dispelled in an instant. Mo Rong realized at this moment that the darkness around him was so warm that it made him indulge in it, while the light in the distance was like a sharp blade, constantly scratching his flesh.

Then, he could no longer suppress his inner excitement and frenzy, and roared:

"The world... the world belongs to the shadows--!!!"

“Kill, kill, kill—!!!”

The legions of light and darkness are like two tributaries rushing down, about to merge into the main trunk, constantly colliding and splashing.

The darkness became less deep and the light dimmed; the two intertwined and merged into a large area of ​​blood.

Mo Rong swung the bone nail with all his might. It was as if a red curtain was covering his eyes, and everything became blurry. His body was constantly driven by the murderous intent that surged in his heart. Even though he felt tired, he still swung the nail with all his might.

It was not until a light spike pierced through the body of the giant insect in front of him and rushed towards him with blood that he changed his mind.

Shadow Cloak!

Mo Rong muttered to himself and rushed straight towards the light nail.

puff-

A muffled sound was heard, blood splattered, and the light nail did not stop at all, flying behind him again with an unstoppable momentum, as if what had just happened was nothing new to it.

Mo Rong's pupils had already dilated and were gradually becoming blurred.

He staggered and slowly looked down, only to see a horrifying bloody hole the size of a fist on the left side of his body in the area of ​​his heart, with blood constantly oozing out.

thump!

"I...how am I hurt?"

Mo Rong fell to the ground weakly, his head tilted to the side, his eyes full of confusion.

As the 'red curtain' covering his eyelids gradually faded away and his vision became clear, he realized that countless pairs of eyes were staring at him.

Their postures were the same as his, with their chests pressed to the ground and their necks twisted, but they were also a little different from his.

They are all dead.

Those lifeless, empty eyes still tell of the unwillingness in life and the resentment at the moment of death.

Finally, there was a hint of fear and regret hidden deep in his eyes.

Pairs of insect legs continued to move forward one after another, trampling the corpses that Mo Rong was looking at, causing blood and flesh to fly everywhere, and turning them into a pool of mud.

He couldn't bear to look at it, so he turned his eyes away and raised his head with the last bit of strength he had.

He wanted to see who killed him before he died.

The light spikes were still shuttling back and forth, as if they were entering an insect-free environment, and like the god of death's scythe, they were constantly reaping the lives of the black insects.

Until it was suddenly grabbed by a claw, and with a little force, it was crushed into powder and disappeared.

The body of the insect was not particularly large, but its three pairs of appendages were unusually strong. There was a layer of extremely hard gray armor on its back. It looked ordinary, and its expression could not be seen under the double-hole mask. One could only see wisps of black air vaguely lingering around its body.

Pure and rich.

"Marcos, your opponent is me!"

A roar like spring thunder spread from the insect swarm, and then the big insect rushed out from it and attacked upwards.

In an instant, multiple light spikes attacked again, but after touching him, they melted into his body, and the next moment they appeared from behind him and passed through.

Looking at the big beast again at this time, the black air around him was gone, and he had already turned completely black. Only his pupils reflecting light could be seen occasionally.

"General! It's the general! The general is killing them!"

"General, charge at the front. We can't let the queen mother fall behind! Charge!"

“Kill, kill, kill! With the general in the army, how can they be our opponent? Kill, kill, kill, kill—!”

"The world belongs to the shadows--!!"

The appearance of the big insect made the black insect army, whose offensive had eased somewhat, become agitated again. They rushed forward with great momentum, and from afar, the dark tributary even deflected the light for a time.

"Marcos, Marcos, I should have thought it was Marcos."

"After all, apart from him, who else can be so adept on the battlefield..."

Mo Rong looked at the two figures fighting in the sky. Apart from Marcos, he also recognized the other one.

That figure, except for the boned limbs, was almost identical to the giant worm leaning against the stone wall holding the black spring in the abyss.

His eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and Mo Rong no longer had the energy to think. His gaze dropped and rested on the pool of blood beneath him.

In the light, he could see his own reflection clearly.

That's not him.