In a flickering shadow, the iron-masked monster had appeared in the corner more than ten meters behind Abcion.

He still came.

The moment that Qi Lang never wants to face, and the truth that he never wants to uncover, has finally inevitably arrived.

The fire around him reflected on the steel mask, twisted and deformed, as if the fiery snakes were dancing wildly, just like his state of mind at the moment—mad in the entanglement, losing himself in the confusion. He had probably just seen a murderer smiling and beheading a young child, or he had just heard innocent women and children screaming miserably in the flames, but his heart had been replaced by iron, and there was no sympathy, no more compassion.

But perhaps his cranial nerve had been touched, especially the nerve that led straight to fear, which should be working, otherwise he would never have blindly hid his body in the shadow of the wall, cowering and holding back. The scene in front of him was probably very familiar to him, and Qi Lang could be sure that in the depths of his long-lost memory, there must be the same bloody and murderous criminal picture hidden, otherwise he would never have been slow to draw his long sword, trembling and trembling.

But now, the leader of the demons has given the order, and that powerful killing weapon must appear and launch a deadly attack on most likely his dearest relatives!

"Go, Frost, or—let me call your real name one last time, King Qifu. ”

Abcion bowed to Frost, as reverent as his retainer was to the king, but the sinister sneer still hung on his lips.

Amid Absion's sneer, Frost finally drew his sword. And that sword. It's no longer the sword of loyalty. They have all cut off all contact with each other. Loyalty was nothing more than an oath once made, and now, he chose betrayal, so it chose a new loyalty.

"Wow!!"

Frost roared madly, like a beast to the end of his rope, desperately struggling in the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers.

The sword light condensed a little in the tremor, and he hesitated. By the time he went into self-exile, it only took about three or five seconds, and he was like a fierce beast that had taken the fruit of oblivion, and had long forgotten the name and surname of the enemy standing in front of him, as if killing was his only mission!

But Absion did not forget to continue to push the flames: "He will be your last enemy, kill him, the soul seal will be lifted, and your soul and your body will rest in peace." Isn't that exactly what you want, Frost?"

Iglu was probably the only guy present who knew the inside story, and he walked up to Qi Lang's side at this time. Poked out his nose and sniffed in the air. "Is that real? You have to be careful, my friend. He reminded Qi Lang in that low and alert voice. "The Soul Seal is a sorcery of the legendary Otto Empire that is used to control dead corpses, and is said to have to be cast by the king with the highest power, and can only be cast once in a lifetime. The man on the other side has long lost his life, he has nothing to do with you anymore, be vigilant and fight him!"

Qi Lang's shoulders shrank suddenly, and a chill instantly rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head—he was dead, and his father had become a manipulative walking corpse?

This shocking truth did not make Qi Lang feel any better, in fact, he probably wished that his father would betray his people and the land he loved like a coward, at least then he would still be a living father, not this corpse-covered Frost!

Frost was determined to fulfill his duty, and the powerful sword aura had spread, just like he had done on the battlefield in the Dongmo Plain, and he had become the peerless master who only knew how to carry out orders.

"Wait!"

The sword of honor in Qi Lang's hand was also trembling, it wasn't that the injuries in his body were already overloaded, and the tearing pain would never make the daunting king's eyes fall into tears.

"Do you remember!" Qi Lang cried out loudly, "Do you remember the ground under your feet? Do you remember those yellow-skinned and black-haired people?

Frost's muscles tensed, but his pace quickened, like an arrow off the bowstring, stubbornly rushing forward, refusing to turn around.

"Out of ...... Out of the sword!" he cried out in an almost frenzied manner, in the Middle-earth language he knew best, "Out of the sword!!"

Frost pounced, and the speed was amazing, such a swift body that even Qi Lang, who had always been known for his speed, thought that he could not reach it. But his shouts made Qi Lang hear hope - he remembered!

Since he still remembered the language of his own clan, he must still have a chance to use his reason to control his enchanted body!

"I don't have a sword!"

Qi Lang fiercely withdrew his sword light and stood straight in place, ignoring the dazzling silver light that had already shot in front of his eyes!

Frost stopped. Just before the sword light was about to pierce Qi Lang's throat, he retracted his attack extremely strongly. He gasped violently, and the forced retraction obviously hurt his internal organs as well, as Qi Lang could clearly see that a stream of blood was flowing down from the slit in the mouth of the iron mask. Frost stepped back step by step, his shouting almost hoarse, but he kept repeating: "Out of the sword!

"I won't use my sword!"

Returning the sword to the sheath, under the nervous and inexplicable gaze of Gulf and Joanna, Qi Lang coughed up a mouthful of blood, and instead forced two steps forward.

"You must remember, because I always remember. Tears had fallen, but Qi Lang couldn't hide his fragility for a moment, because he should be fragile in front of his father, "I remember every word you have said clearly, because they have given me the courage to face all the suffering and pain! Do you remember?"

Frost lifted his palm in pain, his nails sliding hard against the steel visor, making a piercing creak.

Qi ...... Qi ......"

"Say it!" Qi Lang roared sadly, "I want to hear you say my name! that's the name you gave me, a noble surname, and a proud name!"

"Ah...... Ah......" Frost fell into madness again, as if he would lose all signs of life as soon as the name came out of his mouth.

The steel sword was raised, and it struck again and again against the iron mask embedded in his head, making a monotonous and terrifying clanging sound.

Affection had led him to struggle like never before, and if he could, he would have been glad to split his own head with the sword in his hand.

"It's time for you to attack, Frost!" Abcion's chilling voice rang out again, "obeying orders is all you have to do." You should know that what you see before your eyes is only an illusory, real punishment waiting in hell. Your relatives, your lovers, your thousands of people, are now hanging from iron hooks, ready to be scorched by the fire. Whether or not they will be liberated will depend on whether your soul fulfills its promises. ”

"That's deception!" Qi Lang cried out angrily, "The flames of hell are only for those sinful souls, and it is the villains who stand behind you who will really be punished." You can find yourself again, call out my name, uncover your iron face, and bring that proud warrior back to us!!"

"Ahh

"That's right, that's the name!" Tears fell one after another, but Qi Lang felt that it was happiness, because he hadn't heard such a kind call for a long time, "That's the name you gave me, the name of pride." Now, uncover it, uncover your iron face, I want to see if your face is exactly what I remember!"

"Frost!" Absion's voice became stern, "you know it's an impossible path back!

It must have been a command, forcing Frost to remove his fingers that were clenched at the seams of the iron surface. But he didn't seem to be entirely at the mercy of the wicked man, for Qi Lang could clearly see that the thick palm was not clenching the hilt of the sword fiercely, but was moving inch by inch, moving over the face that was not shaking, over the tightly constricted shoulders, and all the way to the chest that was heaving violently with gasp.

"Huh!"

He ripped open his chest armor, revealing his scarred chest, and slammed the hilt of his sword into his heart.

It was a hint, a request, a request for the tearful child on the other side to lift his silver sword of honor and stab it with incredible precision in this fatal position!

Qi ...... Lang!" his voice began to become familiar, low, deep, with a sense of determination, "Out of the sword!"

"No!" Qi Lang almost collapsed, shouting desperately like a helpless child in protest, "I can't, I can't!"

"One last warning, Frost! The punishment of hell is coming, is that what you expected?" Absion had lost his patience as he gave the order and waved his hand behind him. Hundreds of soldiers have quietly gathered, including all the masters involved in this operation. They either raise their bows and arrows to aim, or wave their weapons and prepare for the final battle to the death! (To be continued......