Lu Zhengkang pulled out the bone nail and chopped it on the stealth believer's armor. There was only a "ding" sound, but it was completely unable to break through the defense. The crazy beast raised the armor, exposing the white head under the mask, and the two pieces separated.
The armor swung rapidly, creating a violent wave and slashing at him like a falling guillotine.
Lu Zhengkang teleported back, with the stealth disciples chasing after him. Every time he struck, he would sprint forward a certain distance, and the slashing range was extremely wide. After failing to achieve any success with his three swords, he quickly put away his armor and once again blocked his weak point.
Yan Shishi immediately stepped back and distanced himself, the eyes under the mask were filled with cold and precise killing intent.
Lu Zhengkang grasped the rhythm of his attack, and struck the opponent's mask with another nail, retreating instantly. The moment the stealth disciple opened his armor and slashed, Lu Zhengkang stabbed straight into the air in front, and a pure white lightsaber with gorgeous patterns emerged from the air.
The bone nail flew out, hitting the vital point, splitting the fragile head of the stealth believer.
Blood sprayed rapidly, and the stealth believer twitched a few times and fell to the ground dead.
Lu Zhengkang kicked away the huge bug, walked to the end of the platform, floated down to the lower level, turned around and walked in the opposite direction, reached the end, went down, turned around and entered another platform, went straight, and killed a small weaver.
The stealth believer walked through the hidden dark cave and came to a huge building.
This seemed to be a grand palace embedded in the wall. Dim light was cast from the tall palace door, illuminating Lu Zhengkang's face.
Enter the Weaver's Lair.
This is an all-metal structure, with large carved metal pattern plates covering the entire nest, and countless long silk threads hanging diagonally from the ceiling, stretched straight, and feeling like steel wire ropes.
All the light fly lanterns provided barely enough illumination, and the corpses of many large weavers were scattered on the ground. Their spherical heads were extremely large and looked like stone carvings.
How did they die?
have no idea.
Where have the other knitters gone?
Maybe he left Hallownest and returned to his hometown.
Lu Zhengkang went deep into the weaver's lair and found an area where a large number of silk thread tubes were suspended. These threads were faintly emitting soul energy, and they must be the deep threads.
Continuing to explore and kill a few annoying deep hunters, Lu Zhengkang saw a pile of Weaver corpses in a lookout-like place, and a talisman fell on the ground. This talisman was the Weaver's Song and could generate
Weaver hatchlings accompany and protect the wearer.
Two amulet slots were needed, and just in time, Lu Zhengkang took off the Gruz amulet he wore before and replaced it with the Weaver's Song. Little bits of light lit up, turning into little weavers, like a group of fools.
The silly white spider was running around, waving its transparent silk thread.
Looking at these weaver larvae, Lu Zhengkang smiled.
After taking off a whole tube of deep silk thread, Lu Zhengkang rushed to the mask maker on his back. When he walked to the door of the weaver's lair, he saw a weaver standing by the door. The faint light illuminated her body, just like in the oil painting.
Still life, but she caught sight of Lu Zhengkang, turned around and left very quickly.
Lu Zhengkang knew that this might be the princess of the weaver clan, but she didn't look like a stranger, and he wasn't going to talk to her. She went out with a silk spool on her back. There was no sign of the weaver, and he didn't care either.
, return to the mask maker's studio along the same route.
The second time he met the mask maker, Lu Zhengkang discovered that he had changed his mask. He was worthy of being a mask maker. The masks of various styles were very complete, ensuring that he would have a new look every time he met guests.
The maker has already drawn the three root systems into thin threads, woven them into a rough mask, and laid them out on the workbench, waiting for Lu Zhengkang to bring the deep silk threads.
"You're here, and you've brought silk thread! Very good, give it to me." The maker waved eagerly, stretched out his thin arms to lift up the silk spool, and was surprisingly strong.
The maker skillfully pulled out the silk thread, threaded it on a long needle, and immediately started sewing the mask.
He held the rough mask in one hand and used the other hand to sew the needle from the outside to the inside.
Lu Zhengkang watched curiously as the long needle flew up and down, constantly sewing silk thread into the thick embryo of the mask. The silk bobbin continued to rotate, and a large number of deep silk threads were integrated into the thick embryo of the mask, making its texture thicker and tougher.
The rhizome, which emits a soft and bright white light, is wrapped in layers of thin threads, gradually becoming plain and simple. The deep threads seem to be melted by the light, and the fine stitches spread out like glue. The surface is as smooth as a mirror, and the mask looks like a piece.
Waxed Talc.
The maker murmured lowly, and through his complex and changeable mask, a kind of fanatical temperament overflowed.
Lu Zhengkang faintly sensed the breath of nothingness.
Emanating from the mask maker, he was eaten away by nothingness!
Lu Zhengkang raised his hand and grabbed the maker's mask, but the other person remained unmoved. On the face under the mask, on the pale carapace, a pair of huge pupils were dripping with black tears, and nothingness was constantly seeping out of his head.
.
It is conceivable that the mind of the producer must be filled with violent, cruel, and fanatical thoughts.
But he is not crazy. His will supports his body and does not fall or go crazy. He injects all the enthusiasm and vitality inspired by madness into his hands and into his mask. He seems to be burning himself and spreading little bits of light.
To the world.
Lu Zhengkang fell into deep thought.
The small civilization of Hallownest has suffered too many storms. Malice hidden in the darkness of the world threatens the development of Hallownest all the time. Ancient gods such as Radiant, and nothingness that can resist Radiant is not safe, harmless and reliable.
strength.
In this world, dreaming is a period full of risks. A small insect can have close contact with countless great wills in the dream world, but these often bring destruction and madness.
Bugs are very small, and the world of bugs is not big. Any strong wind and frost may blow down and overwhelm Hallownest, a humble house.
Those ancestors who held up torches in the darkness of ice and snow to pioneer civilization, the White King, the Five Knights, the Vessel, and the Dream Keepers, were like bright fireballs, bringing temporary warmth to the desolate land, but they were eventually swept away by the snowy wind.
Cool, freeze.
There are five endings in the original work.
The most ideal thing for Hallownest is for the Knight to kill Radiant and then merge into the void to suppress the madness of the void.
This ending brings room for survival to Hallownest, and a new civilization will inevitably flourish.
By then everything will be calm and everything will be renewed.
Lu Zhengkang knew he should pursue this goal.
If the little knight succeeds.
He'll travel the world, or help build Hallownest, and everything will be fine.
But if the little knight fails.
He will be the darkness that kills the light and the beacon that breaks the shadows.
