Demon Royal Family

How strong are adult Mimics?

Ivo couldn't see the end of the Mimic's potential. He only devoured the bloodline for the first time and already had the potential to surpass most geniuses. So what heights would he reach in the second and third time?

The Mimic is the war machine of the Age of Darkness, able to reverse even large-scale wars.

A tenth level strong man?

That's just the lowest level of Mimicry!

What was displayed in front of him was a one-sided battle with no aftermath and no energy. All the escaped power was firmly locked by the Black Lion.

The confrontation between the black lion and the hill-like knight, the unknown strength and the eleventh-level heraldic knight.

Every silent impact beat a drum in Ivo's heart, like a sinister mime.

Ivo murmured: "It's... terrible."

…

Rhodes led thousands of guards from Liema Town to support the lord together with the mercenaries of the Hurricane Regiment led by Stonehoof.

Nafi sat on Nebuldan in the air, looking for Ivo. She soon discovered the bumpy battlefield, and the worry in her heart rose to the most intense level, urging the Frost Dragon to land.

After Nebuldan stopped, Nafi hurriedly jumped down and ran towards Ivo, who had his back turned to her. After running only a few steps, she stopped and looked at the center of the battlefield in disbelief.

Rhodes, Stonehoof and a large number of soldiers from Liima Town arrived. After they were ready to fight and saw the scene on the scene, the burning fighting spirit in their hearts was extinguished by a trembling like cold water. They trembled all over and were stunned. Looking at the scene in front of me.

Mosek was half kneeling on the ground. His hill-like figure made Mosek as tall as Ivo even when he was kneeling.

Mossek held the lance, which was stuck in the soil. His breastplate was deeply dented, and blood flowed out quickly from the broken armor, dripping to the ground and turning into a pool of blood. His burly body seemed to A dead rock, without the sound of a heartbeat.

Level 11 heraldic knight, guardian of the Baria royal family, "Mountain" Mosek, died in battle!

His eyes focused on Ivo. The lord's cloak was slowly fluttering in the cold spring wind, and Ivo's back was as straight as a pine tree.

Ivo was the only one on the field.

"What...is going on?!" Rhodes said in shock.

It was difficult for everyone to understand. Although they knew that Ivo was very strong, their opponent was a level 11 expert. They could not believe that Ivo had killed Mosaic.

Ivo waved his hand and said: "Take his body down and keep it well."

After swallowing, Rhodes woke up the stunned guards, followed the order, and moved Mosek's body away.

Nafei stepped forward with worried and complicated eyes, "Are you okay?"

Ivo smiled and said, "The problem is solved, don't worry."

Nafei nodded and hesitated, wanting to ask Ivo how he did it, but she understood that Ivo would tell her if he wanted to say something, so she pursed her lips and didn't ask any more questions. In fact, she could guess it. Probably, there must be other strong men standing behind Ivo, acting as guards. She didn't know how many secrets Ivo was hiding from her, so she didn't ask.

The feeling Ivo gave him became more and more unfathomable.

After everyone was gone, the black lion reappeared.

Ivo took a deep look at the Black Lion. Just as others felt about him, he felt that the Black Lion was equally unfathomable.

Black Lion took out a communication badge and threw it to Ivo, "If you are in danger in the future, use this to contact me. I will not leave until the war is over."

"It looks like you're quite free." Ivo put away his badge.

"War is full of opportunities. In addition to protecting you, I also have the mission of collecting treasures. Although we have dozens of secret treasures, the more wealth, the better."

"Do you need me to provide some?" Ivo asked.

"No, your resources are not enough to support yourself." Black Lion showed no mercy.

Ivo scratched his head in embarrassment. He was preparing to build a city, but resources were indeed somewhat tight.

Black Lion didn't like to talk too much, so he turned around and left after a few words.

…

Aiweier waited silently, and as time passed by, the anticipation in her eyes gradually dimmed.

The food delivery port under the door opened, and a simple piece of rye bread and water was delivered.

Awell's eyes were numbly focused on the food, his eyes like the surface of a dead lake.

Everything calmed down.

The last trace of luck in her heart also disappeared.

…

Mosek's death caused violent turmoil in Bahria's upper echelons.

The calls for negotiations are getting louder and louder, and the main war faction headed by Aiweier is silent. The old and frail King of Baria is inclined to negotiate. He wants to exchange his captured daughter back. The order is passed to the front line, and the Baria people An envoy was sent to contact King Rasese, but was told that Awell was a prisoner of Ivo.

The King of Baria hurriedly asked the envoy to contact Ivo, but he was refused any Barian people from entering the Harricon defense line for fear of killers, which made the King of Baria very anxious.

Ivo's unclear attitude worried King Barea.

Time passed and March entered, and the war in Lasces entered a long stalemate.

…

A child was running on the street. He was wearing a simple linen cotton coat, and his messy flaxen curly hair swayed as he ran. He crossed several streets, entered the doorway of a stone alley next to the market, and trotted forward in the dark market corridor.

The town structure is complex, and the market corridors are as complex as a maze, extending in all directions and reaching different streets, and there are some homeless people sleeping in them.

The child passed over the sleeping homeless man wrapped in cotton clothes and came to a corner with a candle. In the dim candlelight, he could see a table in the corner, covered with dust.

The child took out a crumpled piece of paper from his arms, put it on the table, and blew out the candle. The surrounding area was dark and dead, except for the sound of the tramp's breathing.

In the darkness, a hand patted the child's shoulder and placed a few berners coins and candies in the child's hands. The child received the reward and left happily.

After a while, the candle was lit again, the paper on the table was gone, and there was no sleeping homeless man in the corner.

The crumpled piece of paper passed through several channels and arrived at a beautiful white nanmu table. The lights in the room were bright.

There are a dozen more such crumpled papers on the table.

This is Gavin's room.

Gavin read all the papers, sorted out the contents, made a copy, came to the lord's longhouse, and handed it to Ivo.

These are all intelligence, ranging from news about the war to the content of a conversation between a certain town citizen.

This is the intelligence network of the Hurricane Regiment.

The war is full of opportunities. Countless Lassese refugees gather in the territory, mixed with dragons and snakes. The Hurricane Corps secretly infiltrates and cultivates intelligence personnel, just like a crumpled fishing net. When the war is over and the refugees leave, this fishing net will spread all over the world. Hokuriku.

The intelligence stated that nobles from various places in Lasses sent envoys to Harrican's defense line. These nobles had one thing in common, they all had relatives who were captured in Barea.

Ivo hummed a little song, "The fish is hooked."