Demon Royal Family

Ivo's eyelids twitched, and his heart was filled with turmoil.

A book written in the language of the Skeletor?

Who is the author?

Why is it placed in the school city?

How did Black Lion know?

Why is the book called "Gregangor's Alchemical Notes"?

Geng Lei saw Ivo staring blankly at a book he couldn't understand, and wondered: "What language is this? I don't know a word of it."

"I don't know." Ivo pretended to be calm, pulled out "Gregango's Alchemy Notes" and turned to the first page.

"I left this book just to keep the last firewood. The future is desperate. This book is a trace of our existence. I only hope that one person can understand it, even if you are not a Mimic - a sage. "

Ivo's eyes were sore inexplicably, and the lines at the beginning of the introduction seemed to be filled with the blood of despair. He didn't know who the ancestor "sage" who wrote this book was, and what kind of situation he was facing.

How desperate must one be to encounter the idea of ​​"leaving traces of existence"?

But as far as he knew, the Skeletor language had never spread in the world.

Read on.

"Gregongo is the father who created us, but we are not grateful to him. The alchemical circuit that transforms Mimics has a 90% mortality rate. Every candidate is a slave and death row prisoner of the human race.

They treated us as expendables and threw us into bloody battlefields. Many of our compatriots died. Those who survived chewed on hatred and allowed darkness to grow in their hearts, waiting for the opportunity to take revenge. I was the same.

Hundreds of years of war, one after another of Mimics fell, we formed a tribe and had our own culture, the human race has never looked at us, never understood us, the master-servant contract is like a dog chain, and our status is equal to that of hounds..."

Each word that hurt so deeply that it penetrated into the bone marrow revealed the bloody history of the Mimic. Behind the terrifying strength was the helplessness and sorrow of being manipulated. Ivo's face was calm, but blood was already bursting out on the back of his hand. Veins.

The people in the tribe never used words so full of anger.

"What's wrong with you?" Geng Lei looked confused. From just now, he felt that Ivo seemed to be suppressing something.

"nothing."

Ivo waved his hand and continued reading.

“The principle of the Mimic is to transform the essence of life, just like a miracle, but this ability cannot be passed on to future generations. It is just a kind of endowed power. We cannot pass it on like vampires and werewolves.

Emers is a genius. No one knows how he did it. He actually found a way to blend the power of mimicry into his blood!

That day is our birth day!

The Mimics have truly become a group. The power flows in the blood, like a part of the body, several times more powerful than before. The most important thing is that the blood pulse erases the slave contract solidified in the Mimic ability. The human race We no longer have control over our life and death!

The opportunity for revenge came. Everyone supported Ames as the patriarch. He led us to launch a crazy revenge. Seeing the faces of the former masters become horrified and twisted, I felt morbidly happy from it.

Emers stopped us from retaliating further. The power shown by the Mimic made the tribes who resisted the night recognize our existence. We made an alliance with them to attack the night race together.

But that's just the surface. Ames has a deeper plan. Hundreds of years of hatred must be washed away with blood..."

Ivo thought of the memory that Lao De showed him. Ames led the injured tribesmen to establish a ritual of life force conversion, which was obviously a failure of revenge.

What happened? Was it because of the three curses that the ancestors chose to seal their clans?

The look in Ames's eyes left in Lao De's memory was filled with hatred like a raging fire.

He couldn't help but ask Guding in his mind, "Is what is written on it true?"

After a long time, Guding replied, "Yes."

"Who is the 'Sage'?"

"..." Guding was silent.

Ivo asked several times, but Guding didn't answer. He didn't know what Guding was thinking, so he had to continue reading.

"The source of all tragedies is Gregangor. He created us and arranged our fate. He is the chief culprit.

Gregang Guo is the most talented alchemist master in history. He is also a rare immortal species, a hybrid of high elves and humans.

As an ally, the Mimics are stationed in the anti-night camp, with only eight hundred people known to the outside world.

Three thousand people, this is the real number of Mimics. Most of their kind are hiding in the dark. This is enough power to change the situation.

