my universe in a bottle.

At this time.

Wharton was getting older sitting on the throne, and maybe he was dying.

Cracking the crystal nucleus, this bitter trick, is to break the source, and it is already very good to live for a year or two.

But a year or two is better than being pushed down from the throne immediately.

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

Wharton has a big heart to sacrifice for the world, and a great spirit of selflessness. The broken seeds are spread all over the place, and all the powerful people are used to cultivate them in the giant beasts of the abyss.

A large number of behemoths are raised in captivity and are called Warcraft.

A pseudo-crystal nucleus is cultivated in the body, because it is incomplete, broken, artificially cultivated, and the function is not perfect, and it is called a magic nucleus.

All kinds of scepters, crowns, and necklaces inlaid with magic cores have completely turned the entire gaudy wizard era into a per capita spell gatling, bombarded indiscriminately!
"This is the age of mages!"

In the tavern, someone shouted, "We have risen!"

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

"No, this is the era of necromancers!"

Someone stood on top of the skeleton knight.

Now that undead academies have been established, many people are clamoring, even parading in the streets, riding giant skeleton beasts, and running rampant.

And in the academy of the dead, a group of talented necromancers emerged, and the six apprentices were even more amazing.

They are not Wharton, they are the most qualified undead geniuses of this era, and the baby skeletons they built are extremely lethal.

They are called the Six Undeads by the elf world. They regularly lead a group of college students to attack cities in the elves' land, and even capture slaves such as elves and humans and send them to auctions.

"We are the strongest war machine!"

"Other genres are cults!"

The genre power that Wharton started is growing stronger day by day.

Some students even built a statue in the Undead Academy.

God of the dead, Wharton!
Holding a Book of the Undead in his hand, half of the crystal nucleus on his forehead was shattered. This old man in a wizard's robe looked up at the sky with sharp eyes like an eagle.

It has never happened before that a monarch who ruled the era, when he ruled the world during his lifetime, the world actually erected a monument for him for future generations to look up to.

Even in the land of elves next door, tombstones began to be erected in this mortal land after Herodotus left, when the old father died.

But Wharton is special.

Burning life promotes the era.

Fate is coming soon.

The impression of the world is all: the selfless, pure king who pursues the truth, the ancestor of the undead lineage.

One by one of his reforms, his prestige reached the peak of this abyss era. The crowd cheered, and even asked people to erect a statue for him during his lifetime.

Some rational wizards secretly feel that their heads are big:

"These fanatics are too exaggerated. They worship people as gods. This is a comparison between Herodotus."

"Yes, but let them go."

"This necromancer is indeed the strongest system today, but how can the emperor of the earth age be at the same level as the innate creator gods?"

That's Herodotus, how can it be compared?How dare they compare with ordinary people?
The murderer who opened the door of truth and broke through three realms in one breath, even the three masters of the abyss, Elise, who burned the lives of the common people on the earth and opened the door of truth, are far from his level.

Only then did people know that it is not the door of truth that is strong, but Herodotus.

However, they don't want to communicate with these fanatics.

Communicating with them, IQ will be pulled to the same level by him.

At this moment, the sky is in full swing, and if you talk nonsense, you will definitely be beaten.

Another one is:
They also guessed that Wharton was indeed close to dying, so they ignored it.

After all, his height and actions are indeed worthy of admiration.

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

Even the real geniuses of the era whose combat effectiveness has already surpassed Wharton, these careerists also admire in their hearts:

"He should die, and it is also paving the way for a more brilliant future for my reigning era."

"I can wait for him, and when his brief era is over, civilization will be greatly advanced, paving the way for me to reach the top."

The lifespan of survival is only a few years.

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

Although the monarchs of the previous eras also lived a long life, none of them died.
But now, everyone is secretly breeding strength.

When this aging king falls short-lived, it is the moment for them to break out and ascend to the top of the Abyss Emperor in the era of fighting for hegemony!

While Wharton opened the era, many people continued to study the structure of the magic core.

Someone found out.

The supernatural beast implanted with crystal nucleus fragments has actually reached the speed of ordinary gold-level powerhouses, reaching 33 times, three times that of ordinary mortals.

Because of the three times faster speed, swift action, and ferocious brutality, a large number of incidents of people attacking people began to appear in pastures everywhere.

A wizard came to the ranch and started researching and recording reports.

"There is such a speed?"

"It's amazing! After implanting the magic core, there is even a trace of power of this level!"

"However, at the cost of burning life, they are just our training tools, implanting the magic core, and digging out the magic core."

They started dissecting, sampling.

Everywhere began to be strictly monitored, and even chambers of commerce appeared, specializing in cultivating magic cores and making weapons for sale. Under strict management, attacks on ranches rarely occurred.

However, some crazy abyss wizards made a suggestion:
"These monsters are so fast. Why don't we transplant the magic core to the slaves, not only the combat power becomes stronger. After death, we can also dig out the cultivated magic core."

It kills two birds with one stone.

It can work faster during life, and can dig out the cultivated magic core after death.

Secretly, many people started research.

They call this kind of plan the equivalent animal husbandry of Warcraft, and call it Demon Man!
This kind of demon was forcibly planted with crystal seeds. Although the speed became 33 times faster, the potential was basically exhausted.
The magic core is draining their vitality and potential all the time.

Even, some city lords and rulers of the city saw huge benefits in it, and even made a move that angered everyone:

The people in the territory are all connected to the crystal seed.

And publicize to the people that this is a treasure that makes your reaction speed and life speed faster and stronger.

Many people in remote areas believe it.

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

"That's right. I was able to deal with the winter beast attack outside the village by myself. Before that, I needed to go to the guild and ask silver-ranked mercenaries to dispatch."

"I heard that only a gold-level existence that suppresses a city can breed a perfect crystal nucleus. I have a broken one in front of me. Doesn't this belong to a half-gold-level powerhouse?"

This chaos is getting bigger and bigger.

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

"How can this happen? How can this happen!"

"Society continues to progress, and another era of slavery is born?"

Wharton started to panic, which wasn't too merciful.

His fear came from the Templar Valkyrie inlaid on the crystal wall holding the world-destroying crystal holy sword.

Now, it was the era of slavery that he hated so much.

If he wakes up and sees that the human world is filthy again, this ancient existence may perish!
He was so scared that his scalp went numb.

He wants to leave a mark in history, not lead his own era to be destroyed.

He was so frightened that he even extended his life a little bit, and felt that he had to hold on for a while, deal with this matter, and then die.

Otherwise, this prestige will become infamy.

So he issued a decree:

"Prohibit the magic core and implant it among the common people!"

unfortunately
Backfired.

It is banned on the surface, but there are still people who continue to study behind the scenes.

This seems to be the tide of the times, the inevitability of history, and his decrees can't stop it at all, but it's getting worse and worse.

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

"The demons of this land, these slaves, will soon become the next Tukashi, swinging their knives at it." He sighed in his heart.

And right now.

Wharton suddenly looked to the sky and found an unbelievable scene!
The huge holy coffin nailed on the vast crystal wall, and 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 of that year again: "The world is filthy again."