my universe in a bottle

"Dead Skeleton Emperor Vorton, dead!"

The entire land and the thousands of races in the abyss were all shaken by it.

No one thought that before he died, he actually developed the "Magic Core Meditation Idea", and handed over the butcher's knife to kill the strong for those enslaved demons.

Even some abyss nobles find it incomprehensible.

This man sacrificed his life to do something that was of no benefit to him regardless of the cost.

And soon, the three thousand abyss wizards on the front line stopped attacking the elf land, but turned back.

If I don't go back, my hometown may be gone.

When they came back here, they saw the whole land cheering.

"Wharton!"

"Wharton!"

"Wharton!!"

Countless people cried out in pain. In the two-story civilian buildings on both sides of the street, the windows and doors were opened, and the people were shouting his name, which was as spectacular as a busy city.

The devil, the monster, can really start to practice!

The magic core no longer completely absorbed their vitality and potential, but only absorbed half of them, and their cultivation speed slowed down by half, so they were no longer hopeless.

And the magic core planted in the head has absorbed half of the power, and can also control and exert some power.

"Times are about to change!"

The goblin king, Prouss, was a little confused.

They didn't expect that Wharton behind them would give them such a surprise when they attacked the elf land.

He returned to his palace, carried out the turmoil in the city below, and kept thinking:

"I used to slaughter all over the land and enslave the common people with the nobles and the strong, because it was a general trend, and I knew it was irresistible, so I entered the general trend and was not eliminated by the times."

"But now, this is also a big trend!"

There are too many demons and monsters rising everywhere.

They have broken free from the shackles of slavery, and with the power to resist, they are bound to be stronger than the waves.

Those nobles who enslaved the common people and extracted the magic core will be overthrown sooner or later.

"If I don't leave, I will die."

The goblin king, Prouss, knew that the world was turning against him.

This day, I found a substitute, and I got away secretly. I took off a gorgeous magic core robe and magic core walking stick, and came to live in a small building for civilians.

"That guy."

The Fairy King Prous sighed deeply, and offered a glass of malt wine to Wharton, the king of skeletons:

"I should have thought a long time ago that that guy can break the crystal nucleus and benefit the world, and he can also take this step and sacrifice his life."

the other end.

Bone Mage Beloise also disappeared secretly.

"He has only ruled the era for seven years, and the entire common people will remember him with their lives."

Beloise, who once challenged Wharton and felt that he was not qualified, was finally convinced.

Even if he overthrew himself, this enemy gave him a fatal blow, but he still couldn't hate him.

He also admired this kind of abyss emperor who purely pursued the truth and benefited the times.

"Wharton! You are the king of the times!!!"

Bellows faded away from his aristocratic identity, disguised as a protester who supported Wharton, held a big banner on the street, shouted for change and resistance, and overthrew the aristocratic class on high.

"Wharton! You deserve to be honored by the times!"

He poured into the crowd and paraded through the streets.

He even became the leader of a revolutionary army, leading the people to shout loudly:
"It is undeniable that the creator gods have paid a lot for the times."

"From the germination of the first single cell, to the sea tribe in the underwater era, to the complete life on the land, the creator gods opened the greatest exploration for the people on the ground, from the cradle of life to the extraordinary age! "

"And you are still unique, the first king of our human age!"

"Our great monarch! With a mortal body, you are comparable to the gods of creation, and your achievements in opening up the era are as magnificent and admirable as the gods. You should erect a monument like the gods and leave your name in future generations!"

They sang and the people cheered.

In the central squares of each abyssal city, a statue of the Skeleton Emperor was re-established.

The child sang the song aloud.

"Ah~~ Wharton has appeared, our good king, the evil nobles saw you in the palace and packed their bags in fright, scattered gems everywhere, left their wives, and fled!~~"

"Evil nobles! Enslaved the people, once discredited our king, made us spit on him, cursed him, but the dead emperor is a monarch who truly loves us, he loves us as he loves children, and treats equality, independence , powerful, bring the golden age to the entire abyss!"

"Nobles are exploiting children, but Wharton has become our real father!"

