Hollow Knight: Hallownest

"Submit your will to the altar?"

This sentence was a bit mysterious, and Mo Rong didn't quite understand it, so he asked, "Does it mean that I have to enter this Pantheon?"

He pointed at the black ball of light with a suspicious expression.

At this moment, the eyes of Xunshen Zhusi fluctuated slightly and he nodded mechanically.

Seeing this, he hesitated for a moment before speaking: "Skip directly over the many pantheons below and enter the altar. Are you sure there won't be any problems?"

Xunshen Zhusi did not give a direct answer, but just stared at him and said woodenly: "Just give your will to the altar."

The cold tone was very different from the response not long ago, which made Mo Rong slightly stunned.

How come this Godseeker changes his attitude faster than turning the pages of a book?

Mo Rong did not deliberately observe her changes. He just let it go if her tone was just a little bit off. After all, the God Seeker had a bad impression of him to begin with, so it was good enough that he could get a response now.

Looking at the two altars behind Xunshen Zhusi, he subconsciously walked to the front of the black light, and then turned to look at Xunshen Zhusi.

"Is this the one?"

Xunshen Zhusi's head was hanging down and moving slightly, making it impossible to see her expression.

Seeing her nod, Mo Rong retracted his gaze and looked again at the ball of light that was overflowing with black mist and particles. He took a deep breath and slowly raised his arms and placed them on it.

The moment his palm touched the ball of light, he felt an extremely strong suction force suddenly burst out from the ball of light, as if countless tentacles stretched out and wrapped around his body, constantly dragging him into the deep darkness. The force was so great that he had no strength to resist.

The strange thing is that the pair of legs in sight did not move at all, and even the body stood still without moving, as if the suction was not directed at the body.

Gradually, his own legs, torso, neck, and even -

skull.

Mo Rong then realized that his soul was still lingering in front of the altar. Was it his own...will?

It should be called will, just like the soul of the soul, being pulled into this ball of black light.

"No wonder, no wonder the God Seeker said 'surrender your will to the altar'."

His body gradually disappeared from his sight and his consciousness began to blur.

This feeling was not unfamiliar, nor did he find it strange, because he had often experienced it when he challenged the three pantheons before.

Mo Rong looked at himself, and looked at himself...darkness gradually enveloped his vision.

Perhaps it was the first time he encountered such a scene, which made him feel a little confused while experiencing novelty.

Why did he feel like he looked a little... strange at this moment?

In front of the offering table.

Mo Rong stood quietly like a sculpture, maintaining the same posture he was in before he lost consciousness.

The god-seekers in the audience were crawling on the ground, trembling, and cautiously raised their heads, only to quickly retract their gazes when they came into contact with the desert above, as if frightened, and trembled even more violently.

They didn't understand why this happened. There was obviously no sign, but Xunshen Zhusi suddenly lost herself in this situation. The sea of ​​​​spirituality that belonged to her turned from golden to dark in an instant, and there was a tendency to spread to the surroundings.

As they were also part of the spiritual sea, after feeling that aura, an inexplicable frenzy gradually filled their hearts. Fortunately, the spiritual sea was vast, and the negative impact of the black water was distributed to every god-seeker, which prevented the situation from becoming chaotic right away.

But if there is no way to stop it, the black water will eventually erode the entire spiritual sea, and they will disappear along with it.

"God...save...save us..."

Prayers filled with fear echoed in front of the altar, and the 'God Seeker' looked at them as if they were nothing.

After a few breaths, Mo Rong, who was standing in front of the ball of light, suddenly dimmed his eyes, his arms fell limply, and his steps staggered, seemingly about to repeat the fall not long ago.

At this moment, the 'God Seeker' suddenly raised his head, and the brilliance that had suddenly surged in his pupils suddenly dissipated, and suddenly wilted. The God Seekers below the stage also seemed to have discovered some changes, their expressions of fear froze, and their trembling bodies stopped.

thump.

