Wharton is getting older and older as he sits on the throne, and may not be long around anymore.
Breaking the crystal core is a painful tactic, which is to break the source. It is already very good if it can 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 golden age of explosion.
Wharton has a great ambition to sacrifice for the world, a selfless spirit, and the broken crystal seeds are spread all over the world, and all the powerful people use them to cultivate them among the abyssal 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 incomplete, broken, artificially cultivated, and a defective product with imperfect functions, it was called...the magic core.
All kinds of scepters, crowns, and necklaces inlaid with magic cores have turned the entire wizarding era, which was originally gaudy, into a Gatling spell bombardment per capita!
"This is the age of mages!"
In the tavern, someone shouted, "We have risen!"
Originally, it was the version of warriors, but now times have finally changed, and fancy wizards have finally begun to rise.
"No, this is the age 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 in this era. The skeleton babies they built are extremely lethal.
They are called in the elven world: the Six Undead. 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.
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 admire.
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: selfless, a pure king who pursues the truth, and the ancestor of the undead lineage.
With each of his reforms, his prestige reached the pinnacle of this abyssal era. The masses cheered and even had a statue erected in his lifetime.
Some rational wizards secretly feel that they have a big problem:
"These fanatics are exaggerating."
"Yes, but let them do it."
"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 we compare? How dare they compare with mortals?
The fierce person who opened the door of truth and broke through three realms in one breath, even Yin Lisi, the master of the three abyss who has burned the lives of the people on the earth and opened the door of truth, is far from his level.
At that time, people realized that it was not the Gate of Truth that was strong, 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 this moment, 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 are indeed worthy of admiration.
Compared with some lunatics in the history of Abyss, he can really be called the real first wise king of Abyss.
In fact, the real genius of the era, which has already surpassed Wharton in major combat capabilities, is admired by these careerists:
"He should die, but it will also pave the way for a more glorious future for me to rule in the future."
"I can wait for him. When his short period is over, civilization will 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 they cannot afford to wait.
Although the monarchs of previous eras also lived long lives, none of them died...
But now, everyone is secretly cultivating 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 it.
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, moved quickly, and was ferocious and violent, a large number of attacks on people began to occur in ranches all over the place.
The wizards came to the ranch one after another and began to study and record reports.
"You actually have such speed?"
"It's amazing! 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 began to dissect and take samples.
Strict supervision began to be implemented in various places, and even chambers of commerce emerged to specialize 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... After death, the cultivated magic core can also be dug out."
This kills 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 husbandry of Warcraft, called...Demon!
This kind of devil was forcibly planted with crystal seeds. Although his speed became 33 times faster, his 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 vaccinated 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. This was not too merciful.
His fear came from the temple warrior god with the world-destroying crystal sword inlaid on the crystal wall.
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 frightened that his scalp was numb.
He wanted to leave his 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 the 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...
Things went counterproductive.
Although it is officially banned, some people still continue to study it behind the scenes.
This seems to be the wave of the times and the inevitable necessity 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 at this moment.
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..."
