Hollow Knight: Hallownest

The fight between Marcos and Dageno was more direct than that between Mo Rong and Ying.

If Marcos' impression in Dageno's mind was that he was both a mortal enemy and a friend, then Mo Rong's impression in Ying's mind was even more complicated. He could feel the void blood flowing in Mo Rong's body, but he could also smell a strong breath of light that made him sick.

Compatriots?

Haters?

Ying looked at Mo Rong's pair of dark eyes wrapped in light, and his mood at this moment was as complicated as the latter's physique.

It's a pity that this disordered state of mind did not last long, or it could be said that Ying's independent consciousness was soon dominated by the belief that the void is supreme. Even though Mo Rong still exuded the aura of the void, he had ignored it.

To him, Mo Rong at this moment was an existence even more hateful than the light—he betrayed the shadow and turned to the light.

This is something that cannot be forgiven in any way from the Will of the Void.

On the other hand, Mo Rong's thoughts were not that complicated. He was simply curious whether Ying still had the will of his predecessors in his body, or the will from the container period, otherwise why hadn't he attacked him yet.

Thinking of this, he even glanced towards Marcos.

Look, they are having a great time fighting.

Marcos:?

Suddenly, just as he was looking away, a black light and shadow instantly struck his neck, trying to kill him with one blow.

At this rate, even Drya would most likely be beheaded on the spot, but to Mo Rong, she was just an ordinary member of the Pantheon.

How many bosses wanted to take his head in that dark place, but now he is still standing here, isn't he?

In Ying's eyes, his bone nail had already scratched Mo Rong's neck, and he could even see the yellow bloodstain caused by the excessive force. However, the smile on Mo Rong's lips did not disappear at all, but instead looked even more wanton in his field of vision.

"Are you sure you want to do it, senior? I'm only asking this once."

Mo Rong stood behind Ying, with a bone nail in his hand, which just blocked Ying's second blow, as if he had expected it.

There was a creaking sound at the intersection of the bone nails. The two forces continued to collide, and it was actually Shadow's bone nails that were slowly retreating.

Feeling the shadow under his feet gradually solidifying and fluctuating, Mo Rong narrowed his eyes slightly and increased the strength in his hands a little more.

"It seems there is no room for negotiation. Senior, please come back soon!"

As the two figures standing back to back disappeared at the same time, the battle between Mo Rong and Ying officially began, and it became even more intense.

"What should we do, Quiruo? Who should we help?"

Ida looked at the two battlefields fighting in the distance and couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

Logically speaking, he should not have such thoughts. Helping Mo Rong is what he wants to do. But in the current situation, Mo Rong did not show any signs of fatigue in the battle with Ying, and he even had the upper hand. But Marcos, who was colliding with Dageno, was already losing ground and had to use all his strength to barely block Dageno's attack.

As soon as Quiruo took a look, he had the answer in his mind. He knew that Ida could also see the situation, but he had some psychological trauma towards the big bug.

But this was not the time to hesitate. As soon as Qui Ruo pulled out the bone nail, he immediately said, "Go help the red bug!"

After saying that, he rushed towards Marcos. Ida looked in the direction he was looking at Dageno. The guard who had died in the past seemed to be right in front of him, and a chill kept rising from his spine.

“…Wait for me!”

A strong enemy may not kill a warrior, but fear can!

He didn't want to be a slave to fear!

The two of them, one on the left and one on the right, soon came to Marcos' side and attacked Dageno in front of him with all their strength.

"How dare you two bastards insult this battle?!"

Dageno's murderous intent instantly enveloped Quiroida as well. Although his eyes never left Marcos, they could feel that they had been firmly locked by a horrible monster, and the chill continuously invaded their bodies.

No wonder Ida was unwilling to face this guy. He had traveled all over the place and had never seen a bug that could scare him to this extent with just its breath.

"Get lost! I don't need you!"

Marcos roared, continuously squeezing out all the strength in his body. His face was ferocious, and he no longer had the calmness he had before.

Once you fall from a high position, the huge contrast will cause you to maintain your self-esteem to an extreme degree. Marcos knew that once he accepted the help of Quiro and Ida, he would think from the bottom of his heart that he was not as good as Dageno.

Not as good as this opponent who was equally matched with us in ancient times, not as good as this destined rival.

The Great Light was gone, leaving only a frail moth lost in the shadows.

How could he accept it willingly? ! ! !

At this moment, Marcos' dream was filled with huge waves rising into the sky, as if to swallow him up completely. His eyes began to glow, and a powerful aura gushed out, while horrifying tears of blood also seeped out.

The sudden wave of force pushed back Idacquiro who came to help. Dageno's pupils shrank, and the angry expression just now seemed to have never appeared. A smile appeared on his face again, and it was distorted with excitement.

"Finally it's here, you're finally willing to use it..."

"I thought you were so useless that you couldn't even muster up your last bit of will, Marcos!!!!"

Dageno shook his arms, and his momentum began to rise again, like a landslide.

He knew too well Marcos' current condition. He was completely squeezing out his own vitality in exchange for greater power. Every minute and every second now was peeling off Marcos' body until the end, when he would completely perish.

There will no longer be any trace of his presence in this world, not even in dreams.

But that's fine.

Fighting with one's life at stake makes him happier!!

The two auras suddenly collided, and the noise was so loud that Mo Rong and Ying, who were fighting on the other side, stopped where they were tacitly and turned to look at the battlefield over there.

This guy Marcos, is he trying to kill himself... Mo Rong frowned. He could feel that Marcos, who was in his strongest state, was losing his vitality rapidly, like a dying candle trying hard to flicker its last light.

Radiance, I don't know how lucky you are to meet a believer like Marcos who is willing to sacrifice his life for his faith.

"You don't need to say more."

In the dream, Marcos' figure was reflected in her calm pupils and did not disappear for a long time.

How could she possibly watch Marcos die defending the light?

At this moment, she actually felt a little regretful for her tentative idea.

"The warrior under the light is at the top of the dreamland!!"

Boom-!

A drop of golden liquid appeared out of nowhere in Marcos' heart and began to beat violently.

His wings sparkled brightly.