Hollow Knight: Hallownest

Regarding this foreign visitor, King Bai's doubts never disappeared.

"You are talking nonsense, what can you do to make me believe you?"

Let’s not talk about whether Green himself has this strength. There are tens of thousands of infected people in Hallownest alone, and he still doesn’t even have a clue about the investigation work he arranged. How can he believe that Green alone can defeat the God of Light? Find it out?

"If you can only talk about the situation, then I still advise you to leave here as soon as possible. I don't think you want to bear my anger."

Green just stood there and listened quietly without making any excuses. After King Bai had finished speaking, he didn't know what kind of medicine was being sold in the gourd when he saw him like this.

Boom--boom! ——Boom! ——

Just when Bai Wang was a little impatient and was about to take action again, a muffled sound suddenly came from his ears, from slow to fast, from vague to clear.

That wasn't the drum beat when he came in, that was the beating sound.

The beating of the heart.

The scarlet red all over Green's body became more solid and vivid, as if it would burn in the next moment. His eyes were flashing with the beating of his heart at this time. At this time, he finally spoke.

"Dear Mr. Worm, I don't think you would mind if we changed the place to talk, would you?"

There was a little surprise in Bai Wang's eyes. He was surprised that the loud heartbeat that echoed in his ears actually came from Green's body. What made him confused was the power in Green's body.

Like, so similar.

"Come on, let me see what you're capable of."

"my pleasure."

With a loud bang, Green's body exploded, and red mist spread all over the sky and enveloped the entire stage. The audience in the stands, the surrounding burning flame pillars and chandeliers, and the entire tent were all there. At this moment, it was hidden by the red mist.

Branches as thick as forearms broke out of the ground, rising up from the ground, climbing crazily towards the surroundings and growing. After a while, they slowly stopped. The red mist gradually dissipated, and the eyes of King Bai gradually began to grow. Clear.

A huge red heart hung above his head. It was no exaggeration to say that the size of this heart alone was comparable to that of an ancient giant insect. It was really hard for him to imagine what kind of owner this heart would be. appearance.

But there was something strange about Bai Wang. This heart looked very old.

Not only this heart, but also the surrounding environment. The first impression that this weird space gave him was old.

Why do you say that?

King Bai frowned. He really didn't understand why everything here seemed to be patched up, including the ground, decorations, and the heart.

Compared with the space of the God of Light, it is really a bit shabby.

"Mr. Worm, how are you? Do you feel the power of our Lord?"

There was a lot of obsession in Green's eyes, and that beating heart was everything to him.

The White King nodded. No wonder Green dared to tell him that he could bring out the God of Light. It turned out that their powers had the same origin, and they both came from dreams.

"What are you going to do?"

Although the types of power are similar, King Bai feels that there is no comparison between the two in terms of intensity. As the ancient god in this land, the God of Light is not something that an alien god can threaten casually even if it has not yet returned to its full glory. It was not easy for her to come out.

Green clapped his hands, and several scarlet lanterns suddenly lit up.

"Kind of nightmares, go! Go and spread the fire of nightmares on this land!"

The darkness hidden behind the heart was dispersed by the light, and pairs of scarlet pupils appeared in front of the White King. They held torches and disappeared into the space in the blink of an eye.

"Mr. Worm, your people may have to suffer a lot more injustice."

King Bai frowned and his tone was a little cold.

"What do you mean?"

"Don't get me wrong, if you want to lure that person out, you have to pay some price, just like you didn't welcome us at the beginning."

"I believe that the attitude shown by that one will be stronger than yours before."

......

The days in the deep nest are boring.

Hera sat on the stone chair, looking at the silk threads all over the nest in trance. This thought had been constantly appearing in her mind since she sent the child away.

She could obviously continue to research spells or develop silk threads as usual, but she didn't want to, she felt a little boring.

That little figure danced around in her mind day and night, making her really unable to calm down.

She knew she should let go, even forget, but she couldn't.

After all, she is her daughter.

Da da da......

Several little weavers climbed quickly on the stone wall, and soon they came to the door of the lair and stopped near the weavers.

The weaver guarding the door leaned down, held the little weaver up to his ear, and listened quietly.

"What? The princess is back?!"

The weaver's eyes were full of surprise, but she did not report it to Hera immediately after hearing this. Instead, she held up several other little weavers and listened. As expected, the news they brought was the same.

So the weaver could no longer suppress his excitement, hurriedly walked to Hera's side and called softly:

"Queen, Queen!"

Hera, who was immersed in memories, was suddenly interrupted. Her mind was still a little confused and she said blankly:

"What happened?"

"Queen, there was news from the little weavers who were patrolling outside just now, little...little..."

The weaver's momentary excitement caused her to pause for a long time in the second half of her sentence.

"The little princess is back!"

"Little princess? Is there anyone named little princess in our lair?"

Hera's brows wrinkled, and she really looked like she was thinking seriously, which actually made the weaver who sent the message a little bit unable to help but laugh.

"Queen, the little princess is your daughter!"

"My daughter...oh...it turns out to be my daughter..."

"What?! My daughter?!"

Hera stood up suddenly, her body moved much closer to the weaver, and her voice trembled uncontrollably.

"Really? Where is she?"

"The little weaver said that the little princess is not far outside the nest!"

After the weaver said that, Hera calmed down her excitement, raised her legs and walked out of the nest. If it weren't for maintaining the image of the queen, she would have wanted to use all her limbs to run out.

On the other side, Bumblebee followed the little weavers climbing on the stone wall in front of her. She knew where the nest was located, and she knew that these little weavers knew better than she did.

Not long after, Bumblebee saw them all stop, turn to look at her, and then disappear into the surrounding darkness.

"It should be right in front."

Mo Rong came forward, looking at the more and more scattered egg shells nearby and the silk threads hanging everywhere, and nodded to himself.

He continued to walk forward, but failed to hear the footsteps behind him. Looking back, Bumblebee was still standing there.

"what happened?"

Bumblebee looked at the extremely familiar environment nearby, and his heart was already in a mess.

For some reason, she was at a loss.

At this moment, there was a rush of footsteps in front of Mo Rong, and both of them looked forward. It was Hera who had just walked out of the nest quickly.

When mother and daughter met, Hera's steps slowed down instantly, and they looked at each other in silence for a long time.

Bumblebee looked at the figure in front of him who was thinking about it all night long, and finally couldn't suppress his emotions and ran towards Hera, and Hera also opened her arms and walked quickly towards her.

"mom!"

"child!"

Mother and daughter hugged each other tightly and never separated, as if they were entangled by an invisible thread.

This thread makes all the excellent threads of the weaver family so far look eclipsed in front of it.

Because this thread is woven from family affection and longing.