At this moment.

Wadon sat on the throne, growing increasingly old, perhaps not long for this world.

To smash the Crystal Core, this bitter ploy, was essentially breaking the origin, surviving one or two more years would already be quite good.

But one or two years were better than being immediately pushed off the throne.

Yet as the era flew by, this short year of civilization utterly entered a golden explosive age.

Wadon had a great mind for sacrifices for the world, an unselfish and grand spirit, and shards of broken Crystal Seeds dispersed everywhere, used by the great powers to cultivate within the Abyssal Giant Beasts.

A large number of Giant Beasts were domesticated, called Demon Beasts.

Inside, they cultivated a Pseudo Crystal Core to extract, because it was defective and broken, artificially cultivated, a dysfunctional substandard product, called.... Demon Core.

Various staffs, treasure crowns, necklaces inlaid with Demon Cores made the floral and flashy Wizard Era thoroughly transformed into an era where everyone had magic Gatlings, wantonly bombing!

"This is the era of Mages!"

In the tavern, someone shouted, "We have risen!"

Originally, it was the version for warriors; now the era has finally changed, flowery wizards have finally begun to rise.

"No, it is even more the era of the Undead Mages!"

Someone stood on a Skeleton Knight.

Nowadays, Undead Academies were established everywhere, many clamoring, even parading in the streets, riding skeletal Giant Beasts, domineeringly rampant.

And within the Undead Academies, a batch of genius Undead Mages emerged, especially those six disciples, who were astonishing.

They were not Wadon; they were the most talented undead geniuses of this era, and their created skeleton babies had terrifying destructive power.

They were called the Six Undead in the Elf World, regularly leading a group of academy students to raid cities in Elf Land, even capturing elves, the Human Race, and other slaves, to be sent to auctions.

"We are the strongest war machines!"

"All other factions are cults!"

The faction power that Wadon started grew increasingly stronger day by day.

Some students even built a monument in the Undead Academy.

The God of the Undead, Wadon!

Holding an undead tome, with half of the Crystal Core shattered on his forehead, this old man draped in a wizard's robe gazed sharply like an eagle, looking up at the sky.

A Monarch Emperor ruling the era; in his lifetime, the world actually built a monument for him to be admired by future generations, an unprecedented event.

Even in the neighboring Elf Land, it was only in the mortal land after Herodotus's departure, in the era of the old father's death, that they began to erect tombstones.

But Wadon was very special.

Burning life to propel the era.

Not long for this world.

The public's impression was entirely: a pure king of selflessness, pursuing truth, the ancestor of the undead lineage.

His each and every reform, his prestige reached the peak of this Abyss Era, the crowds cheered for him, actually leading people to erect a statue for him in life.

Some rational mages, behind the scenes, felt their heads spinning:

"These fanatics exaggerate too much, worshiping people like gods, it's outright comparison to Herodotus."

"Yes, but just let them be."

"This Undead Mage is indeed the strongest system now, but how can the human-era Emperor be on the same level as the innate Creation Gods?"

That was Herodotus, how can he be compared? How dare they compare mortals?

The ferocious one who opened the Gate of Truth and broke through three realms all at once, even the three great Abyss Dominators, including Elis, who burned the life of the beings of the earth to open the Gate of Truth, couldn't reach his level.

It was then that people realized, the strength wasn't in the Gate of Truth, but in Herodotus.

However, they didn't want to communicate with these fanatics.

Engaging them would lower their IQ to the same level.

At this moment, like the sun at midday, speaking out of line would surely get a beating.

Another fact was:

They also speculated that Wadon was indeed not far from passing away, so they ignored it.

After all, the height he was at and the deeds he did were indeed worthy of admiration.

Compared to some of the madmen in Abyss history, he truly could be called the first enlightened monarch of the Abyss.

Even the true era geniuses, whose combat power had long surpassed Wadon's, those ambitious ones also respected him in their hearts:

"He probably won't make it, and he paved the way for a more glorious future for me to rule later."

