Then.

Wharton sat on the throne and grew older, perhaps dying.

Breaking the crystal nucleus, this bitter meat trick, is originally the origin of shattering, and it is already very good to live for a year or two.

But in a year or two, it's better than being immediately pushed off the throne.

And the times have flown by, and in just one year, civilization has completely entered the era of golden explosion.

Wharton has a big heart to sacrifice for the world, a selfless spirit, and broken crystal seeds, which are spread all over the world, and all the powerhouses are used to cultivate them among the abyssal beasts.

A large number of behemoths are kept in captivity, called Warcraft.

In the body, a pseudo-crystal nucleus was cultivated, because it was broken and artificially cultivated, and it was a defective product with imperfect function, which was called.... Magic Core.

All kinds of scepters, crowns, and necklaces inlaid with magic cores have completely turned the entire wizarding era with bells and whistles into a per capita spell Gatling, bombarding indiscriminately!

"This is the age of mages!"

In the tavern, someone shouted, "We're rising!" ”

Originally, it was a warrior's version, but now the times have finally changed, and the wizards with all the bells and whistles have finally begun to rise.

"No, it's the age of necromancers!"

Someone stands on top of the Skeleton Knight.

Nowadays, one after another undead academies have been established, and many people are clamoring, and even parade through the streets, riding bone monsters, and running rampant.

In the Academy of the Dead, a group of genius necromancers have emerged, and those six apprentices are even more amazing.

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

They are called by the elven world: six undead, and regularly lead a group of students from the academy to attack the city in the elven land, and even capture the elves and human slaves and send them to auction.

"We are the strongest war machines!"

"The other schools are all cults!"

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

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

God of the Dead, Wharton!

Holding a book of the Feast of the Dead, with half of the crystal nucleus shattered on his forehead, this old man in a wizard's robe, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, looking up at the sky.

A monarch of the ruling era, in the era of ruling the world during his lifetime, the world actually erected a monument for him for future generations to admire, which has never been.

Even the elven land next door began to build tombstones in this mortal land after Herodotus left, when the old father was dead.

But Wharton is special.

Burning lives drives the times.

Lives are short-lived.

The impression of the world is that he is a selfless, pure king who pursues truth, and the ancestor of the undead.

His reforms and prestige reached the peak of this abyss era, and the masses cheered, even letting people erect statues for him during his lifetime.

Some sane wizards secretly feel that their heads are big:

"These fanatics, it's too exaggerated."

"yes, but let them go."

"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 creator gods?" ()

That's Herodotus, how can it be compared? How dare they compare mortals?

The murderer who opened the door of truth and broke through the three realms in one breath, even the three abyss masters who had burned the lives of the people of the earth and opened the door of truth, Yin Lisi, were far from reaching his level.

It was then that people learned that it was not the Gate of Truth that was strong, but Herodotus.

They don't want to talk to these fanatics, though.

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

At this moment, if you talk nonsense, you will definitely be beaten.

Another one is:

They also guessed that Wharton was indeed not far from his death, so they ignored it.

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 the abyss, he can really be called the real first emperor of the abyss.

Even, the major combat effectiveness has long surpassed Wharton's true genius of the times, and these careerists also admire in their hearts:

"He should be gone, and it is also paving a more brilliant future for me to rule the era later."

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

The life span of survival is only a few years.

For their current lifespan of hundreds of years, it is simply too short to wait.

Although, the monarchs of previous eras also lived a long life, none of them died properly...

And now, everyone is secretly breeding strength.

When this aging king, the short-lived fall, is the moment when they erupt and ascend to the top of the Abyss Emperor in the era of hegemony!

And Wharton opened the era, and many people went forward to continue to study the structure of the magic core.

Someone found out.

The transcendent beast was implanted with crystal nucleus fragments, and it actually reached the speed of an ordinary gold-level powerhouse, reaching 33 times, which was three times that of an ordinary mortal.

Because it became three times faster, the action was fast, fierce and tyrannical, and a large number of attacks began to occur on ranches everywhere.

A sorcerer arrives at the ranch and begins to study and record reports.

"With this kind of speed?"

"Amazing! Implanted with the magic core, there is a trace of power of this level! ”

"However, at the cost of burning lives, they are just our cultivation tools, implanting the magic core, digging out the magic core."

They began to dissect, sample.

All localities began to be strictly guarded, and even chambers of commerce appeared, specializing in cultivating magic cores and building weapons trafficking, and under strict management, attacks on ranches rarely appeared.

However, some crazy abyssal wizards have come up with a suggestion:

"These monsters are so fast, why don't we transplant the magic core to the slaves, not only will the combat effectiveness become stronger... After death, you can also dig out the cultivated magic core. ”

It's a win-win-win-win

You can speed up your part-time job before you die, and you can dig out the cultivated magic core after you die.

Secretly, many people have started research.

They call this kind of plan, the equivalent of the beast, the animal husbandry, the... Majin!

This kind of demon was forcibly planted with crystal seeds, and although the speed became 33 times faster, the potential was basically exhausted.... ()

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

Even, some city lords and rulers of the city, seeing great benefits in it, actually made angry and resentful actions:

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

And spread the word to your people that it's a treasure that will make your reaction speed and life faster and stronger.

Many people in remote areas believe it.

"I do feel that I have been inoculated with the Demon Core and have become stronger!"

"Yes, I can solve the attack of the winter beast outside the village alone, and I still need to go to the guild and ask the silver-level mercenaries to dispatch."

"I heard that only by suppressing a city's gold-level existence can a perfect crystal nucleus be born, there is a defect in front of me, doesn't this belong to half a gold-level powerhouse?"

This chaos is getting bigger and bigger.

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

"How so? How so! ”

"Society is progressing, and another slave age is born?"

Wharton began to panic, which was not too compassionate.

His fear came from the Templar Martial God inlaid on the crystal wall with the Crystal Sword of the World-Destroying Crystal in his hand.

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

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

He was so frightened that his scalp tingled.

He wanted to make a name for himself in history, not lead his era to be destroyed.

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

Otherwise, this prestige will become infamy.

So, he issued a decree:

"Forbidden Demon Core, implanted in the people!"

Pity...

Things do not turn out the way you want.

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

This seems to be the tide of the times, the inevitability of history, and his decree cannot be stopped at all, but is becoming more and more intense.

As a capitalist, he knows better than anyone else that 300% of profits can make people lose their lives.

"The demons of the land, these slaves, will soon become the next Tukashi, wielding a knife at it," he sighed inwardly.

And right now.

Wharton suddenly looked at the sky and found an unbelievable scene!

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

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