Break through the steam game library

Going up the stairs, the remains of the king's puppets are everywhere along the way.

I don't know what happened here, there is no life.

Take the elevator straight to the top.

Walk slowly across the promenade.

In the dark and empty hall, on the black platform, and in the deep dome of the throne, a pale king leaned down.

The little knight stepped onto the high platform, approached the throne, and looked at the remains of the king.

Wield the nail of dream.

"At all costs" the dream language of the white king, the obsession of the white king.

At all costs, countless containers died.

The little knight suddenly tore the white king off the throne.

A white light flew out and fell in the arms of the little knight.

It is the other half of the white fragments.

The two pieces merged into one, forming a complete talisman, powerful energy burst out, and the dream slowly faded away.

In the dazzling and blurred light, a line of prophecies emerged.

...The Soul of Worm.The soul of the root.Void Heart...

The combination of the first two is the soul of the king.

A sacred talisman symbolizing the union of higher creatures, the holder can slowly absorb the infinite soul in it.

In addition, it can open the way the container was born.

The light in front of the little knight receded, and he fell on the ground in the palace square, with the king's puppet in front of him and the withered ruins of the White House.

The puppet's dream seal has been broken, and the little knight can enter the white palace again.

But there is no need to go again.

"Come...the abyss...under the corpse...the birthplace..."

The painful torture slowly settled in the void like water waves, turning into gray-yellow flies, clinging to the white branches, and blooming brilliant flowers.

At the bottom of the abyss, the corpses trembled and dented.

The little knight jumped into it.

The shattered container masks are piled up like a thick earth, with passages inside, and bones on all four walls.

All kinds of horns are like wild weeds.

Sad and unwilling.

Horror and cold.

The ghost of the container is blocking the way.

Void matter forms jets, blocking the passage.

Senran spikes are often present.

In this endless darkness, every step is extremely difficult.

Finally came.

The abyss of the abyss, the hell of hell.

A cracked black egg that can be seen on the surface.

The figure of the little knight reflected.

He stared at his own mirror image.

Wield the nail of dream.

Strike the black egg.

Void erupts.

The little knight fell to the ground, his sight swallowed by darkness.

"No matter what the price is, I will not hesitate."

...

The container fell like rain.

There was a rattle in the pile of corpses, and the little knight got out of it.

In total darkness, only things at a little distance around you can be seen.

Without light, only the cloak, the emperor's wings, and the small bone nail can be relied on.

The little knight came to the wall of the well and jumped up the stairs one by one.

A little bit, step by step.

Rise, step on the empty and fall.

The corpse flew down from around every moment.

Blurred dream language came out of the void.

"There is no mind to think."

up.

"There is no will to submit."

Keep going up.

"There is no sound of weeping over suffering."

Stumbled.

"Born in the hands of God and Void."