My universe in a bottle

time flies.

Twelve years in the abyss calendar.

After Wharton passed away, the times moved forward five full years in one breath.

The era of winter has finally passed, and the warm weather has caused the earth to explode.

The entire land has completely ushered in a new era.

The various technologies left behind by Wharton have changed from military technologies to civilian technologies, and various applied disciplines have begun to flourish in wizard colleges.

"Hurry up and set up this communication tower."

A gray-robed wizard shouted from below.

Magic stations, magic vehicles on the road, and wizard towers provide wireless communications, and the entire world begins to complete the coverage of information dissemination.

The wizard's crystal ball communication has gradually replaced the original messenger bird communication, and has completely begun to cover all places.

Boom, boom, boom!

"Who's knocking on the door? Is it little Tal downstairs? Come to me to learn witchcraft again?"

In the streets and alleys, a silver-robed wizard and several gray-robed wizards knocked on the door and showed their identification: "Black Shield City Third Guards, register the population, please cooperate."

"Oh, I've heard about you." The woman in the room was quite cooperative.

Several wizards entered it and saw a golden badge in the living room, which was the symbol of a gold-level profession. They immediately said respectfully: "Who are you?"

"Oh, that badge belongs to my old man, the vice president of Chimik College."

"It turns out to be that one!"

Everyone stood in awe, and the silver-robed wizard who took the lead said, "I was once his student, and I never imagined that this person lived such a miserable life."

Several wizards were amazed and looked around the living room.

"My old man's money has been used to study various projects." The woman was a little dissatisfied, "Isn't it registration?"

Magic badges that identify people's origins begin to appear.

These are all kinds of information left by Wharton back then. A sound social mechanism began to operate, and infrastructure began to cover the entire land.

Becoming a real wizarding world.

And their king, Proeus, stood at the pinnacle of the golden rank, and his powerful thunder spell was still unfathomable.

As the most powerful person on the earth, the terrifying power of the Thunder Fairy makes people feel the pressure of an aura as deep as the sea, and anyone who gets close will be numbed by the electric arc in the air.

"I have a feeling that now, five years later, Proeus has completely reached his peak."

"He alone may be able to challenge the entire abyss of gold professionals. The power of thunder is the power of the ancient gods, and it ignores the weak numbers at all."

"Hey, the Thunder Fairies are indeed the strongest race! The race left behind by our first mother, Elise, had it not been for the low fertility of this race and the low survival rate of infants, we would have been out of business for a long time."

"This is the innate difference in racial values! How can a wild bug that has been cultivated to the gold level be the same as a thunder fairy that has been cultivated to the gold level?"

"At the same level, the food chain still determines everything."

Many people are feeling emotional.

The racial value is too huge, it is the gap left by the creation of the gods.

Whether you are reincarnated as a pig and are raised in a pig pen and eaten, or whether you are reincarnated as a human being and become the top of the food chain, your life is destined.

However, the number of Thunder Fairy races is indeed the smallest.

The lethality of electric current is always too violent, and many children cannot control the electric current and run wild, and die suddenly.

The average survival rate for cubs is one in 100,000.

Of course.

The current rampage is also a qualification filter. Children who can survive this early stage are basically super cultivation geniuses at the level of one in 100,000.

Today's Thunder Fairy clan, despite their efforts to have children, has a population of less than a thousand.

"Now, I have completely reached my peak."

Proeus's expression suddenly changed, "I have been governing this land for five years. We cannot continue to be silent like this. Let's go to the Elf Land!"

He went to the Elf Land alone.

A terrifying battle broke out in the human royal city.

"what is that??"

"Thunder, it's the Thunder Fairy!"

Countless people saw the overwhelming thunder shining.

Another day.

They saw the same scene in the Elf Forest below the ancient Elf tree. The sky was filled with fire, and the fire burned the entire forest.

The Elf World began to declare its surrender.

The human race's Archmage Antony and the Jungle Guardian Cerideon, two of the oldest beings, were defeated.

Someone sighed: "The Thunder Fairies are indeed the most powerful clan of the era."

Someone said: "Alas, the hero of the Abyss War, the strongest bloodline of that era, the strongest mage among humans, and the strongest tree mage among elves, actually lost to the Thunder Mage!"

No one doubts the wisdom and strength of these two men.

In terms of intelligence and fighting ability, they are at the same level, there is not much difference.

But the gap in racial values ​​is too big.

Elise's Thunder Fairy is simply the ultimate product of the era of collective creation.

If you are a human mage or a tree mage, you will know who is the real father with just a flash of electricity.

Besides, ordinary electricity is fine.

People say they pull up power grids, spray wires, fly in the sky, strike in the air, weld with hand straps, all kinds of shameless things.

To defeat this kind of cheating guy, you can refer to Li Qing's fighting method.

Highly mobile?

Just put him in a small cage and shoot him with a gun. After all, the opponent is a mage with high attack and squishy skin. Otherwise, if you let him fly, the sky will chase you with electricity, and no one can stand it.

Since then, the world has been unified, and the entire land has ushered in a new era.

"Business as usual."

Proeus did not make things difficult for the Elf Land. Everything had already been in operation. It was meaningless to kill them all, and it might also lead to the ancient gods.

Thirteen years of the Abyss Calendar.

"Recover the Twelve Holy Swords and build the Abyss King City."

After the world was unified, Proeus gave orders to the world.

The huge holy swords scattered all over the place took countless strong men to work together to carry them. The twelve swords were pierced in the abyss as load-bearing pillars, and a palace was built.

