Hollow Knight: Hallownest

Magnus Strong looked at Mo Rong with hostility in the distance, and without hesitation, he swung his hands towards him. The scythe understood his intention and smashed towards the latter.

Before the attack came close, Mo Rong could feel the air around him being oppressed by that aura, and even his own body felt squeezed, with his limbs becoming slightly stiff.

Only when the real battle began did he realize that he had underestimated Strong.

The huge sickles fell one by one, hitting the place where he had just stood accurately. The terrifying force was so powerful that even the ground could not help but tremble while creating a dent.

Looking back at the deep pit behind him, Mo Rong couldn't help but swallow his saliva and silently put away the mask of compassion.

He had originally planned to use the same tactics he had used against Opolpo to defeat the boss this time by trading injuries for injuries, but with this boss's power, he was afraid that he would die in three hits.

Be honest.

After replacing all the amulets and marks of pride that could increase soul gains, Mo Rong ran along the edge of the battlefield again.

According to the current situation, he couldn't think of any tactics for the time being, so he could only deal with Strong as he did with Galion, trying to accumulate soul energy from the latter while avoiding the scythe and strive to kill him with his roar.

Of course, the consequence of doing so would most likely be the same as what happened to Galion, where he would have to wait until later to accumulate enough spells, but the light buff in Strong's body would probably not give him the same opportunity again, so he couldn't delay for long.

While the giant sickle rebounded and had not yet locked onto him, Mo Rong ran to under Strong. As he jumped up, he used bone nails to attack, and whirlwind chops poured down on the latter's body in circles, making a teeth-grinding friction sound.

"It feels wrong."

There was a slight pause in his movements, and Mo Rong looked forward with his pupils trembling.

At this time, Strong had already raised his huge crab-like claws in front of himself. There were scratches on them. It was not difficult to see that the previous attack was completely blocked.

After seeing this scene, Mo Rong's heart sank.

You know, even after the buff, Galian did not take any active defensive action, the most he could do was fly up to avoid his attacks, but this Strong not only had everything the former could do, he could even control the scythe while distracting himself to resist his attacks.

After careful experience, I found that the soul energy absorbed into the body was indeed much less. The attacks were absorbed by the armor, and it was the same as not hitting at all.

Attack and defense in one, how the hell do you play this? !

Strong's eyes were still filled with arrogance and disdain, and he even chuckled after being hit by Mo Rong just now.

This made the latter feel greatly insulted.

"What is this? Am I being laughed at by the robot?"

Strong's reaction made Mo Rong furious. He swore that he did not fight back after hearing the ridicule, not because he was afraid of the giant sickles flying at him from behind.

The fierce gust of wind blew across his face, leaving shallow dents on his mask. Perhaps because he had to control two giant sickles, Strong's locking attack frequency was slower than Galien's, giving him a few more seconds to breathe after each round.

Looking at Strong who seemed to be relaxed as an outsider, Mo Rong stepped forward and chopped him a few more times. After trying it out, he was completely sure that his attack could only cause displacement while he was able to defend, but could not cause effective damage.

At the moment, it seems that there is no other way except to yell.

"Then just yell, don't think too much about it!"

After dodging the attack, Mo Rong moved again to under Strong, and the gushing Abyss Scream did not disappoint him.

After that shout, the emotions in Strong's eyes seemed to be shaken away, and became much clearer.

But he reacted quickly. After realizing that he was injured, the lazy aura around him suddenly turned into murderous aura. He looked down at Mo Rong with eyes full of anger, as if saying -

"How dare you, an ant, hurt me?!"

Being stared at by this gaze, Mo Rong's heartbeat, which had just calmed down, began to speed up again.

I'm not a buddy. I just hit you. Is it necessary for you to look at me like that?

An uneasy feeling came over me, and it wasn't groundless.

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing? It's okay to just spin those two weapons..."

Mo Rong stepped back in a hurry, muttering to himself, feeling somewhat at a loss. After a few breaths, he started running wildly.

"Why are you spinning too?!!!"

What made Mo Rong so panicked was just what he said.

Injured after sustaining an attack, Strong clenched his claws, curled up his body and hugged his abdomen, and together with his armor, he turned into a red and gray flesh ball. With an unknown force, he suddenly turned around and fell towards Mo Rong like flying.

Looking at the ball shadow that was getting bigger and bigger in front of his eyes, Mo Rong cursed inwardly and rolled to the side in embarrassment. After dodging Strong's attack on his testicles, he did not dare to relax. He got up and activated the shadow cloak to avoid the giant sickle that was biting him.

He is a bit busy now.

From the Godseeker's perspective, the current scene is like three balls chasing a small black bug and crushing it. If the latter is not careful, the battle will end.

But if Mo Rong looked at this scene, he would definitely not be unfamiliar with it, he could even say that he was very familiar with it!

It's not because Strong is like the ProMax version of Galion, but because of the way the attack is now, with several balls chasing after you...

Shouldn't this be a scene that only happens when encountering Orgrim? How come I'm encountering it now?!

What Pantheon advance on-demand?!

The protagonist of the game, the little knight, can use his unpredictable strength to knock the ball-like Orgrim upwards like a balloon when facing the ball attack of Orgrim, which is several times his size. Under the attacks of multiple dung balls and Orgrim, he still has room to turn slowly, and even becomes relaxed in subsequent battles.

But he doesn't seem to have this ability.

When this thought just came to his mind, Mo Rong tried to use the bone nail to hit Strong who was rushing towards him. Wow, it couldn't be said to be easy, but it could be called a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

If he hadn't held a handful of Black Chong just in case, he would have turned into Mo Rong by now.

So now, who can tell him what to do?

As time dragged on, Mo Rong became more and more anxious. If his strength and speed were increased further, what else could he do?

He could imagine the scene, which could be simply described as the Taishan meteorite crash being upgraded to Mars hitting the Earth.

No, it should be Mars hitting the Earth.

At this point, Mo Rong had no choice but to look again at the amulet in his arms, which was still warm and he took a deep breath.

Well then, let’s start gambling!