"Moore's strength lies in his dagger. He obtained this long-lost strange thing from an adventure, and directly advanced from an ordinary hero to a great hero, and has the strength to surpass the peak golden hero of the great hero."

"If I really want to say that he is holding the Ice Crystal Sword, it is a false legend! I have some gifts from the Lord of Darkness, and I should be able to fight for it!"

Numerous thoughts flashed through Alex's mind. He needed time. As long as he dragged the time to the moment when night and day alternated, the ceremony would be completed.

By then, no one will be able to stop the transformation of the abyss and the arrival of the darkness.

Moore did not notice Alex's mental journey. He raised the Frost Short Sword to his lips, and then pointed the tip of the sword forward in the direction of his lips.

"call!"

Moore blew hard toward the direction pointed by the Frost Short Sword.

This breath was chilling and Moore's will. After passing through the Frost Short Sword, it was suddenly magnified and turned into an extremely cold frost wind, raging with the snow.

As the wind blows, all the gray ice sculptures of believers pass by with the wind, turning into ice crystal dust, and even their souls cannot be reborn.

This is a genius of treasures and frost!

It can transform the terrain in an instant, create a frost ocean with highly active magic, selective frozen enemies to protect their companions, and blow out the biting cold wind and destroy the enemy's soul and body.

"Let the frost purify everything!"

Molrona held the ice crystal dagger and screamed loudly.

He stood in the sea of ​​frost, and the frost danced, turned into a frost beast, roared with the entire sea of ​​frost, and charged towards Alex.

A group of gods, heroes, heroes, and god-initiators rode on the live frost-transformed giant beasts and roared!

"Let Frost punish you!"

"Roar up and crush them!"

"For the ancestors, for Rhone!"

Deakens rode a giant frost boar, roaring and grief.

He looked at the gods who were killed and injured, and thought of his loving father, his eldest brother who was eagerly looking forward to his success and his second brother, and the pain spread in his heart.

"Alex, why did you do this! Why did you kill the clan back then!"

Deakens roared with a hoarse throat.

"Why?"

Alex answered Deakens in a rare manner. He looked at the frost descendants who charged like waves, and made a laugh of unknown significance, and his whole body sank into the dark shadow behind him.

"Because this is what my father expects me, and this is also my destiny!"

The dark shadow made a sound like a dead silence, and countless figures were disturbing in the darkness. The darkness continued to expand, and the figures struggled to crawl out of the darkness.

A strong black figure walked up to Alex and guarded him. Other figures scattered and rushed towards the Frost Descendants riding the Frost Behemoth.

"Look at them, this is Frost! The clan has not died. They are just one with me, and have become part of me forever and become my shadow!"

Deakens looked at the three shadowy human figures rushing towards him, his face was horrified. His dark face and body still had an unconcealable familiarity!

That was Deakens' family, his kind and determined father, his brave eldest brother and his awkward second brother!

At this moment, the descendants of the Frost fought fiercely with the former clan in the darkness before dawn of this northern fortress.

"Blasphemy!"

Moorrona looked at all this and drove the monster straight towards Alex and roared.

"Alex, you have blasphemed your tribe and blasphemed your ancestors! You have even thrown into the arms of the abyss and become a dark lackey. I want to kill you, the dirty jackal, and purify your soul with frost!"

"What's the use of talking? People like you who are naturally excellent in blood have adventures that ordinary people cannot reach. How can you understand the difficulties of people with poor bloodlines like me!"

Alex did not retreat but advanced, and pulled out a shadow blade from the darkness behind him and took Moorrona straight.

"Your bloodline is pure and destined to be superior! Our bloodline is inferior, and it is difficult for even becoming a divine enlightener. It is precisely because my father sacrificed himself to use his bloodline to purify my bloodline."

The two fought together, and the power of frost and shadow intertwined. In the darkness, the projection of the great demon suddenly rushed out. With the shadow humanoid guarding Alex, the three of them besieged Moorona.

Moore was energetic and with frost anger, he actually fought against three without falling behind. The frost ocean like waves gave him infinite power. Standing in this ocean, no one could kill him!

"Your father's sacrifice is great and proud, and he deserves Bingfrost and is worthy of being a father. But you, a despicable villain, a vicious villain! You are the one who harms the clan and only purifies your own bloodline. You must have suffered Bingfrost's curse, and the ancestor god will not let you go."

Moorona danced the ice crystal dagger, and the extremely cold crystal grew on the dagger, and in a flash the dagger turned into a giant frost blade!

He waved the giant blade and with extreme cold pressure, he easily forced the three people to retreat to the besieged.

"Hahaha, I have killed so many tribe members, just wanting to get purer bloodlines and wanting to get close to the ancestor god, I am not wrong! Am I destined to be trampled by you? The ancestor god actually punished me, he cursed me, and made me completely lose my strength! But, do you think I would surrender like this?"

Alex looked crazy and rushed towards Moore ignoring the wound.

These words have long been hidden in his heart. In those days when he lost his power, he hid everywhere, was tempted by the witch, paid a heavy price, and finally won the favor of the dark.

"quibble!"

Moore snapped, waving the frost blade and cutting Alex.

"Ice Frost has just taken back your power, and it is a great grace. You do not want to repent, but blame the ancestor god. Such bad behavior and disgusting thoughts, I want to completely purify you on behalf of Ice Frost!"

Every time Moore waved the Frost Blade, it carried extremely cold air and splashed damage, which could freeze the soul.

But Alex seemed to have special abilities. He ignored the flashing of the frost blade, and even recovered like a shadow.

"You have indeed fallen into the abyss completely and can become a shadow! But you are just a disgusting half-demon after all. You are not even as good as the projection of the big demon next to you. At least it is a pure demon, unlike you, the shame of Frost, the scum of the gods."

Moore was thinking about his way while angering Alex with unforgiving words.

Alex cannot continue this situation, there must be some kind of limitation. This limitation may be duration or condition, and I have to give it a try.

Moore had a smile on his lips, and his overall attack became even more fierce.
Chapter completed!