Hollow Knight: Hallownest

The residence of the gods, in front of the gate of the second Pantheon.

Mo Rong, who was lying on the ground, woke up slowly and climbed up from the ground. There was obvious fear in his eyes.

Judging from the current situation, the result of the battle against Strong is self-evident.

The game ended with only two attacks, one with the scythe and one with Strong's body.

Poor myself, I eventually turned into Mo Rong and disappeared in the battlefield.

Even though he had great stamina, he couldn't stand the constant consumption. You know, the boss here didn't have a mana bar or stamina bar. If nothing unexpected happened, Strong could play with him for a whole day.

As for the Mask of Compassion, it was naturally not triggered.

With the previous understanding of the mechanism, Mo Rong already had a rough idea of ​​the probability of it being triggered.

Compared to a similar amulet in the game - Worry-Free Melody, its function is that the more times it is hit, the higher the probability of dodging.

The mechanism of the Amulet of Compassion is different. Its dodge probability is most likely a relatively low fixed value, and there is no strong connection between each trigger. It is a pure "gamble" amulet.

So, he lost the bet.

"Gamblers deserve to die..."

Mo Rong slapped himself, his back looking a little dejected, and he looked up at the Pantheon with a complicated expression.

Unexpectedly, he never expected it.

He thought that everything would go smoothly, and that he would only have to spend some time on the journey to the God's Residence with Marcos, the Senior, and the Radiance. However, he failed at the second level. He was embarrassed to say that he was a player who had completed all the levels.

Or, let’s just forget it?

Mo Rong stood up angrily, walked to the third Pantheon, and raised his hand.

"We can't waste all our time on this pantheon. Maybe if we open a few more, we'll get some different inspirations."

With this thought in mind, he put his hand into the keyhole again, but unfortunately the result this time was not like before, the lock was still firmly fixed on the door, without any sign of falling off.

Mo Rong pulled his hand back, and inserted it a few more times in disbelief, and even tried a few doors at the back, but unfortunately the result did not change at all.

"It's over. I can't skip levels, so I have to force my way in?"

He walked back to the second door, sighed, and laughed helplessly.

What are you thinking about? This is not a must to complete the game without taking any damage just to find materials for video editing. Besides, isn’t repeated challenge a way to make progress even if you fail?

How can you be afraid of death when playing a soul-like game?

Thinking of this, Mo Rong regained his composure and reached out for the already closed door of the Pantheon. Golden light dissipated and enveloped him inside.

Retracing the path he came from, the previous bosses could not pose much threat to Mo Rong. If he had to say, it was only Galian and Opolupo who took more time.

Although he was mentally prepared, he always subconsciously controlled himself to try not to hurt any boss, so it was not Mo Rong's fault.

After all, as a terrifying upright ape, its subconscious reaction when dealing with every dangerous situation is to remain unharmed. This has become an instinct engraved in its genes.

With the end of Garo, Mo Rong's heart began to lift again, and he looked nervously at the figure slowly descending from the sky.

The look was still full of disdain and arrogance, and now looking at it again, it seemed even more arrogant.

"Damn, am I traumatized by this?"

Mo Rong laughed at himself, then his expression became serious, and there was a bit more confidence in his eyes when he looked at Strong.

This is the benefit of death-rebirth and other SL-like methods. If you know you are no match for the boss in the first round, you can adjust your strategy in time and make different decisions in the second round.

For example, now, part of Mo Rong's confidence comes from this, and the other part comes from the summary of experience.

His body was no longer as dry as last time, but instead was filled with soul energy.

In the battle with Opolpo and Garo, he tried to reduce the number of spells he used and extracted as much soul energy from them as possible, so that at this time, he was able to use three Abyss Screams.

Although the number is still small, these two extra shots may play a decisive role in the battle.

In short, Mo Rong felt that his winning rate had increased by at least 30% this time!

The battle started again. Even though he had sufficient spell reserves, he did not use them all at the first time. Instead, he still used the bone nails as the main output and tried his best to find a way to injure Strong.

This is particularly important because as the final boss of the level, Strong's health cannot be reduced by just three Abyss Screams.

After all, when he first faced Oboropo, he cast more spells than this number.

"It would be great if I had Sharp Shadow. In that case, I could at least use Black Charge to grind this guy to death."

Mo Rong couldn't help but mutter after repeatedly using Black Dash to pierce through Strong's body and move behind him to find an angle to attack his flesh, but failed repeatedly.

The damage caused by the bone nails was minimal, but it was not completely ineffective.

After being hit more than ten times, Strong's claws were now covered with marks, and some places had slight cracks.

If this continues, a few dozen more nails should be able to break the defense...

Thinking of this, Mo Rong felt that his defense was a little broken.

Not to mention the dozens of nails he would chop, just the one he just chopped made Strong's expression change again.

Just like before, anger rose in his eyes and he curled up his body and was about to rush towards Mo Rong.

Seeing this, Mo Rong didn't care about anything else and just unleashed the Abyss Scream all at once to prevent himself from not being able to use it later.

The spells hit Strong's body, making a series of dull sounds. His movements were a little slow, but that was just slow.

After a few breaths, the scene changed back to what it was before - three balls chasing a person who wished he could become a ball too.

It's so embarrassing.

Mo Rong found that it was too easy for Strong to enter the second stage. He hadn't even broken through his defense yet, so how come he broke through it on his own?

The good news is that the enemy has poor psychological quality and is impulsive and irritable.

The bad news is that the enemy has poor psychological quality and strong strength.

The giant sickle and the meat ball fell to the ground again and again, destroying the battlefield into a mess. Mo Rong ran for his life, looking for opportunities to chop Strong with bone nails while running.

Finally, two wails were heard not long after each other, and a pool of black liquid appeared on the pit-filled ground.

There was also a mask floating above, with its empty pupils filled with unwillingness.

There is a sense of resentment.