"We should inherit our father's mind, love what our father loves, and do what our father likes! Go and overthrow those evil nobles!"

They shouted together, loudly:

"Under the Father's gift, we shall walk the road of freedom!"

"Under the gift of the Father, we will walk on the road to freedom!!!"

The parade is getting bigger and bigger.

Some aristocrats who have not reacted and have no foresight, relying on their own strength and possession of dozens of magic core treasures, are still enjoying the blessings in their own palaces.

But they don't know the horror of the people, the power of change of the times, mighty and irresistible.

"Kill them!"

"Freedom! Death now, we fathers will buy our children a time of freedom!"

Raising the sickle, picking up the axe, dragging the heavy hammer, the slaves shouted.

No matter how powerful the nobles were, they were rushed to death by the endless insurgents!

boom!
They filled it with their lives angrily.

He even took off the magic core of his dead companion, turned it into his own power, and rushed forward.

Those nobles died in agony.

This day will be recorded in history forever, and a famous painting of "Resistance Day" will be passed down to later generations.

The slaves in the picture have different expressions.

Anger, happiness, ecstasy, shouting, stepping on mountains of corpses and seas of blood, holding the head of a nobleman.

become free!
We are free at last!
Looking at the picture, people inexplicably heard this cry from a distant era.

And the nobles who managed to escape ahead of time, looked at the overwhelming free movement outside, feeling lingering fear.

Wharton's reign was only seven short years, but he also established a golden age with his short life.

Reigning for seven years is already a legend that has been passed down through the ages.

In this life of Wharton, he broke the crystal nucleus for the world, opened the golden age of planting the magic nucleus, and allowed the wizard to rise completely. Before he died, he discovered his fault, caused a catastrophe, and made atonement for himself.

"He can be called the weakest monarch in history, but no one overthrew him, the people respected him, the nobles feared him, and the kings dared not seize power. It was a miraculous era."

"Exchanging his own life for the future of an era, he is a truly pure monarch, illuminating the future path for the era, at least, we can't do it."

"No matter what, in this era, after a thousand years, perhaps no one will remember who the Abyss Emperor who will be enthroned in the next era is. We nobles who are vying for the throne, no matter who is the winner of the next era, we have already lost in front of him. !"

"That's right, even if the next generation of monarchs rule for a thousand years, they can't compare to the seven years he left in the hearts of the people!"

The nobles who hide in the dark, the abyss mages, have complicated hearts after all.

At first, everyone thought that it was the era of a short-lived monarch, and when he passed away, he would definitely replace him!
But he didn't expect that in just a few short years, he would reach this level, and there would be no possibility of defeating him again.

"We can't win against a dead man!"

Some abyss mages who had been friends with each other hibernated and got drunk at the wine table in the secret room, filled with emotion.

Everyone has to admit it.

This is a monument, ephemerality means splendor, and a flash in the pan always makes people feel yearning. His story must be passed down through the ages.

After this year.

The worst war of all time broke out.

The fight lasted seven months.

Every day, strong men who competed for the kingship fell.

Prouss, the strongest goblin king of the era, finally flattened the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, and ascended to the throne. Perhaps it belonged to him from the beginning.

He is the strongest of his time.

"But so what if I am the strongest? What if one person suppressed the entire era?"

He was sitting on the throne of the abyss, this king of elves quietly looked up at the sky, he always felt that he had missed something, was missing something.

Become this king, leaving regrets.

"Perhaps, we lost at the beginning." Beloise, who failed to seize the king, became the court archmage, turned his head, and looked at the sky that had opened the door of truth.

"maybe."

The abyssal monarch of the new era on the throne, Prouss slowly closed his eyes and murmured, "What a pity, what a pity."

After all, no one knows what the new king is regretting.

Perhaps it was a pity that they attacked the elf land, and they were defeated in the end. Wharton forced them to come back urgently to slow down the wave of war for the elf land.

And Prouss did not go against public opinion, and even took the initiative to establish various teaching materials in the academy, making Wharton a legendary figure in history.

He deserves to be selfless all his life, just to open up the times.