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A book written in the language of the mimesis?

Who is the author?

Why is it placed in the school city?

How does Black Lion know?

Why is the title of the book called "The Alchemical Codex of the Gregon Fruit"?

Geng Lei saw Ivo staring at a book he couldn't read, and wondered: "What kind of language is this, I don't know a word." ”

"I don't know. Ivo pretended to be composed, pulled out the "Alchemical Codex of the Gregon Fruit", and turned the first page.

"I left this book just to keep the last fire, the future is hopeless, this book is a trace of our existence, I only hope that one person can understand it, even if you are not a mimetic - a sage"

Ivo's eyes were inexplicably sour, and the opening introduction seemed to have blood of despair flowing between the lines, and he didn't know who the ancestor "sage" who wrote this book was, and what kind of situation he faced.

How desperate does it take to encounter the idea of "leaving a trace of existence"?

But as far as he knew, the mimesonic language had not been passed through the world at all.

Read on.

"Gregon is the Father who created us, but we are not grateful to him, the alchemical circuit of the transforming mimics, with a ninety percent mortality rate, and every candidate is a slave and death row prisoner of the Terrans.

Treat us as consumables, throw ourselves into the bloody battlefields, many compatriots die, and those who survive, chew on hatred, let the darkness breed in their hearts, waiting for the opportunity to retaliate, and I am the same.

Hundreds of years of war, stubble after stubble of mimics fell, we formed a race, we have 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 a hound......"

The words that hurt so much that they went deep into the bone marrow revealed the bloody history of the mimegranate, slaves, lowliness, behind the terrifying strength, was the helplessness and sadness of being manipulated, Ivo's face was calm, but the back of his hand was already bursting with green tendons.

The people of the tribe never used words with such anger.

"What's wrong with you?" Geng Lei's face was puzzled, and from just now, he felt that Ivo seemed to be suppressing something.

"Nothing. ”

Ivo waved his hand and continued to read.

"The principle of the Simulacrum is to transform the essence of life, like a miracle, but this ability cannot be passed on to future generations, it is only a given power, and we cannot inherit it like the blood clan and werewolves.

Amers is a genius, no one knows how he did it, he actually found a way to fuse the power of mimetic into his blood!

That day was our birth!

The mimics have truly become a race, and that power flows in the blood, like a part of the body, several times more powerful than the original, and most importantly, the blood pulse brushes away the slave contract solidified in the mimicry ability, and the human race can no longer control our life and death!

When the opportunity for revenge came, everyone embraced Ames as the patriarch, and he led us into a frenzied revenge, and I felt sickly joy in seeing the faces of our former masters turn horrified and distorted.

Amers prevented us from retaliating further, and the power of the Simulacrum made the races that rebelled against the night acknowledge our existence, and we made an alliance with them to attack the night race together.

But that's just the appearance, Amers has a deeper plan, hundreds of years of hatred, must be washed away with blood......"

Ivo thought of the memories that Lao De had shown him, and Amers led the wounded people to set up a rite of life transformation, apparently as if he had failed to take revenge.

What happened in it, is it because of the three curses that the ancestors chose to seal the clan?

The eyes of Amers in the memory of Lao De were like a monstrous fire.

He couldn't help but ask Guding in his mind, "Is this true?"

It was a long time before Gooding replied, "Hmm." ”

"Who is the 'Sage'?"

"......" Guding was silent.

Ivo asked several times, but Gooding didn't answer, and he didn't know what Gooding was thinking, so he had to keep reading.

"The source of all tragedy is Gregongo, who made us and orchestrated our fate, and he is the culprit.

Gregon is the most genius alchemist in history, and is also a rare immortal, a hybrid of high elves and humans.

As an Allied army, the Simulacrums are stationed in the camp against the Night, and claim to have only 800 men.

Three thousand, this is the true number of the mimics, most of the same people are hidden in the shadows, this is enough to change the situation.

In the Great War, Amers finally took revenge, we withdrew from the frontal battlefield, the hidden forces took action, raided the Terran camp, broke through the blockade of hundreds of thousands of Terran troops, killed a large number of their commanders, and a forbidden spell I cast, I can kill thousands, and this is just an appetizer.

Our ambitions are huge, and our true goal is only one, and that is the Shapeshifter Transformation Circle created by the Gregan Fruit!

The strong bloodline has led to a low ability to reproduce, and as long as we have a magic circle, our race can quickly grow larger!

The damn thing is that the Terran army guessed our intentions, and before we grabbed the circle, it caused a certain degree of damage to the circle, after my inspection, the integrity of the circle is fine, but the strength of the transformation has become weaker, the original mimic circle can transform any race, any individual, but after being damaged, it can only transform weak individuals, and the failure rate has increased greatly!

The materials of the Shapeshifter Transformation Circle are incomparably numerous, and all the mages of the human race have collected them together for ten years before they can barely build it, and many of these materials are unique, and it is almost impossible to repair the damage!

That's how we felt!

We killed a large number of alchemists, destroyed all information about the Shapeshifter, and Gregango was bitten to death by Ames, leaving Gregongo in a diary with his alchemy technique, the only map of the construction of the Shapeshifter's transformation circle in the world. ”

If it weren't for Geng Lei beside him, Ivo's face would have been confused now.

Three thousand?The mimetic takes revenge on the Terrans?Forbidden spells?Take away the mimetic transformation circle?

This is different from a lot of what he knows!

The pioneer Ames Senna turned out to be a raging avenger.

Why did he change so much later and choose to be a feud?

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

“......”

Silence equals acquiescence.

Ivo continued to look down with a shock in his mind, and the style below suddenly changed.

However, hatred can only breed hatred, and the washing of blood can only make the blood more intense.

By the time we realized it, it was too late.

Hatred drives us crazy and produces the most bitter bitter fruit.

Just after we took away the magic circle and destroyed the alchemy materials, the Terrans finally fought back.

Wizards, wizards everywhere!

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 that engulfs the heavens and the earth, with bitter hatred!

Battle, tragic battle!

Two thousand of our compatriots were torn to shreds, and we killed 100,000 strong men, and the rest of our people were all covered in bruises.

We began to flee, day after day, every day to experience battles.

After half a year of encirclement and interception, we finally escaped from the encirclement, thinking that the battle was over, but we underestimated the determination of the humans, their fear of the mimics, and the panic caused them by our act of snatching the circle.

The Terrans are afraid, afraid of the race they have created with their own hands.

So they went crazy and did whatever it took to get there.

The three Supreme Mages, who overdrew the mana of Terra 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 bloodline on the mimic!

[Inability to reproduce], [Elemental Aversion], [Soul Weakening]!

They want us to exterminate the race!"

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

Could it be a mistake?

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

If you can't reproduce, you can't have children!

But...... Ivo thought of the scene in Old De's memory, where the Shape-Shaper ancestors had clearly requested a deal with the demon for the sake of their fragile infants.

[Inability to reproduce] and [fragile young children], one must be wrong!

He is the descendant of the mimic, and the mimic has been passed down for hundreds of years, and it is impossible for [inability to reproduce] to be established.

Was it written incorrectly, or did the ancestors misunderstand?

Even ...... author of "The Alchemical Codex of the Gregan Fruit" deliberately made a mistake to mislead the reader?

Can this book still be believed?

Ivo was completely confused.

The whole time, Gooding was silent, not answering Ivo's questions, not knowing what he was thinking.

(To be continued.) )