Hollow Knight: Hallownest

"But you won't die, as long as you agree to my conditions."

When Murong first heard that King Bai was going to sentence him to death, he was slightly panicked, thinking that he had really found some substantial evidence.

But when the second half of the sentence reached his ears, he knew that he had won the game.

"I am also afraid of death, but I will admit what I have done. Tell me, what are the conditions?"

"Are you afraid of death?...Take this. From now on, Hallownest will no longer have you as a person. You should understand what I mean."

King Bai took out a brand new mask and handed it to Mo Rong. This was nothing new. After all, since the riots during the trials subsided, almost everyone only showed up with masks.

"This is the only condition?"

Mo Rong took the mask from King Bai's hand and looked at it. It was no different from the mask King Bai gave him before, except that the shape had changed, but he still kept it in mind.

In fact, there is no need for him to wear a mask. Considering the properties of void matter, it is not easy for the radiation plague to infect him.

"You are thinking of beauty. The price of Soul Master's death can be repaid by more than just wearing this mask."

"So you still have to take the punishment."

"I will use my means to exile you to the abyss, where you will suffer from the silent darkness. This is my second condition."

After hearing this, Mo Rong's expression became less relaxed. King Bai's face, hidden in the shadows, became mysterious again in his imagination.

It is impossible for the White King to forget that his body is made of void matter and exile him to the abyss. What is the difference between this and putting a mouse in a pile of rice?

"What kind of medicine do you want to sell in that gourd? Is it possible that I have to stay down there for the rest of my life?"

Mo Rong could only think of this possibility. The price of avoiding death might be that King Bai wanted to imprison him in the dark abyss forever. In that case, he would be equivalent to being sentenced to death.

"Don't worry, after leaving you there, you can decide for yourself whether to stay or go."

"Don't doubt that I want to do you harm. Listening to what you said before, you must have kept the container plan a secret for a while. Just think of it as my thanks to you."

"Of course I also hope that from now on, you will never remember that thing."

After King Bai said that, he walked out of the cell. The white light that had just entered was covered by the heavy cell door, and everything became silent again. Only the dazed Mo Rong was left staring at the floor, not knowing what he was thinking.

......

"My lord, the sentry stationed at Dirtmouth has received an urgent report that there is chaos there, requesting support!"

The butler rode the elevator and looked up impatiently, hoping to go faster. Finally when it stopped, he ran to Lurian who was handling official duties and shouted in a low voice.

At this time, Lu Ruien, who was sitting at the table, could not relax his brows for a long time. He did not expect that the order he issued would bring such a ridiculous chaos to the City of Tears. If it were not for the residents who cried out for injustice, At the bottom of his tower, the cells in the City of Tears are probably extremely crowded at this time.

"Has the news been screened for authenticity? If you are like those selfish sentries again, don't notify me!"

Although several ministers stationed in the City of Tears are carrying out their orders seriously, few people are aware of the power of the God of Light. Therefore, those who are caught randomly by the sentries almost always do it themselves, and every time Each time he came back empty-handed, which made him really bored.

After punishing dozens of sentries, the situation eased a lot, but the daily workload was still huge.

As soon as Lurian's question came out, the housekeeper couldn't make up his mind for a while, and he hesitated: "I saw the look of the sentry who came to report was frightened and anxious. It didn't seem like he was delivering false news, and Ditmouth is far away from the main city. There is also a close distance..."

The butler's meaning was very clear. Lurian pondered for a while and nodded.

"What you say makes sense, then quickly arrange for three teams of sentries to go to Dirtmouth for support."

"As ordered!"

"Wait a minute! Send a few reconnaissance sentries over first to take a look. We need to go back and forth as quickly as possible. Come back and tell me what the current situation is in Ditmouth."

"Yes!"

......

In the small town of Ditmouth, Mato looked at the residents who were fleeing in panic, tightened the bone nails in his hands, and followed Sly's example of knocking out the other frantic residents one by one, and kept running around faster and faster. He hadn't rested in the morning, and Mato's physical strength was already a little exhausted.

"Huh...huh...hey, what on earth is going on..."

Mato held up his knees, feeling exhausted. The friendly residents he had seen in the past had changed their appearance. They were said to be covered by masks, but the violent aura on their bodies was not covered up at all.

"...surrender to the light!..."

A majestic voice suddenly sounded from Mato's heart, startling him.

"Who! Who is talking?!"

"...Follow your instinct!..."

Mato turned his head and looked around, and after a while he realized that the voice only existed in his mind, like a furry palm soothing his tired mind. After a while, Mato felt sleepy. He just wanted to fall asleep where he was, and a little orange light began to cling to his eyes.

"Mato, if you want to learn bone nailing skills well, you must stick to your mind. Remember..."

"Keep your mind strong!"

Mato felt that he had already had a dream before he fell asleep. In the dream, the master was still waving the huge bone nail, and he was chopping something. The orange light in his eyes seemed to be struck by something. The thing was chopped into particles of light, steaming, and disappeared without a trace after a while.

The feeling of fatigue came again, but it was not like before. Only then did Mato realize that if he really fell asleep, he would probably be dominated by the inexplicable power that the master said.

Looking at the bone nail in his hand, Mato suddenly broke into a cold sweat. Fortunately, it was okay, otherwise he would not have dared to imagine what crazy actions he would do after being dominated.

He had not slept for two days and two nights. Although Auro also joined the investigation later, it was still too difficult for the three of them to keep an eye on the entire town all the time. At this moment, something appeared in the sky. Suddenly there was a buzzing sound. Mato raised his eyes and saw that the man in the suit must be a sentry in the main city.

"Hey! Here!"

The flying sentries holding spears looked nervous. Although they rarely came to Dirtmouth, the atmosphere here has always been very harmonious, unlike now where fainting residents are spread out everywhere. The news must be true. They didn't want to stay any longer and just wanted to return to the main city to report.

Hearing Mato's call, several people paused and looked at each other in surprise. They did not expect that there were still residents here who had not lost their minds.

Just when they were about to go down to communicate with Mato, a sentry with his mouth soaked in blood suddenly climbed up from the elevator shaft not far away. He used his last strength to speak.

"Quick...quickly call for the Lord Watcher!"