Hollow Knight: Hallownest

"Is this... an outstanding effect?"

Mo Rong dazedly retracted his dancing tendrils and looked at Strong who was crawling up from the ground in the distance with a surprised expression.

In his expectation, Strong, who used the void-attribute spell attack with the light buff, would certainly cause higher damage than ordinary spells, but at most it would be 30% to 40% more. However, it was really hard for him to imagine it now.

"Wu Jing, who invented the Soul Crystal Beam, is truly a genius. Once it is adapted to the Void Tendrils, it becomes a locking skill. However, it costs a lot more..."

Mo Rong felt it carefully and found that using the Void Tendrils once actually consumed half of his soul reserves. In his current state, he could only use it twice at most.

Seeing that Strong and his scythe had gradually recovered, Mo Rong withdrew the idea of ​​releasing them a second time immediately. He wanted to see if he had the strength to fight against Strong after his light buff was weakened by the power of the void.

Strong's eyes were a little cloudy at this time. It was obvious that he had not recovered from the attack just now. Even his previous arrogance of "I am the only one in the world" was greatly shaken. His eyes were rarely clear for a moment.

After figuring out what had just happened, Strong curled up again and swung the scythe towards Mo Rong.

At this time, his impression of Mo Rong has changed, but he will not think of retreating. As a bug who advocates the use of force, the words "retreat when faced with difficulties" have never appeared in his dictionary.

Seeing three more balls whizzing towards him, Mo Rong set up the bone nails, fixed his eyes on the place where Strong had transformed, dodged the scythe with Black Charge, and then lashed out with all his strength.

Boom-!

This time the sound finally changed. It was no longer the crisp sound of the collision between the bone nails and the shell, but instead had a solid and heavy feeling.

Mo Rong struggled to lift the bone nail upwards. With his muscles tensed, he finally saw that Strong's path had shifted and was flying towards the place where he was exerting force.

It works!

He looked down at his palms and felt something very strange.

He didn't know whether he should give all the credit to the Void Tendrils. He always felt that the strength he used just now was greater than before, as if he had grown.

After the first experience, Mo Rong no longer simply avoided Strong's attacks. Instead, he took the initiative and attacked him. Although he had to use all his strength every time, the feeling of defeating the enemy really made him feel refreshed.

Cool!

It was the first time after such a long time since he traveled through time that he felt the charm of soul-like games again.

With his fighting spirit regained, Strong naturally could no longer stop Mo Rong. As black tendrils surged out of the latter's abdomen and lashed at him mercilessly, he completely lost the strength to get up and fight again. He could only look up at Mo Rong and lowered his head weakly.

That last look was filled with longing and admiration.

Looking at the familiar light spreading across the entire venue, Mo Rong finally breathed a sigh of relief, his expression as if a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders.

"It's finally over. I didn't expect to be stuck at the second gate for so long, but... it was worth it!"

The biggest gain from the battle with Strong is learning that the Void Tendrils can restrain the Light buff. This is extremely useful and can be used in the next few doors. There is no need to be afraid of the snowballing effect of the Light buff.

After this thought filled Mo Rong's heart, he walked towards the third Pantheon. This time the lock did not reject him. It shook a few times and fell to the ground, and the third door opened.

The light in the scene suddenly dimmed, and the color changed from gold to dark blue. Hanging in the sky in the center was a huge, bloated cocoon-shaped fleshy worm with many mouthparts and short tentacles on its skin, looking quite bulky.

The mother of flukes.

"Sure enough, the first few levels are more friendly."

Mo Rong raised his eyebrows slightly. He had quite a few experiences in fighting this thing. As a means of attack, the only one was the boss that gave birth to cubs. The mother trematode was the best soul juicer. Once she had the soul reserve, those cubs would naturally not be a problem for her.

At the beginning of the battle, he quickly ran to the side of the Mother of Trematodes, picked up the bone nails and started chopping them frantically.

Dream back to the royal sewer, get 50 draws at the start!

With the accumulation of numbers, this was the first time that Mo Rong almost fully accumulated his soul in the first level of battle. Soon, the mother trematode spewed out many young trematodes from her mouthparts, and their sharp teeth opened and closed as they bit him.

Mo Rong was not in a hurry. Seeing that the young trematodes were about to touch him, he jumped lightly and began to chop down around the mother trematode. He used his bone nail skills to continuously circle the pillar until the young trematodes he spewed out reached a certain size, then he flew down to the bottom of the battlefield.

I saw the dense swarm of young trematodes in the sky change direction again and swoop down towards Mo Rong below, just like a swarm of locusts passing through.

Unfortunately, before they could get close to Mo Rong, a large cloud of black fog came towards them with a powerful impact.

After two abyss screams, the soaring swarm of trematodes suddenly let out sharp wails, sprinkling on the ground like falling rain, clearing the screen in an instant.

This scene was so relaxing, and Mo Rong was in a good mood.

With the lesson learned from Strong, he was not in a hurry to end the life of the Mother Trematode this time. The opportunity to save souls was rare. In case the boss in the next level was difficult, he at least had spells as a backup.

So Mo Rong continued to draw for a while, and when his soul was fully charged, he forcibly ended the life of the Trematode Mother with a bone nail.

"This guy is about the same difficulty as the little radiant light. It can be regarded as an appetizer."

The tentacles on the surface of the Trematode Mother drooped limply at its sides, and the scene changed, and the light became bright again.

And a little too bright.

Mo Rong raised his head and looked at the boss in the sky, flapping its wings and with a huge sac hanging from its abdomen. Its body size was no less than that of the mother of trematodes. He looked a little surprised.

Logically speaking, the boss in front of me is a new boss, but he can also be considered an old boss because I have seen him before.

The bug lying on its side on a platform somewhere in the cave, its body enveloped by a large number of dream vesicles, its entire lower body corroded by dreams, and giving itself a glowing uterus amulet—

Aspid Queen.

Memories of the past flooded into his mind. He remembered that he had entered the Aspide Cave before, but he was not strong enough at the time and was besieged by a large number of Aspides and Aspide Mothers. He had no choice but to run out of the cave and had no time to go deeper.

So, this bug who is the leader of Aspid is still alive?