"The elves and humans will also come here to govern the two worlds and become a new federation!"

At the moment when the royal city was established, Proeus began to speak:

"All our forces should be concentrated to break through the legend, instead of fighting among ourselves!"

"Look!"

"Almost every once in a while, the mysterious Aurora is knocking on the crystal wall, shaking the whole world. The terrifying crisis may come at any time."

"She has even entered our world and may be plotting secretly."

"Artabea, Herodotus, Elise, and Wharton. They each played their own role in history and explored the path rightly or wrongly on the scale of civilization that we can explore and think about."

“Their wonderful and great imagination, full of curiosity and thirst for knowledge, made us who we are today.”

"In this age of wizards with bright stars, we should pursue the truth, advance outside the world, and pay tribute to all the explorers in history."

The reputation of the king of this era has completely reached its peak.

With the development of the times, people have not developed a way to break through to legend, but wizard academies conducted joint research, and famous professors and scholars finally developed a truly mature second bloodline potion.

"With this potion, we can integrate into the second bloodline!"

"Weak clans can make up for their lack of potential!"

"The race is beginning to be balanced. We will make up for the defects the day after tomorrow!"

Countless people seemed to see the hope of defeating Proeus at the same level.

In their opinion, many people are not weak in qualifications. The reason why they cannot defeat Proeus is just because he was born well. The bloodline of the Thunder Fairy is too terrifying.

And the world gradually discovered a pattern of blood potions.

The more powerful the extraordinary race is, the lower the success rate of incorporating blood potions.

The weaker the extraordinary race's structure, the higher the success rate of integrating into the blood potion.

The Thunder Fairy clan has the lowest probability of integrating into the second bloodline.

With the new second blood potion mature, their ambitions have expanded again.

"At the height of the times, there are now tens of thousands of gold-level strong men in the abyss and the elven world! No matter how powerful he is as a king, he is just a gold-level sibling."

Someone spread this rumor, and the voice became louder and louder.

This word gradually spread, and it was obvious that there were various people with ulterior motives behind it.

The upper limit of a strong person is only that high.

Now, with the development of the times, they have all reached the same level, and the innate gap in racial values ​​can be barely made up. These young generations are bound to have their ambitions ignited.

"Proeus has made no achievements in his life. He just sits on the royal court. Six years of rule have passed without any promotion at all!"

"You know, Wharton, the Dead Skeleton Emperor, has been turned upside down within seven years of his rule. Times have changed, and various technologies have developed tremendously, but he has done nothing in six years!"

Someone was spreading in the pub.

Even various knights and skeleton mages drank and chatted in the tavern after dinner, and the more they chatted, the wider the spread.

Driven by careerists, many people began to have thoughts about that emperor. Even the common people generally believed that he just had strong fighting ability.

Since being the emperor is the same as not being the emperor, why not change someone else to be the emperor? Maybe the times can move forward faster.

at this time. The Templar clan finally made a move: "We want to challenge Proeus."

This is one of the strongest races in the entire abyss.

Their defense is extremely strong and their fighting power is terrifying. Their only shortcoming is obvious. These snails move extremely slowly.

But their slowness prevented them from becoming a true powerhouse.

After all, the reason why Tukashi was so strong back then was because he was huge and the sword he swung could directly cover the entire room, making it impossible to hide.

But today's Holy Temple clan, with such a small body, certainly cannot do this. They run out of the attack range and cannot catch up.

And when the second blood potion appeared, they knew that their opportunity had come to change the destiny of their race.

"The second bloodline is enough to change our predicament."

"No matter what blood potion is fused, it only allows us to move. We are the strongest!"

After trying again and again, the strongest Templar, Swaro, finally succeeded in merging the blood of the dragon.

His essence has changed.

It was no longer a mollusk hiding in a coffin, but turned into a tall dragon man carrying a crystal coffin on his back and holding a crystal holy sword in his hand.

"Back then, the fateful battle between the ancient ancestor Tukasi and Elise was extended by me!"

Swaro's eyes were bright red and his fighting spirit was high.

"As long as the mountain of this era, Proeus, is defeated, this land will become the Templar Kingdom!"

Swaro was full of energy and announced directly to the world that they would challenge the current Emperor of the Abyss, the supreme ruler of the two realms.

Suddenly the world was shocked.

Under the sea, in the Temple of the Abyss, Proeus's eyes were downcast, looking at the blue and transparent ocean, motionless.

"Legendary"

Proeus stopped practicing half a year ago and just looks at his fortune every day.

Some people say that this abyssal monarch has reached his limit and has not found a new path, so he can only enjoy the scenery every day.

Some people say that he is using the terrifying divine net to observe cities in the entire abyss and monitor the entire land.

"A challenge?"

Proeus suddenly murmured to himself, "These voices of resistance are the times I released. There will eventually be changes, challenges and turmoil in order to achieve the future."

He is not a wise man and is not good at research.

He knows his strength is fighting.

He is a genius in cultivation and a general of an empire.

As a general, I am not a general like Herodotus who just talks about it, but a wise man who studies various achievements across the ages.

"Fight, fight, fight, that's the only way I can help the times."

Proeus stood up and looked far away:

"My fighting power brings pressure to the entire era. If you can defeat me, then there will definitely be a stronger one in the era."

From beginning to end.

He's all chasing Walton's exploits.

The competitive spirit in his heart makes him hope to promote a stronger era.

He seemed to hear a voice in the dark: My mission in this era is to step into the legend.