The Hollow Knight's eye holes, occupied by orange, shimmered slightly with black light.
The will of the pure vessel resists the manipulation of radiation.
Those previous terrifying attacks were all carried out by Radiant in the guise of using the body of a pure vessel.
For the same mission, as the previous generation of Hollow Knight, he will not take action against his own kind. On the contrary, he will try his best to help the little knight and Lu Zhengkang.
However, the Pure Vessel eventually grew old. After a long struggle with the radiation, his rock-solid will was revealed.
A container without thoughts is a good container.
Creatures with thoughts have their greatest weakness and cannot resist the erosion of radiation.
To a pure container, thoughts are a stain.
But he is alive after all.
Those who are alive know how to think.
Thinking is the source of all pain, but pain is often the ultimate pursuit of thinking.
The will of the pure vessel was suppressed again, and the radiation took control of the Hollow Knight's body.
This time he kept a close eye on Lu Zhengkang.
Lu Zhengkang also stared at him.
His mask.
Earlier, the violent will of the radiation had already cracked the pure container.
Now after receiving Lu Zhengkang's violent blow, although his body is intact, the crack has expanded.
Bits and pieces of the mask shook off like bone powder.
The essence of dreams seeps out from it.
This means that there is a leak in the indestructible dream seal of the pure container!
Now the little knight can enter his dream and challenge the radiation!
Lu Zhengkang turned to ask the little knight: "Are you ready to face your ultimate fate?"
The little knight also saw the crack and nodded slightly.
"Okay, I'll restrain him, and you can take the opportunity to enter the dreamland."
The next moment, Lu Zhengkang put aside the bone nails in his hands, teleported behind the Hollow Knight, opened his arms, and spread a sealing spell, restraining the Hollow Knight.
"Quick! His resistance is fierce!"
The little knight rushed forward.
The Dream Nail waved gently.
"Sa"
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golden world.
A vast and magnificent dreamland.
The little knight stood on a gorgeous and graceful platform square.
There is a brilliant sun among the clouds in the distance.
That's radiation.
That forgotten light.
One of the supreme ancient gods of Hallownest.
The little knight jumped onto the suspended platform above his head, pulled out the bone nails, and challenged the radiation.
The sun on the other side expanded wildly, turning into a pair of stretched wings, extending up and down the body, approaching, as majestic as a god descending to earth.
The golden light faded, and the radiant light revealed its true appearance.
The whole body is pure white without a trace of dust. The three spikes on the top of the head are like a crown. The deep face is inlaid with a pair of golden eyes, shining brightly. The hair on the chest and abdomen is thick and soft as clouds. There are two wings on the back, broad and permanent, and the legs are like
The white jade nails are merged vertically.
A creature that is not perfect at all.
A creature made of light.
The dazzling chakras rotate behind you, making you look like a god.
It makes a long, sharp sound like a flute and proudly meets the challenge.
The suspended platform dissipated and the little knight fell back into the square.
The radiant god's body hangs high above his head, his wings are slightly fanned, and the light in the sky condenses into a long sword, which falls straight down like an iron wall.
The little knight ducked and stood in the gap between the long sword array, but managed to avoid this domineering blow.
But as the light flickered, long swords gathered from all directions, attacking like a tsunami.
The little knight jumped up and down, dodged left and right, and danced between the sword blades.
The second strike of radiant light came one after another, and a wall of golden light moved straight from the side of the platform, burning the air and making a hissing sound. It was impossible to avoid it.
The little knight rushed to the light wall, and a shadow sprinted lightly to the back of the light wall.
The radiation flapped its wings and teleported to the top of the little knight's head. Golden light bloomed in its eyes, and several laser rays were scattered randomly. In conjunction with the ubiquitous sword stabs, the little knight's room for dodge was further reduced.
Suddenly, the little knight seized the opportunity, a darkness descended to the ground, and the void shock wave recoiled with radiation. At the same time, the little knight entered the soul state that was immune to attacks, and hurriedly released three abyss screams, and a big ghost ghost rushed out of his mask.
When you look out, these ghosts are black or white, like a ghost lotus half-dyed with blue silk, with passionate and unrestrained postures, mixed with terrifying wails.
The prototype of this spell is Soul Scream. The creator is a certain dead snail shaman. The little knight obtained it on a plant-covered hill in the Mist Canyon. After that, at the bottom of the abyss, he blended with the power of the void ghost and transformed.
Create an even more deadly scream from the abyss.
The radiation was hit by this terrifying pure energy attack, and the divine body dimmed slightly, but it lit up again in an instant.
It seemed to be enraged, and it flapped its wings fiercely. A large number of white thorns protruded from the ground of the square, completely disappearing from the ground.
The little knight could only use the force of his downward slash on the ground stabs, flying in the air, and had to dodge the continuous sword stabs up, down, left, and right, the wall of light, and the beam of light.
This is a completely unreasonable situation.
No wonder that with the power of a pure container, it can only contain the radiation, but not kill it.
Finally, although the little knight had done his best, during the short interval after his shadow charge, he was stabbed by a long sword and nailed to the ground. The ground thorn penetrated through his thin back and passed through his body.
out.
One after another, several more lightsabers pierced the little knight's body, almost covering him.
The trunk, limbs, and even the head.
The little knight was completely unable to move.
The power of radiation surged through his body.
The mask is breaking.
pain.
It hurts too much.
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Sure enough, mortals cannot kill gods?
Will the little knight's hard heart shed bitter tears?
At the last moment of life's passing, even time will be spared to the dying person, allowing him to feel the miracle and splendor of the world's movement bit by bit.
The little knight knew he was dying.
The pure container is a complete body, and its strength is stronger than that of the Knight.
And what does the Little Knight have?
He is just one of the many discarded defective products.
His fate and ending are no different from the endless wreckage at the bottom of the abyss.
After struggling for so long, is he just a doll performing hard on the stage of destiny?
With your eyes open, what you see is the radiant world, the golden scenery is so pure and beautiful, so glorious and majestic, so desirable.
But this light is so abominable to the creation of space.
The eyes of the Little Knight's mask were round and vacant.
His thoughts sank to the bottom of his heart.
In that small, thin darkness.
Mission failure is a foregone conclusion.
He is still that poor little guy, hiding in his own insignificant inner world, and that dark and damp corner hides his immature mind.