Hollow Knight: Hallownest

Mo Rong suppressed his inner shock and listened to everything Elder Chong said. His life was a reflection of these hundred years. He was miserable in his childhood and had no one to rely on in his later years.

The culprit of everything is no longer the Radiance that spreads confusion in the game, but the Lord of the Void who gathers all the will of the Void.

"That's all I know, and I've told you without hiding anything."

Elder Chong's eyes were a little moist, and it was not known whether it was because he was sad when recalling his life. After hearing this, Mo Rong sighed, took out Geo and pushed it to Elder Chong without saying anything, although he did not know whether these were still useful now.

"Thank you for letting me know. Take care."

After walking out of Elder Chong's house, he felt dazed and a little dizzy.

When he first woke up at the top of the Watcher's Spire and realized the differences, he just wanted to explore this different world. However, he ended up today by accident and is facing a situation almost the same as in the game.

Did he transform from a tourist to the protagonist?

Mo Rong stood in front of the door of the house and did not move for a long time, just as he was confused when he was in front of Lu Ruien's telescope.

"What are you doing here? Aren't you going to leave?"

Marcos walked up to him and spoke in confusion.

"Let's go, let's go..."

Mo Rong came back to his senses, took in the desolation of Dirtmouth, and took a deep breath to calm himself.

Since this place has changed its appearance, the City of Tears may be even more affected by the Void. As for how to deal with it, he still has no idea.

Marcos followed his steps hurriedly until the azure blue water appeared before his eyes.

Judging from Mo Rong's posture, he is going to cross the Blue Lake to where the Moth Clan is.

"What are you doing in my tribe?"

A pink light burst out, and he hurriedly increased his flying speed, trying not to lag behind Mo Rong.

"Go see if there is any way to make your god recover quickly. I am counting on her advice."

Although the outcome of the ancient battle seemed to be evenly matched, as an old rival of the Void God, Radiance must know Him much more than he did, and probably has a set of methods to deal with Him. Rather than rushing in blindly, he still felt that it was safer to understand the opponent first and then formulate a strategy and implement it.

Who knows, I might be able to get some help from Radiance. After all, helping myself is also helping her.

Marcos hesitated and finally did not speak.

After listening to Elder Insect's words, he also wanted to see what the moth tribe looked like today.

Even in prosperous times, the resting place was a cemetery and rarely had insects coming. In addition, the style here was simple. When Mo Rong and Marcos first stepped into here, they did not find anything out of place. If they had to say something, the former did not see the figure sitting in front of the gate of the Soul Swamp in his memory.

"Thistle Wind..."

Mo Rong stood in front of the door of the swamp, staring at the thick layer of dust on the ground in a daze.

Marcos' expression remained unchanged, but he felt a little emotional inside.

People with different ideals cannot work together. Although he and Ji Feng had separated long ago, they once had some common memories and could be considered old friends. But now that they are separated by death, he is also a little moved.

"Ji Feng was also blessed by our king, but he gave up later. This was his own choice, so I think it was a happy ending with no regrets."

"Well, Brother Jifeng helped me a lot, but it's a pity that I didn't see him for the last time."

"Not necessarily. If you want to see him, you might have a chance in my clan's shrine."

Mo Rong thought about it carefully and it made sense, but he didn't plan to enter the Soul Swamp now. Instead, he turned around and walked towards another door -

That was the house where the Prophet was.

He knocked for a long time, but heard no other response except the echo in the house.

"Not here?"

boom--!

Compared to Mo Rong's politeness, Marcos was not so polite and immediately kicked the door open.

To be precise, the wooden door was kicked directly away. It seemed that it was too old to withstand a little greater force, and it then kicked up a mist of flying ash towards them.

There may be no trace of the arrival of insects here.

Mo Rong's heart skipped a beat and he hurried into the house.

"Prophet, are you there?"

The room was dark, but the messy furnishings could be roughly seen, as if there had been a fight. Not only were the cushions torn apart, but even the dream ring hanging above the room was pulled down and lay everywhere in a disorderly manner.

"She's not here. There's no trace of the Moth Clan here."

Marcos seemed to realize something, and immediately flashed into the soul pool, his pupils suddenly shrinking.

I didn't look carefully at the door just now, but I didn't know that the tombstones here had been knocked down at some point, and the tributes and rubble were mixed together, just like the situation inside the prophet's house.

Mo Rong followed him a step slower. Even if he was stupid, he would not believe that this was the current situation caused by the passage of time.

"That...damn filth!"

Marcos's murderous intent suddenly surged, and his momentum was no less than when he was on the top of the mountain, ready to fight to the death with Mo Rong.

The Moth Clan was born under the light, and their status in Marcos' heart is second only to the Radiance. His rage was completely within Mo Rong's expectations.

"If these tombstones are destroyed, the remaining souls in the cemetery..."

Mo Rong walked to some broken tombstones and could no longer sense any soul breath.

As expected...the soul needs a carrier to store, and the destruction of the stone tablet means that a dead insect has truly left this world.

Marcos suppressed his anger and flew straight into the depths, rushing directly into a flowing water curtain. He heaved a sigh of relief only after seeing several moth stone statues still standing intact, hiding his anger in his heart.

"It is a blessing in disguise that the shrines of believers are still intact."

Mo Rong walked up to him and looked up at the shrines with some curiosity in his eyes.

It's not like he had never been to this shrine before, but the game only contained messages from supporters and some bugs without images, so he had no idea what was stored inside the shrine.

"I can't help you with your problem, but maybe the prophets of the past can give you some advice. Let's go."

Mo Rong and Marcos summoned the Dream Nail together and chopped it towards the stone statue. The dream particles instantly swallowed them up and disappeared on the spot.

When the scenery in front of him gradually became clear, Mo Rong realized that this place was not like the one in the game. Although there were dream rings appearing and disappearing from time to time, this place was full of golden light, and countless wandering souls were walking in the air as if they were walking on flat ground, chatting and laughing.

However, their appearance... or to be more precise, Mo Rong's appearance made all the moths here freeze in place, and then they all knelt down at the same time and worshiped him.

Behind Mo Rong was a radiant shadow.