'Mo Rong' stepped apart, took one leg back to steady his shaking body, and slowly raised his head.

In an instant, two black beams of light suddenly shot out from his pupils towards the sky of the God's Abode, creating two large holes in the overlapping thick clouds.

The energy contained in that beam of light was violent, chaotic, and primitive. It seemed to carry the vicissitudes of time, but one could also feel great joy in it.

Soon, the size of the light column gradually shrank, turning into strands of light that were all retracted into Mo Rong's pupils.

Gollum—

Xunshen Zhusi had already come back to her senses by then, feeling the energy rushing straight into the sky and exploding behind her. Even though her body still had strength left, it was completely out of her control. She was unable to turn around and could only freeze in place.

This was a kind of pressure from the level of life, the grandeur of the heavens over mayflies. She could not feel any other emotion except to pay homage.

She kept swallowing her saliva until the power behind her gradually weakened and her breath almost disappeared. Only then did she dare to relax her tense body.

"I...what should I say..."

Too fast, too fast.

She had never thought that she would be able to face a god so soon after waking up. The joy of seeing the god descended was immediately overwhelmed by a greater surprise, making her unable to organize her words for a moment, not knowing what to say to please this god.

No, we can't keep the Lord God waiting for too long. We should at least greet him first.

Bang...bang...bang——

Xunshen Zhusi's body tensed up again, her heart almost jumping out of her throat. She turned her head expectantly and looked towards the altar. Her mood was like a roller coaster, ups and downs, and she was stunned for a moment.

She hurriedly turned her head and looked around, then stood up and looked around, but she couldn't find Mo Rong.

No, what about the God I long for day and night?

......

White Palace, Martial Arts Training Ground.

Revik held the bone nail in his hand and struck the stake again and again. His swing was smooth, the nail marks penetrated deep into the wood, and the force was quite strong. His skills had improved visibly.

She waved alone for a long time, but her attention sometimes wandered to a figure pacing not far away.

During this period of time, Ida always became distracted like that. She had asked him about it before, but didn't get an accurate answer. Seeing him like this again today, she had to find out no matter what.

"Ida, what happened?"

Ida held a white stone in his hand with a frown on his face. When he saw Revik coming to him, he sighed and stopped hiding it.

"It's about my buddy. He asked me to do something before he left, but now I can't contact him."

"Can't get in touch?" Revick lowered his gaze and pointed at his palm: "Is it not possible to use the white stone?"

Ida shook her head, full of doubts.

He had been a guard for so long and had never heard of Bai Shi losing contact. When he was in the Colosseum and his master was near the abyss, he could contact him. Why was he unable to do so now?

"Where's the location? Should we go out of the palace and look for it?"

Revik held his palm and calmed his anxious mood.

"It's not working either. The white stone I gave him seems to be blocked by some force. How can I..."

Before he could finish his words, the dull white stone in Ida's hand suddenly flashed. Seeing this, he quickly raised it up to receive the message.

"Look, I'm replying to you now. Maybe your elder brother forgot something."

Revik looked at Shiraishi with a smile on his face, and just as he raised his head, he noticed Ida's frozen expression.

The heaviness in his eyes deepened.

"what happened?"

Revick gently pushed Ida, who held Shiraishi's hand so tightly that veins popped out.

"That piece of white stone is gone."

"No...no more?" Rivik looked a little surprised.

"Yes, it's gone. I can no longer sense that piece of white stone."

Ida put away the stone and resolutely ran out of the palace. Seeing that Revik wanted to catch up, he immediately pressed her down without saying a word and did not even try to get the other bone nail.

"Don't go, wait here for me to come back."

"Can......"

Before Revik could finish her words, Ida's figure turned into a white line and ran straight towards the exit of the palace, and her back disappeared from her sight in an instant.

As a result, the nail marks on the wooden stake in the martial arts training ground became a little deeper.