Demon Royal Family

"The Mimic... so what about the Mimic, we have 40,000 people, how can we be afraid of more than 20 of them?" After the initial shock, Ryan quickly calmed down and roared, launching a full-scale charge. Order.

The military order was like a mountain, and tens of thousands of Lassese troops charged against one-tenth of the number of opponents. It seemed like a trivial matter. Since Ivo revealed his race, the records of the Mimics have been deleted by many forces. Digging through dusty documents, this mysterious race was mentioned again. Many people knew about the powerful history of Mimics.

However, the history is too long, and there are only a few records of Mimics. These soldiers and officers have no clear idea of ​​the strength of Mimics. In their opinion, no matter how strong the records in history are, it will be difficult to resist tens of thousands of them. A collective attack, they are proud of being an elite legion and dare to attack any strong enemy.

Elvir was hesitant. Intellectually, she wanted to order an attack, but her instincts warned her to retreat and retreat away from the Mimic. She didn't care about the life or death of the Barian soldiers. In her eyes, the soldiers were just expendable. Supplementary resources.

In the end, reason overcame intuition. She took a deep breath and launched a full-scale charge.

Not to mention the Reno Kingdom, the Legion launched a massive attack.

The three legions were like three torrents, rushing towards the thousands of people in the center from three directions, as if they could crush these people into pieces in the next second. The prisoners' legs were weak and they had no way to retreat.

Facing the surging crowd, every Mimic member had a nostalgic look on his face. Anthony sneered: "On the battlefield in the Age of Darkness, there is a rule recognized by all forces... Never surrender to Mimics. charge."

Ivo was slightly curious, "How do you say that?"

"Mimics are killing machines on the battlefield. If you want to deal with Mimics on the battlefield, head-on confrontation is the worst way. As long as they charge towards us, they will have no way out. The organization of Mimics... one person is an army. !”

The three members of the same race separated and faced the legions from three directions. Their bodies suddenly swelled and turned into giant beasts tens of meters tall, an amethyst-level ice and snow war mammoth, and a Flame Ape King whose hair was as red as fire. A towering tree with thousands of vines thicker than a human being.

The Ice and Snow War Mammoth raised its hooves high and stepped down violently. A circle of frost-carrying war tramples was like a seismic wave, rumbled out a deep pit hundreds of meters wide, and countless charging soldiers fell into it, directly cutting off the Renault Legion. offensive.

The Flame Ape King dug his fists deep into the ground, and the ground cracked at a speed visible to the naked eye. Red light burned in the gaps, like magma surging. The Flame Ape King suddenly pulled out two streams of magma. The bursting magma spurted out like rain, and countless The Seth soldiers were burned through, and the charge immediately turned into a flight, panicking and avoiding the lava rain.

Thousands of vines on the giant tree danced wildly, turning into a shadow of a whip that covered the sky and the earth. They wildly attacked the Baria army, causing heavy casualties and causing countless cracks in the ground.

"Weird, monster!"

"Run!"

The menacing tens of thousands of legions were defeated in the blink of an eye, and fled in turmoil.

Aiweier's fingers sank deeply into the flesh. The scene before her was beyond her understanding. Ryan's face was dull, Sistine could not remain elegant and opened his mouth in shock, and the night watchmen were even more frightened.

The Mimic... is so terrifying!

The prisoners were stunned for a long time, looking at the scene in front of them in shock, and suddenly cheered.

Ivo raised his eyebrows, surprised by the destructive power of his kind. Anthony saw the confusion in his eyes and explained: "The Mimic can continuously absorb the blood of new species. This is not a simple absorption, but a fusion, the new blood. The ability will also enhance the original transformation, and each transformation will become stronger simultaneously."

Anthony pointed at the Flame Ape King that was roaring in pursuit and said: "He has merged the blood of four high-level fire beasts. After transforming into a fire beast, his control over flames will reach a terrifying level."

After Anthony's explanation, Ivo understood that every time he absorbs a new bloodline, it is not just a simple transformation, but the ability of the new bloodline will be superimposed on the original transformation, making him stronger. No wonder the Mimic's The strength will be so terrifying, and the strength will increase geometrically every time it is fused with a new bloodline.

Ivo secretly looked forward to his second transformation, and he already had several options.

According to Anthony's explanation, if the new bloodline matches the attributes of the original transformation, it will enhance the power of the original attributes. For example, his first transformation was the Ural White Bear, and if he chose the Frost Dragon clan for the second transformation, his ability to deal with the ice element would be There will be a new level of control.

If blood with different attributes is absorbed, there is a small chance that mutations will occur, and there is also a chance that it will not be affected. If the attributes of the new blood conflict with the original ones, there is a higher chance that mutations will not occur.

Mimics not only transform into other races, but after accumulation, the strength after transformation will far exceed that of the original race. Sublimating this species is like a universal fusion machine.

The more he learned, the more Ivo marveled at the magic of Mimics. It was simply a miracle that Gregor could create such a creature that violated the rules.

"Retreat, retreat quickly!"

Ryan screamed miserably.

Avril stared at Ivo who didn't even look at her, feeling extremely frustrated in her heart. Even tens of thousands of people couldn't defeat Ivo. It was far beyond her level of understanding. Even if she was unwilling to give in, she couldn't. Change the situation of defeat.

Avril felt that her confidence just now seemed to have turned into a ridiculous joke. No wonder Ivo had always maintained a nonchalant attitude. It turned out that Ivo could defeat the infallible army in her eyes. The setback in the strong contrast made Avril incomparable. Lost.

From the beginning to the end of the battle, it took less than ten minutes. The Night Watch team silently put away the holy water, with no intention of rushing out. They knew that after this battle, the terror of the Mimic would spread throughout the world.

Three Mimics defeated an army of tens of thousands of people!

This is already a category that cannot be included by experts above level ten. The division of the six basic professional systems cannot be used to judge the strength of the Mimic!

No tenth level strong man could defeat an army so easily. According to records, the only ones who could do this were the forbidden spells cast by legendary mages.

The captain of the night watchman said solemnly: "This operation is cancelled. Notify the church headquarters to update the information!"

The night watchman team turned around and ran away without saying a word. Ivo saw them from a distance. Seeing that the night watchmen were very alert and running away separately, he didn't bother to pursue them.

Ivo didn't want to let Sistine go. When he saw this vampire transforming into a swarm of bats and trying to escape, he immediately took out his red spear and shot it into the swarm of bats. Red thunder burst out. In a flash of light, large scorched bats fell out. Landing on the ground, Ivo took the trouble to knock down the bat in this way again and again.

Finally, after the seventh time, all the bats were shot down, fused together with difficulty, and turned back into a frightened Sistine.

The author can only code at night, and the fourth time will probably be in the early morning.