My universe in a bottle

At this time.

Wharton is getting older and older as he sits on the throne, and may be dead soon.

Breaking the crystal core is a painful trick. It is originally a broken source. It is already very good to survive for one or two years.

But one or two years is better than being pushed off the throne immediately.

But time flies by, and in just one year, civilization has completely entered the era of golden explosion.

Wharton has a great ambition to sacrifice for the world, and a selfless spirit. The broken crystal seeds are spread all over the world, and all the powerful people use them to cultivate them among the abyss beasts.

A large number of giant beasts are kept in captivity and are called monsters.

A pseudo-crystal core was cultivated in the body. Because it was incompletely broken, artificially cultivated, and defective with imperfect functions, it was called a magic core.

Various scepters, crowns, and necklaces inlaid with magic cores have turned the entire wizarding era, which seemed gaudy and gaudy, into a Gatling spell per capita, bombarded with indiscriminate spells!

"This is the age of mages!"

In the tavern, someone shouted, "We rise!"

It was originally a version of warriors, but now times have finally changed, and flashy wizards have finally begun to rise.

"No, this is the era of the necromancer!"

Someone is standing on top of the Skeleton Knight.

Nowadays, colleges of the undead have been established one after another, and many people are clamoring and even parading on the streets, riding giant skeletal beasts and running rampant.

In the Academy of the Undead, a group of talented undead wizards emerged, and the six apprentices were even more amazing.

They are not Wharton. They are the most qualified undead geniuses of this era. The skeleton babies they built are extremely lethal.

They are called the Six Undead in the elven world. They regularly lead a group of college students to attack cities in the elven land, and even capture elves and human slaves and send them to auctions.

"We are the strongest war machine!"

"Other schools are all cults!"

The power of the genre started by Wharton is growing day by day.

Some students even built a statue in the Academy of the Dead.

The god of the dead, Wharton!

Holding a book called Ceremony of the Dead, with half of the crystal core on his forehead broken, this old man wearing a wizard's robe looked up at the sky with his sharp eyes like an eagle.

It has never happened before that for a great monarch who ruled the world during his lifetime, the world would erect a monument for him for future generations to pay homage to.

Even the elven land next door only started to build tombstones in this mortal land after Herodotus left, when his old father died.

But Wharton is special.

Burning lives drives the times.

His life is short.

The impressions of the world are all: a pure king who is selfless and pursues the truth, the ancestor of the undead lineage.

With his reforms one after another, his prestige reached the peak of this abyssal era. The crowd cheered and even had a statue erected in his lifetime.

Some rational wizards secretly feel that they have a big problem:

"These fanatics are too exaggerated and worship people as gods. This is a direct and covert comparison with Herodotus."

"Yeah, but let them be."

"This necromancer is indeed the strongest system today, but how can the emperor of the earthly era be on the same level as the innate creation gods?"

That's Herodotus, how can he compare? How dare they compare themselves to ordinary people?

The fierce person who opened the door of truth and broke through three realms in one breath, even Elise, the master of the three abyss who had burned the lives of the people on the earth and opened the door of truth, was far from his level.

Only then did people realize that it was not the Gate of Truth that was stronger, but Herodotus.

However, they don’t want to interact with these fanatics.

Communicate with them and their IQ will be brought to the same level.

At the height of the sun, if you talk nonsense, you will definitely be beaten.

Another one is:

They also guessed that Wharton was indeed close to passing away, so they ignored him.

After all, the height he is at and what he has done is indeed worthy of admiration.

Compared with some madmen in the history of Abyss, he can really be called the real first wise king of Abyss.

In fact, all major combat powers have already surpassed Wharton's true genius of the era, and these careerists also admire him in their hearts:

"He should die. This will also pave the way for a more glorious future for me to rule in the future."

"I can wait for him, and when his short era is over, let civilization advance significantly and pave the way for me to reach the top."

The lifespan of survival is only a few years.

For their current life span of hundreds of years, it is simply too short, and it is not that they cannot afford to wait.