In a great war, Ames finally retaliated. We withdrew from the frontal battlefield, and the hidden forces took action, raiding the human camp, breaking through the blockade of hundreds of thousands of human troops, and killing a large number of their commanders. I cast A single forbidden spell can kill thousands of people, and this is just an appetizer.

Our ambitions are huge, and there is only one real goal, and that is the Mimic transformation circle created by Gregangor!

The strong bloodline leads to low reproductive capacity. As long as we have the magic circle, our group can quickly grow in size!

What's abominable is that the human army guessed our intention and caused a certain degree of damage to the magic circle before we grabbed it. After my inspection, the integrity of the magic circle was good, but the transformation power became weaker. , Originally the Mimic Formation could transform any race or individual, but after being damaged, it could only transform weak individuals, and the failure rate increased greatly!

There are so many materials for the Mimic's transformation circle that all human mages collected together for ten years before reluctantly building it. Many of the materials are unique, and it is almost impossible to repair the damage!

Furious! This is how we felt at the time!

We killed a large number of alchemists and destroyed all information about the Mimic. Gregangor was also bitten to death by Emers. I left Gregangor's diary, which recorded his alchemy skills. This is the world. The only structural diagram of the Mimic's transformation circle. "

If Geng Lei hadn't been by his side, Ivo would have looked confused now.

Three thousand people? Mimics taking revenge on humans? Forbidden curse? Taking away the Mimic Transformation Circle?

This is different from many places he knows!

Herald Amos Cena turned out to be a violent Avenger.

Why did he undergo a huge change later and choose to join the clan?

"Guding, is this true?" Ivo asked in disbelief.

"..."

Silence equals acquiescence.

Ivo continued to look down with shock, and the style below suddenly changed.

"However, hatred can only breed hatred, and the washing of blood can only make the blood richer.

By the time we realize this, it's already too late.

Hatred drives us crazy and produces the bitterest bitter fruit.

Just after we took away the magic circle and destroyed the alchemy materials, the human race finally counterattacked.

Wizards, overwhelming wizards!

Tens of thousands of knights blooming with holy light!

Swordsman, warrior, magician!

Humans, dwarves, elves, mountain people, Amazons and other races are like a tsunami swallowing up the world, carrying deep-seated hatred!

Fight, fierce fight!

Two thousand compatriots were torn into pieces. We killed a hundred thousand strong men, and the remaining compatriots were all covered with bruises.

We fled, day after day, fighting every day.

The enemy had been besieging and besieging us for half a year, and we finally escaped from the siege. We thought the battle was over, but we underestimated the determination of humans, their fear of the Mimics, and the consequences our behavior of taking away the magic circle caused them. of panic.

The human race is afraid, afraid of the race they created with their own hands.

So they went crazy and did whatever it took.

The three Supreme Mages overdrawn the Terra Emperor's mana for a hundred years, coupled with the energy stored in the Nine Towers, forcibly burned the soul, and carved three vicious curses rooted in the blood of the Mimic!

[Unable to reproduce], [Elemental aversion], [Soul weakness]!

They want us to be exterminated! "

Ivo stirred up a storm in his heart, staring at a place above that was completely different from what he knew, and asked in a difficult tone in his mind: "Why is it [unable to reproduce] and not [young and fragile]?"

Is it a typo?

No, Ivo doesn't think so. Although the two are similar, the difference should be obvious.

Unable to reproduce, that is, unable to give birth to children! The same concept as the Hades!

But... Ivo thought of the scene in Lao De's memory. The Mimic ancestors were clearly asking for a deal with the devil for the sake of their fragile infants.

[Unable to reproduce] and [Young babies are fragile], one of them must be wrong!

He is a descendant of Mimics, and Mimics have been passed down for hundreds of years, so [unable to reproduce] is impossible to establish.

Was it written incorrectly, or did the ancestors misunderstand it?

Even...the author of "Gregangor's Alchemy Notes" deliberately made mistakes to mislead readers?

Can you still believe this book?

Ivo was completely confused.

From beginning to end, Guding remained silent and did not give any answers to Ivo's questions. He didn't know what he was thinking.