The times gradually returned to peace.

The Golden Age also broke out completely.

The demons, who are in their prime, begin to re-study their own structure.

The era began to be divided into two races, the races without magic cores and the races with magic cores, each with the potential to reach the top.

Magic Core Species:

Born with a magic core, thirty-three times the speed, but the early potential is strong, and the late potential is weak....

Because of the fact that there is a broken crystal nucleus by nature, it limits the future, and it is very difficult to break through the complete five senses and condense the complete crystal nucleus.

Non-Demon Core:

The race of the old era, ten times faster, had weak combat power in the early stage, and began to exert force in the later stage, condensing the crystal nucleus, and it was relatively easy to break through.

Today's Abyss Central Academy is also known as the Academy of the Undead.

Necromancers are still one of the biggest and most popular disciplines in the land.

The young wizards in their prime, in and out of the school gate, laughed and talked about the love between lovers.

The guards are two giant skeleton knights set up, tall and mighty, with a suggestion box next to them.

When you enter the school gate, there is a central plaza.

On it stood a large statue of white bones.

It was a sorcerer, majestic and old, dressed in a black robe, holding a staff of white bones, and wearing a crown of thorny bones with six thorns on his head, but in his old body there was a powerful spirit of a lion and a giant eagle, as if his pursuit was far away from the heavens.

On the pedestal below the statue is a line of text:

Wharton, Emperor of the Dead, founder of the Central Academy of the Dead, and the ancestor of the undead.

Abyss calendar 0-7 years,

The first abyssal monarch on the earth after the Age of the Gods, reigned for only seven years, opening up the Golden Age, and the golden powerhouse who condensed the crystal nucleus was popularized, and his merits were not weaker than the ancient creation gods, and he was comparable to the creation gods with the body of a mortal.

And in the academy, in a classroom.

But there are unruly people arguing.

In the discussion class, an unruly student spoke loudly:

"I don't think Wharton deserves such great glory!"

"He is too weak to have the strength of the times!"

"If he was the combat power of a normal Abyss Emperor back then, and he suppressed the entire era alone, how could there be a slave era? How could he use his life to open the door of truth in order to save the common people? ”

The weakest in history will always be the weakness of this monarch.

However, the tutor above gradually turned cold and shouted: "You students of the new generation, have you ever thought about whether it is too ridiculous to measure the value of a life by its strength or weakness? ”

"If the monarch is just a reckless man with amazing combat power, he cannot open up such an era, and wisdom is far more important than force."

"I know that several students in the class don't want to learn wisdom, knowledge theory classes, hate boring research, just want to learn the courses of force, brute force, and killing techniques, and they claim to be the strongest!?"

"Every time this happens, I am very angry, and I want to scold you in class: brutality and force can only allow you to suppress an era, but wisdom can be passed down through the ages."

"The Emperor of the Dead promoted the slavery period of the Crystal Seed Age, allowing the greedy nobles to enslave the people, and after realizing their mistakes in their later years, they used their lives to make up for it, and devoted themselves to the whole world. ()

"Brute force can only make you know how to kill, such a monarch emperor, future generations will not give them a monument to say, and after the mission is completed, they will be annihilated in the long river of history, only wisdom can lead to the path of truth, and achieve the eternal abyss monarch!"

After that, the students were silent, and they were scolded bloody.

What's more, I have strengthened my determination to become a wise man and sage, study hard and accumulate knowledge.

After this lesson, many students walked out of the lecture hall and discussed in the corridor, most lamenting the complexity of the first mortal monarch in the history of the Abyss.

....

Twenty-six Old Micchina Street.

Silver's Night Elf Academy.

Wharton opened his eyes in the room and looked at the strange world, "It's been seven years, it's been seven years.... I actually came back. ”

In reality, only more than three months have passed, but he has been reigning for seven years in another world, perhaps for the transcendent race, the lifespan of hundreds of years is very short, and the king who has not been on the throne for a few years...

But he went through a lot and endured a lot.

And outside, some of the students in this academy, and even a few other old people, gave him a lot of help to barely get to this point.

It's a gathering of everyone's wisdom.

Whispering from the little assistant of the Magic Badge:

"I'm working for the second-level student Wharton, sorting out the contribution..."

"Promote the opening of the undead system to open up the technology...."

"A total of 172 achievements, will they be handed over to the academy?"