Although the monarchs of previous eras also lived long lives, none of them died.

But now, everyone is secretly developing strength.

When this aging king, a flash in the pan, fell, it was the moment when they broke out and reached the top of the era of hegemony and became the Great Emperor of the Abyss!

When Wharton started the era, many people followed suit and continued to study the structure of the magic core.

Someone discovered.

The extraordinary beast was implanted with crystal core fragments, and it actually reached the speed of ordinary gold-level experts, reaching 33 times, which is three times that of ordinary mortals.

Because it became three times faster, and its movements were swift and ferocious, a large number of attacks on people began to occur in ranches everywhere.

A wizard came to the ranch and began to research and record reports.

"You actually have such speed?"

"It's surprising! Implanted with a magic core, it actually has a trace of this level of power!"

"However, it comes at the cost of burning lives. They are just our training tools, implanting the magic core and digging out the magic core."

They started dissecting and taking samples.

Strict supervision began to be implemented in various places. There were even chambers of commerce that specialized in cultivating magic cores and selling weapons. Under strict management, attacks on people on the ranch rarely occurred.

However, some crazy abyss wizards made a suggestion:

"These monsters are so fast. How about we transplant the magic core into the slave. Not only will the combat effectiveness become stronger, but after death, the cultivated magic core can also be dug out."

This is killing two birds with one stone.

You can work faster while alive, and you can dig out the cultivated magic core after death.

Secretly, many people started research.

They call this plan, the equal livestock of Warcraft, called Demon!

This kind of demon was forcibly planted with crystal seeds. Although its speed increased to 33 times, its potential was basically exhausted.

The magic core is draining their vitality and potential all the time.

Even the city lords and rulers of some cities saw huge benefits in it, and even made outrageous actions:

All the people in the territory are connected to the crystal seeds.

And promote it to the people that this is a treasure that will make your reaction speed and life speed faster, and make you stronger.

Many people in remote areas actually believe it.

"I do feel that I have become stronger after being inoculated with the magic core!"

"Yes, I used to be able to deal with the winter wild beast attack outside the village by myself. Before, I had to go to the guild and ask for silver-level mercenaries to dispatch."

"I heard that only a gold-level being who suppresses a city can give birth to a perfect crystal core. There is a incomplete one in front of me. Doesn't it belong to a half-gold-level powerhouse?"

This chaos is getting bigger and bigger.

Seeing Wharton sitting on the throne, he already felt that he was at the end of his life and was about to leave, and he suddenly felt fear.

"How could this happen? How could this happen!"

"As society continues to progress, another era of slavery is born?"

Wharton started to panic, which was not very merciful.

His fear came from the temple warrior god inlaid on the crystal wall with the world-destroying crystal sword in his hand.

Now, it's the slave era that he hates so much.

If he wakes up and sees that the human world is filthy again, this ancient existence may be destroyed!

He was so scared that his scalp was numb.

He wanted to leave a name in history, rather than lead his own era to be destroyed.

He was so frightened that his life was extended a little. He felt that he had to hold on for a while to deal with this matter before dying.

Otherwise, this reputation will turn into infamy.

So he issued a decree:

"Ban the magic core and implant it into the common people!"

pity

Backfired.

Although it is banned on the surface, some people still continue to study it behind the scenes.

This seems to be the wave of the times and the inevitable trend of history. His decree cannot stop it at all, but it is getting worse and worse.

As a capitalist, he knows better than anyone that 300% profit can make people risk their lives.

"The demons of this earth, these slaves, will soon become the next Tukashi, wielding a knife at the top." He sighed in his heart.

And right now.

Wharton suddenly looked towards the sky and discovered an incredible scene!

The huge holy coffin nailed to the vast crystal wall, the huge translucent ancient figure with the holy sword in his hand, slowly opened his eyes.

The eyes of that ancient and vast figure flowed, overlooking the entire earth, as if seeing the tyrannical era again: "The world is filthy again."