Demon Royal Family

Ivo looked confused. He thought about many possibilities, but the truth from his father's mouth was far beyond his expectation, and his mind was in a mess.

Is his mother the sister of pioneer Ames? Isn’t that the ancestor from hundreds of years ago? !

And isn't the title "Sage" the same person who wrote "Gregangor's Alchemy Notes"! Hasn’t the sage died long ago? Even if they are lucky enough to survive, under the curse of [Soul Weakness], no Mimic can live beyond a hundred years!

Ivo felt that he seemed to be close to some deep-buried truth, and he tried to calm down his emotions. During this period, Mok said nothing, obviously waiting for Ivo to calm down before continuing to talk.

There were so many questions in his heart, and he didn't know where to start. Ivo's eyes were complicated and he asked the question that mattered most to him: "Is she...still alive?"

With a look of self-mockery and sadness, Mock slowly shook his head.

Ivo pursed his lips and said nothing.

Seeing that his son calmed down faster than he expected, Mok secretly lamented how Ivo had grown up, learned how to control his emotions, and became deeper. He continued, "She spent all her life in order to give birth to you."

"Is it dystocia?"

"No..." Mok looked at Ivo and was about to speak when a third person's voice suddenly interrupted, "Let me speak."

Ivo suddenly turned around and saw the rickety village chief appearing at the door of the yard at some point, looking at the two of them indifferently.

Mok's expression changed drastically, he stood up suddenly, gritted his teeth and said, "Do you have to kill everyone?!"

The village chief said calmly: "I am just adhering to the mission I have carried out for hundreds of years."

The veins in Dad's neck tensed up and he shouted: "Ivo is the only blood descendant of our Mimics. He is your nephew!"

This sentence was like a bolt from the blue. Countless doubts in his mind were struck by thunder. Ivo looked at the village chief in disbelief, "You..."

The village chief sighed and slowly straightened up. With this movement, the aura on his body was like a sleeping beast slowly opening its eyelids. From an ordinary old man, he became a strong man with an unfathomable aura as deep as the sea. , although the height is less than two meters, the pressure is more terrifying than the original giant.

"You can call me uncle, or you can call me...'Pioneer' Amos Senna."

Ivo's heart was filled with turmoil, and he simply couldn't connect the man in front of him with the rickety old man who was always kind in his memory. The name Ames was almost equivalent to the ancestor among the Mimics. The pioneer who should have died hundreds of years ago An unexpected gesture appeared in front of him, and Ivo couldn't calm down at all.

"What's going on?" Ivo's tone was difficult. The memories of his life in the tribe disappeared like a mirror shattering. At this moment, the entire tribe became extremely strange in his mind.

Mok stopped in front of the door, his tone was like a wounded beast, "I will never compromise with you again, never!"

The village chief...perhaps I should call him Ames at this time, looked at Mok with a sinking face, "Unfortunately, you don't have the power to stop me...just like twenty years ago."

The dispute here woke up the entire tribe. The tribesmen walked out of the house and came behind Ames, watching silently. Their faces could not be seen clearly in the darkness, and they could only see black figures standing in silence.

Seeing the extraordinary scene, if Ivo hadn't been alert yet, he would have been hanging around for so many years in vain. He silently summoned Metos and stared at Ames with his sharp eyes. From Ames's breath, Ivo knew that his winning rate might be very small. Even with Lao De and Lava, he still couldn't dispel the strong sense of crisis in his heart.

Ames turned to look at Ivo and suddenly said: "Don't be nervous, I will never take action against my tribe."

"Why do you sound so unreliable to me?" Ivo replied in a deep voice, holding the red spear tighter.

Ames didn't pay attention to the caution in Ivo's tone, and said slowly: "I will tell you everything, just like I have done for hundreds of years."

Without waiting for Ivo to answer, Ames spoke, "I know you have read "Gregongo's Alchemy Notes". Since your father mentioned Lillylin, let's start with her."

"Lilylin is my biological sister. We grew up together in the slums. In that era, human life was extremely cheap. Thousands of lives were lost every day on battlefields in the dark. No city was safe. People wanted to escape from the dark night. The three tribes migrated again and again. It was during one of these migrations that Lililin and I were captured by a human army and used as hard laborers. We only had to work every day besides eating and sleeping. After four years of indifference, in the year 387 of the Night Calendar, I Finally, Lililin and Lililin couldn't stand the exploitation and oppression of the overseers, and prepared to escape from the army. We had planned for a long time, but on the night of our escape, we mistakenly broke the oil lamp, set the barn on fire, and burned half the army's grain reserves... …Then, Lililin and I were captured and became death row prisoners.”

Ames' tone was straightforward, and the past that he had chewed on for hundreds of years could no longer arouse the slightest emotion in him.

"At that time, death row prisoners were not considered human beings. They were just a code name for resources used to transform into Mimics, weapons of war. The Mimic transformation circuit created by Gregangor had a success rate of only 10%, which didn't seem to be possible. Low, but in actual operation... the success rate is infinitely close to zero. Once it fails, the transformer will inevitably die."

"One thousand death row prisoners lined up to enter the transformation circuit, like a silent death procession. All the 863 people in front of me died, and their bodies were taken away by the necromancers on the side. Lily and I Lynn was lucky that it worked out in the end.”

"But this is not something to be happy about. Becoming a Mimic means being branded as a slave and becoming a human weapon of war. When we first transform into Mimics, we have an opportunity to fuse our bloodlines. We have to go through hell. Only by training can we become a war machine that scares the enemy. The mages who signed the contract supervise the training of the Mimic. As long as we are lazy, the contract will be triggered, making us feel the pain of our souls."

"After three years of hellish life, we finally became qualified war machines. I am a warrior, and Lilylin is a mage. She discovered her magical talent and gradually became the number one mage of the Mimic clan. He was named a sage by us..."

Emers paused, "You know the rest of the history, so I'll jump directly to after Lillyyn finished writing "Gregangor's Alchemy Notes"."

Ivo stared closely at Imus. He knew that the other party must have bad intentions, but he still did not take action, which puzzled him. Ivo stood at the door, blocking the way. Ivo was not sure, so he did not act rashly. Listening silently to Ames telling the truth.

Emers glanced at Ivo, "That group of mages gave us a vicious blood curse, elemental aversion, soul weakness, and... infertility."

Ivo glared, and couldn't help but ask: "Is what is written in the alchemy handbook true? Then how were the Mimic's descendants born? And why did you fabricate the fragility of young children?"

Emers did not answer, but continued talking by himself, "The mages in the clan were close to death within a few days, and only Lilylin was left alive. How could I watch her die, so Gregor and I reached an agreement A deal…”

"Wait a minute!" Ivo said in surprise: "Didn't Gregor get bitten to death by you?"

"We stole the Mimic's transformation circuit. Only Gregango understands this thing. Do you think I won't leave a way out?" Emers said calmly, "It just so happened that one of my transformations had several stomach pouches. I swallowed Gregangor in one gulp and captured him alive. The humans did not find Gregangor's body, which was one of the reasons why they panicked."

"After the curse was issued, Gregon saw our miserable state, so he was willing to give us a life-saving technique on the condition that we let him go. Three vicious curses wanted to destroy the Mimics. For the sake of the clan, Gregon and I As a result, a trade contract was concluded and life-saving technology was obtained..."

As he spoke, Ames took out a black crystal ball and looked directly into Ivo's eyes, "The name of this technology is...soul grafting!"