My universe in a bottle

Times are changing rapidly.

The demon completely spread.

This is a golden age of gold mining, but also a bloody era of demons.

There is almost no life on the earth that flows at a normal speed. All life flows at 33 times the speed. The people have been implanted with magic cores to drain their life force.

Some wizards have even developed a new second-generation magic core technology.

"This is magic core regeneration technology. Once the demon slave implanted with the magic core gives birth to a child, the magic core in his brain splits into a crystal seed and enters the baby."

"That's great. From now on, we won't have to implant crystal seeds one by one. We will be slaves from birth, with crystal nuclei in our heads! And we no longer have potential. We will be born as pariahs who breed crystal nuclei for us."

"They can't deduct it yet. If they do, they will die!"

"This technology was invented by the undead monarch Wharton! Thanks to the great monarch for promoting the entire golden wizard era!" A shit basin was placed on Wharton's forehead.

The demons across the land were completely furious.

"Get out, get out!"

"Wharton, the most cruel monarch in history!"

Wharton shrank when he was scolded, with a sad look on his face.

The entire civilization has begun to show faults.

It is impossible for new strong men to be born again. No matter how talented you are, you can only become a slave when you are born, be sucked dry by the cancer in your brain, and become the nourishment of the nobles.

Wharton, an unprecedented wise king, became an unprecedented tyrant.

"We will never be slaves!"

Some people even not only cursed, but even risked death to remove the magic core from their heads to express their position and never be a slave.

The people are suffering, but the high-level abyss nobles are becoming more luxurious.

"Wizards are a group of people who seek the truth!"

"We wizards have endless magic core treasures and unlimited combat power!"

The wizards on the earth have become the most prosperous group of people.

"This extraordinary era may be an advancement in history, but it is a bit too bloody."

Li Qing looked at the piece of land and couldn't help but sigh, "The fifth consciousness, the crystal core realm, should have completely begun to mature because of this."

How could things develop naturally?

Wharton thought that everything he had planned and promoted the era had turned into infamy. He did bad things with good intentions, but he faced this fate when he was dying in his later years.

In the blink of an eye, it’s another month.

However, time in the abyss flies so fast that nearly three years have passed on the land that is thirty-three times larger.

There have been too many changes in the past three years.

The wizards rose completely, were armed to the teeth, became the richest group of people in the world, and even began to counterattack the elven world.

In the elf world, they could only resist by clinging to the natural danger - the World Tunnel.

"It's so hateful."

"The new king is not strong in combat, but he didn't expect to be so cruel and powerful."

In the Great Council, countless people from the elves and humans were sighing.

They didn't know that a certain person had completely lost his power. The elves in the world thought that it was because of the implementation of his decree that the entire abyss became a demon.

In fact, this technology has gradually spread here, and has been planted in the brains of beasts by some humans and elves to obtain magic cores.

Although a ban has been issued, it seems that sooner or later some ambitious people will be planted in people's brains and become slave demons.

"The demonic disaster is sweeping across us, and I'm afraid we won't be spared either." They sighed.

"Hey, this era is getting more and more terrifying."

"Unexpectedly, the crystal core, a treasure, the energy crystal core condensed by life, actually caused the whole world to change like this. In order to greedily obtain defective crystal cores, they were planted crazily!"

The abyss today is too terrifying and powerful.

They don't have many abyss mages, but every one of them is unimaginably terrifying.

One man is against a thousand troops. Even if he carries the strongest shield to resist, he will be destroyed alive by their large number of spells.

Mage turrets per capita.

This war lasted for several months in the blink of an eye.

In fact, the front lines began to collapse, a large number of cities were lost, and the people were enslaved, planted with crystal cores, and began to be brought back to the abyss.

At first, the humans and elves could only struggle to hold on under the World Tree and hold on to the last land.

"Surrender!"

"The abyss will rule this land!"

These three thousand wizards are not many in number, and they carry magic core magic weapons extracted from the entire world. Each one of them is terrifying.

However, at this moment, when the base behind the abyss was empty, the infamous monarch Wharton, who was even said to be dead, suddenly sent out a message again.

"I am about to die soon. I will open the door of truth and find a future for the demons in the world."

As soon as these words came out, those abyss nobles just felt that they were joking.

In the current abyss land, all living beings are being herded, and they are being spawned crazily. One batch of weeds are cut and another batch is cultivated. The number of deaths should be enough to open the door to truth.

However, only the souls of all sentient beings must believe in you and worship you to help you open the door to truth.

Nowadays, the world is notorious, and the door of truth cannot be opened.

At first, everyone thought so, until this moment, people looked at the sky.

"What's going on? Door of Truth."

"He really turned on!"

"Impossible! It should be the spit of all living beings!"

"Is he sure? How is it possible?? This is the way this era is!"

On the abyss, countless powerful nobles were instantly shocked.

Perhaps they should not have underestimated the man who climbed to the throne of the abyss from the beginning. His cultivation qualifications were not good, but the knowledge and wisdom in his head were earth-shattering talents. Otherwise, he would not have developed the "Crystal Seed Method".

"Thank you" Wharton said silently in his heart.

If it weren't for the Templar God of War, who secretly helped him lead some dead souls, and listened to his explanation, he wouldn't have been able to gain the trust of those dead souls.

"I hope you can do it." The voice was cold.

"I'll do it."

Wharton sighed.

I feel that a lot of wisdom is pouring into my head, and with the help of countless dead souls, my thinking breaks through the thirty-three and enters some mysterious time and space.

It's just a pity that his qualifications are mediocre and his utilization rate is really low.

But for him, he was already prepared, but it was enough.

"I want to open up a method for this world and improve the third version of the magic core."

Crash.

He rode a bone dragon and soared in the sky, and the terrifying momentum was gathering.

This old man said to the earth:

"I want the demons implanted in the demon core to not be completely drained of their potential. Although there are side effects, they can still practice cultivation reluctantly. This also creates a glimmer of hope for you."

"And the magic core in the brain can be used by you reluctantly, so that it won't completely become a cancer."

He spoke to the entire abyss.

"This method is called the Demonic Core Meditation Method."

Since the greed of the capitalists cannot be changed, then the exploited lower class people can be changed.

Hang the capitalists on the ropes of the street lamps and hand them over to let the demons resist, and the forces of both parties will be balanced. Perhaps that era is the most perfect era.

He was already old, and even after opening the door of truth for a while, he was already on the verge of death. He shouted to the world: "The era is there, demons, get rid of slavery and pursue freedom!"

The word freedom has been surrounding this land for a long time.

In all the abyss cities, slave parents walked out of the streets one after another with their children in their arms, silently looking at the sky: "It turns out that we have misunderstood him all along."

In the distant palace, six disciples knelt on the ground and burst into tears.

Seven years into the Abyss, Wharton, the first king of the mortal era, was like a flash in the pan during his reign. He fell in order to open the door to truth, and at the same time opened the prelude to a great and true golden age!