"Turn it in." Wharton pressed his forehead, feeling some pain.

"You get 70,000 contribution points, do you want to redeem the catalog?"

"Let's put it first." Wharton sighed.

"The last chapter you set - "The Twilight of the Bone Dragon Monarch Wharton", has been edited, and a total of 3 contribution points are consumed, do you want to upload it?" The elf assistant asked again.

"One movie a month, wait a month and talk about it later."

Wharton thought to himself that this should be the last movie, and there would be no more in the shortage.

After all, it's over for itself.

The original intention was only to give the people cognition, and at present, it has reached this level first.

"It's time for me to take a break."

He thought to himself.

During those seven years, he worked hard every day, under great pressure, and his heart was tired and bitter, which consumed too much of his mental energy.

He also found that after the body in the other world inside died, the seven years spent in it were the seven years that really consumed his lifespan!

The soul also has a lifespan, and it is also in it that the soul life span of seven years is really gone.

Of course, the harvest is also extremely rich.

As a half-elf, the experience accumulated in seven years is still there, and he is slowly breaking through to the fifth consciousness, a gold-level powerhouse.

Now when you look at the world, it's 33 times the flow rate.

Under his own super-fast perspective, the surroundings are unimaginably slow.

It's like The Flash's perspective.

"I'm only half-elf, about half of my lifespan, more than four hundred years of life.... And at thirty-three times, in the eyes of ordinary people, I probably only have my early ten years of life left, and I will die, right? ”

He couldn't help but smile a little wryly.

But he knows that it is not a loss, and in the eyes of outsiders, ten years is really more than 400 years of life. ()

It's just that at this rate of life, he is no longer a creature of the same world as a "mortal".

They're too slow.

It has even been impossible to communicate, including the students in the academy.

It is completely conceivable that I will become very lonely in human society in the future.

"Transcendent beings" and "mortals" are not in the same world at all, and even communication is laborious, like chatting to an elderly person with dementia behind his ear.

This may be the loneliness of the path to the gods, destined to pay some price.

"You have died, re-enter the other world, you need 50,000 contributions, do you want to pay?" The elf assistant makes a sound.

"Not paying."

Wharton knows what level he is, and to get to this point is already squeezing out all the strength on his side, and it would be a waste to go in again.

25,000 or 30,000 blood potions are exchanged, and the 50,000 are re-entered, which is a money grab.

has promoted a big era, and it will basically not be able to do this in the future, and 70,000 contributions can be said to be precious.

"I'm going to take a break."

He sorted out his strength.

It looks like a gold-level powerhouse with five senses, but he is a necromancer, and he doesn't have bone dragons and all kinds of skeleton babies, so he is an empty shelf.

He looked at the exchange skull materials again, and recreated the exchange catalog for the skeletal bone dragon in reality.

The astronomical amount of money he had exchanged made his head a little bigger.

Very reluctant.

"That's it, that's it, anyway, in reality, wizards still use guns to be more realistic, and casually exchange the materials of a skeleton knight to make it, and act as the façade of this secret academy of human society."

He felt that he would only be able to live in the academy's tower in the future, and the other students, and even the other old men, would be out of the modern ditch.

This is probably a side effect.

"I've got to take some time off." He was lying on the bed.

...

"The so-called traverser is nothing more than that."

When Li Qing saw this scene, he couldn't help but ponder.

"Even the modern industrial technology that is now with the earth can only go to this extent, the weakest Abyss Emperor.... In the future, we can't expect a more powerful future transcendent era, and after completely surpassing the civilization level of the earth, what heroes can the time-traveling people produce to lead the times. ”

Since the old bottom of dealing with these guys has been completely squeezed dry, you can throw it aside in the future and don't pay too much attention to it.

It's not that Li Qing wants to unload the mill and kill the donkey.

After all, most of the time it is still more indigenous and easier to use.

The so-called time-travelers to transcendent otherworlds, even the higher worlds with gods.... That is, to be proud in the online article, because the author gave them all kinds of gold fingers, otherwise they would beat the natives with their heads?

Put yourself in their shoes.

Do you really think that your IQ, ability, and talent are stronger than billions or tens of billions of people in other worlds?

And Wharton, a traverser, also has a golden finger.

Modern social science and technology, there are merits, so that he can make a pulse of skeleton machinery, and he can barely carry this era, but this golden finger is scrapped after one use.