The green leaves of the plants break in the light and turn into powder, which is engraved on the gorgeous relief, like a mural of branches and leaves.
Water travels in the sky, falls to the ground as rain, and looks like colorful mist in the light.
Lu Zhengkang pointed his bone nail diagonally at the ground, panting slightly, and the light on his body dimmed.
There was a huge diagonal wound on the traitor lord's body, and orange blood spurted out like a fountain.
But he is still standing.
There seems to be some kind of stubbornness that serves as his backbone.
Blood kept pouring out.
As death continued to approach, the hatred in the traitor lord's eyes continued to diminish. He staggered and fell to the ground.
Lu Zhengkang walked heavily towards the lord who was constantly twisting and struggling. The bone nails scratched the ground, like wooden branches drawing lines on the sand, and laid out a layer of powder. These were stone powder peeled off by the scattered sword light.
He raised the bone nail and pierced the traitor lord's back bit by bit, piercing his heart that was beating hard but was unable to save his life.
A large pool of blood overflowed from under the lord's body. He stopped struggling, but his body was still shaking slightly.
The madness disappeared from the traitor's eyes. He spat out a mouthful of blood and said softly: "Well done, soldier."
Lu Zhengkang asked him, "Do you have any wish?" This is the right of the winner.
"No, no... I just miss the time when I was a young man... flying and hunting in the wasteland. It was so happy... I'm sorry..."
"No need to apologize, you don't have to apologize." Seeing the lord's eyes gradually dimming, Lu Zhengkang comforted him gently.
"...Tell them for me that there is nothing wrong with strength..." He whispered, and suddenly twisted violently, throwing Lu Zhengkang away. He stood up again, and the wound stopped bleeding because the blood had drained away.
"Light! Radiation! Guard! Attack!" He let out a desperate and shrill roar like a wild beast losing its son, and then fell completely. This time, he did not get up again.
Lu Zhengkang was thrown away and in mid-air, he felt in a trance.
A large amount of soul energy was drained away, and his mind felt dryer than ever before, like a machine that had run out of fuel.
He was in the air, looking through the ceiling torn by the sword light, looking at the green sky, where pure white roots were spread all over, so beautiful, so gentle, and several dragonfly-like slender creatures were leisurely in the corner of the field of vision.
Flying.
The world moves away and the body falls.
Lu Zhengkang fell heavily to the ground and bounced and rolled for several weeks. He heard the traitor lord's dying roar, but he didn't pay much attention. He just lay on his back, panting, and looked at the pure sky.
After a long time, he sat up, stood up unsteadily, walked to the traitor, and wanted to pull out his own bone nails, but looking at his dead body and the long nails like tombstones of inscription, he thought for a while and retracted his hand.
Now he still has two bone nails on his back, the sharpest and the shortest.
The mechanical fence door had been twisted and broken, and Lu Zhengkang successfully left the building.
Ahead is the location of the White Lady. A small passage is full of corpses, and white glowing roots spread out from the wall.
Walking to the end, you come to a bright and vast hollow.
The clearing was covered with the bones of the traitorous mantis, with a huge heart-like black sphere in the center from which countless white roots extended.
There is a circular entrance on its surface, and beside the entrance lies a knight as pure white as an elf.
Lu Zhengkang has never seen such a graceful and elegant insect. This is Delaya, one of the five knights of the kingdom and the queen's valet, who died of exhaustion.
Bowing in silence, Lu Zhengkang felt deeply saddened by the death of a noble knight.
The knight's body may decay, but his soul will forever guard the territory.
Without disturbing Delaya's body, Lu Zhengkang gently entered the heart-like sphere.
Passing through the narrow and dark corridor, you enter a strange space where light and darkness are intertwined, black and white.
The White Lady's majestic body is tightly wrapped in scales, like the body of a mermaid, sitting quietly on a simple rock. Her majestic roots spread out from her head, spreading light.
If the impressive insects Lu Zhengkang had seen before were the lone stars in the clear night sky, this one was the sun lighting up the deep sea.
Sensing the visitor, Mrs. Bai opened her eyes, but her jewel-like eyes were lifeless and empty.
The gentle words flowed out slowly from Madam's mouth, and the pheromones she released made people feel even more comfortable.
"We have an unexpected guest. Who are you?"
Lu Zhengkang replied respectfully: "I am a Hallownest bug who is pursuing the power of the container. I implore you to give me three roots. I need three masks!"
"It turns out you are a warrior. I can feel your courage. It is so pure and powerful. If the king were here, he would definitely make you a knight. There is a problem with the seal, and the insects looking for a solution are full of wisdom.
, as the queen, it is necessary for me to fulfill the prayers of my people, and you will get what you want, if you can do all this."
Lu Zhengkang presented all his ideas, including making masks to protect Nati and Paya, challenging the power of nothingness, and the ultimate radiation.
His unconstrained and bold ideals greatly impressed Lady White.
"You are not a real knight, but you are more noble than a knight. This is a great road. Successful people build great deeds, and losers disappear into thin air. Not everyone can muster the courage to fight back against a god, but you are so confident.
, so noble."
Mrs. Bai gently shook the hair-like root system, and then she shed three sections of white and shiny rhizomes, which were suspended in front of Lu Zhengkang.
"You will be nourished by the roots, warrior. Before you embark on the journey, I need to remind you that this is not your destiny!"
Lu Zhengkang put away the rhizome and smiled freely, "Fate is often not given, but pursued actively."
Mrs. Bai closed her eyes and exhaled softly, "What a strong person!"
Lu Zhengkang bowed and left the sphere.
…
According to the experience in the game, the Queen's Garden has a secret passage that leads directly to the Deep Nest, and it is extremely close to the Mask Weaver. Lu Zhengkang's next goal is to find the secret passage. After all, the garden is much safer than the Deep Nest.
After the defeat of the traitor lord, a few of the traitor mantises hiding in the dark still stayed in the corners of the garden, and most of them left the Queen's Garden one after another. No one knew where they would go. When the mission of revenge failed, the frustrated ones had to
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As for the mantis Petra, they lack the mind to understand what failure is, and perhaps they have never had the idea of revenge. They will thrive here and throw wind sickles at outsiders forever.
Another story ends, Lu Zhengkang plans to convey the news of the traitor's beheading to the Mantis tribe first, and then make other plans.
