Demon King

Ivo looked dazed, he had thought about many possibilities, but the truth in his father's mouth was far beyond his expectation, and there was a mess in his mind.

Your mother is the younger sister of Pioneer Ames? Isn't that the ancestor hundreds of years ago? !

And the name "sage", isn't it the author of "Greganguo's Alchemy Code"! Isn't the sage dead long ago? Even if they survived by chance, under the curse of [Soul Weakness], no simulacrum could live beyond a hundred years old!

Ivo felt that he seemed to be close to some deeply buried truths, and forced his emotions to be calm. During this time, Mok didn't say a word, obviously he would not continue until Ivo calmed down.

There were a lot of questions in my heart, and I didn't know where to ask. Ivo had complicated eyes and asked the question he cared most: "Is she... still alive?"

Mok ridiculed himself and sorrowed, and shook his head slowly.

Ivo pursed his lips, but said nothing.

Seeing his son calm down at a speed beyond his expectations, Mok secretly sighed that Ivo had grown up, he knew how to control his emotions, and became deeper. He continued, "She ran out of her life in order to give birth to you."

"Is it a dystocia?"

"No..." Mok looked at Ivo and was about to speak, when the third person's voice suddenly penetrated, "Let me do it."

Iwo turned his head back suddenly, and saw the rickety village chief who did not know when he appeared at the gate of the yard, looking at the two with indifferent eyes.

Mok's face changed drastically, he stood up suddenly, gritted his teeth and said: "Do you have to kill them all?!"

The village chief said lightly: "I just stick to my mission for hundreds of years."

The old man's neck stretched with blue veins and roared: "Ivo is the only blood descendant of our Simulator, he is your nephew!"

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

The village chief sighed and slowly straightened his waist. With this action, his breath was like a sleeping beast slowly opening his eyelids, from an ordinary old man to a strong man with an unfathomable aura like the sea Although he was less than two meters tall, his sense of oppression was even more terrifying than the original giant.

"You can call me uncle, you can call me...'pioneer' Ames Senna."

Stormy waves surged in Ivo's heart, and it was impossible to connect the person in front of him with the always amiable old man in memory. The name Emers is almost equal to the ancestor among the simulacrums, who should have died hundreds of years ago. The unexpected posture appeared in front of him, and Ivo could not calm down at all.

"What the **** is going on?" Ivo said in a difficult tone, and the memories of life in the tribe disappeared like a mirror shattering. At this moment, the whole group became extremely strange in his mind.

Mok stopped in front of the door, his tone was like a wounded beast, "I won't compromise with you again, never!"

The village chief...maybe he should be called Emers at this time, looking at Mork with a deep face, "Unfortunately, you don't have the power to stop me...just like twenty years ago."

The dispute here awakened the entire tribe. The tribesmen walked out of the house and walked behind Ames. They watched silently. They couldn't see their faces in the darkness, and could only see black shadows standing upright.

Seeing an extraordinary scene, if Ivo hadn’t been alert, he would have spent so many years in vain, summoning Methos silently, staring sharply at Ames, from Ames’ breath, Ivo knows that his winning percentage may be very small. Even with the old virtue and lava, he still can't dispel the strong sense of crisis in his heart.

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

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

Emers didn't care about the guard in Ivo's tone, and said slowly: "I will tell you everything, just as I have done for hundreds of years."

Before Ivo could answer, Emers spoke, "I know you have read "Greganguo's Alchemy Code". Since your father mentioned Lilylin, start with her."

"Lilylin is my sister. We grew up in a slum together. In that era, human lives were extremely cheap. Thousands of lives were killed every day on the battlefield of the night. No city is safe. People want to avoid the night. Three races, migration again and again. It was during one migration, Lilylin and I were captured by a human army as hard labor. Every day except eating and sleeping, we worked. Four years of insensitivity passed, in 387 years of the night calendar, I He Lililin finally couldn't bear the exploitation and oppression of the overseers and prepared to flee the army. We planned for a long time, but on the night of the escape, we broke the oil lamp by mistake, lit the barn, and burned the army’s half-year food... …Then Lilylin and I were caught back and became death row prisoners."

Emers' tone was flat and straightforward, and the past that he had been chewing for hundreds of years could no longer arouse the slightest emotion in him.

"At the time, death row prisoners were not counted as human beings, but just a code name for a resource that was used to transform into a simulacrum of a war weapon. The simulacrum conversion circuit created by Gregango had a success rate of only 10%. Low, but in practice... the success rate is infinitely close to zero. Once it fails, the converter will inevitably die."

"A thousand prisoners lined up to enter the transformation loop, like a silent death-death team. The 863 people in front of me were all dead. The corpses were taken away by the necromancers on the side. Lily and I Lin was lucky and succeeded in the end."

"But it is not worthy of joy. To be a mimetic means to be branded with a slave contract and to become a war weapon of mankind. When we have just transformed into a mimetic, we have a chance to fuse our blood. Only by training can become a war machine that makes the enemy fearful. The mages who concluded the contract supervise the exercise of the simulacrum. As long as we are lazy, the contract will be triggered and let us feel the pain of the soul."

"After three years of hellish life, we finally became a qualified war machine. I am a warrior and Lilylin is a mage. She discovered her magical talent and gradually became the first mage of the simulacra family. Named as a sage by us..."

Emerston paused, "You know the rest of the history, I will just jump right after Lilylin finished writing "Greganguo's Alchemy Code"~www.wuxiamtl.com~Ivo stared at Emmer closely. Si, he knows that the other party must have bad intentions, but he hasn't moved his hands, making him very puzzled. Ames stood at the door and blocked the way. Ivo was not sure, so he didn't act rashly, and silently listened to Ames telling the truth. .

Ames glanced at Ivo, "The group of mages has cursed us with a vicious bloodline, elemental aversion, debilitating soul, and...infertility."

Ivo stared, and couldn't help but ask: "What is written in the Alchemy Handbook is true? How did the offspring of the impersonator come into being? Why did you fabricate the fragility of the infant?"

Emers didn’t answer, and went on talking to himself, “The mage in the clan was close to extinction within a few days, and only Lilylin was lingering. How could I watch her die, so Gregango and I reached an agreement. A deal..."

"Wait a minute!" Ivo said in surprise: "Didn't Greganguo be killed by you?"

"We have taken away the metamorphic transformation circuit. Only Greganguo understands this thing. Don't you think I will be left behind?" Emers said flatly, "It just so happens that one of my transformations has several stomach pouches. I swallowed Greganguo in one bite and captured him alive. Humans did not find Greganguo's body, which is also one of the reasons that made them panic."

"After the curse was delivered, Gregango saw our tragedy, so he was willing to give us a life-saving technique, provided that we let him go. Three vicious curses wanted to destroy the Simulator. For the sake of the race, Gregan and I As a result, a transaction contract has been concluded, in exchange for life-saving technology..."

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

(To be continued.) ()

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