"I can wait for him; when his short era ends, it'll allow civilization to massively advance, paving the way for my ascendancy."

The lifespan remaining, merely a few years.

For their current lifespan of hundreds of years, it was simply too short, not worth being impatient for.

Although the monarchs of the previous few eras also had long lives, not one died peacefully of old age...

And now, everyone is secretly cultivating their strength.

When this decrepit king falls like a fleeting blossom, that will be the moment they rise up, competing for the age of domination, ascending to become the Abyss Emperor!

As Wadon ushers in this era, many follow in his footsteps, continuing to study the structure of the Demon Core.

Some discovered.

When a transcendent beast was implanted with a crystal core fragment, it reached the speed of an ordinary Gold Level strong person, reaching 33 times, which is three times that of an average mortal.

Because it tripled in speed, its actions became swift, ferocious, and brutal, causing a massive number of attack incidents to occur across various pastures.

Wizards came to the pastures to begin research and record reports.

"It actually has such speed?"

"Remarkable! Implanting a Demon Core, it actually gains a sliver of such power at this level!"

"However, it's at the cost of burning life, they are nothing more than our cultivation tools, implanting demon cores, extracting demon cores, and that's all."

They began dissection and sampling.

Everywhere began to tighten control, and even businesses emerged, dedicated to cultivating demon cores, manufacturing weapons for sale. Under strict management, incidents of pasture attacks became rare.

However, some insane Abyssal Wizards proposed a suggestion:

"These demon beasts are so fast, why not, we transplant demon cores into slaves, not only does their combat power increase... after death, we can still extract the cultivated demon core."

This kills two birds with one stone.

In life, they can accelerate their labor, after death, the cultivated demon core can be extracted.

Secretly, many people began researching it.

They named this plan the equivalent livestock of demon beasts, calling it... Demons!

These demons, forcibly implanted with crystal seeds, although their speed became 33 times, their potential was almost entirely depleted...

The demon core constantly drained their life force and potential.

Furthermore, some city lords, rulers, saw enormous profits in this, and made actions that infuriated both gods and man:

All subjects in their territory were implanted with crystal seeds.

And they propagated to the people, claiming it was a treasured item that would enhance their reaction speed and life speed, making them stronger.

Many people in remote areas actually believed it.

"I do feel I've become stronger after receiving the demon core implant!"

"Indeed, I could handle the winter beast attacks outside the village alone, when before I still needed to go to the guild to hire Silver Tier mercenaries to act."

"I heard that only by oppressing a Gold-level entity of a city can a perfect crystal core be nurtured. I currently have a defective one, doesn't this mean I belong to half a Gold-level strong individual?"

This chaos is growing.

Sitting on the throne, Wadon, already feeling his life reaching its end, suddenly felt fear growing.

"How could this happen? How could this happen!"

"With continuous social progress, has another era of slavery been born?"

Wadon began to panic, for this isn't too lenient.

His fear stemmed from that Sacred Hall Martial God embedded in the Crystal Wall and holding the World-Ending Crystal Holy Sword.

Now, another era of slavery which he utterly despised has come forth.

If it awoke, witnessed the world once more sullied, perhaps this ancient being would destroy the world again!

He was so frightened that his scalp tingled slightly.

He wanted to be remembered in history, not leading his era to extinction.

He was so scared that he shivered, even extending his life a little, deciding forcefully to hold on for a while to handle this matter properly before dying.

Otherwise, his fame would turn into infamy.

So, he issued a decree:

"Forbid the implantation of demon cores into the populace!"

Unfortunately...

Things went against his wishes.

While it was forbidden on the surface, secretly, people continued their research.

It seemed to be the tide of the era, a historical inevitability, his decree unable to stop it, instead, the more it was enacted, the more severe it became.

As a capitalist, he knew more than anyone that 300% profit made people disregard life.

"These demons of the land, these slaves, will soon become another Tukashi, wielding a blade upwards..." he sighed in his heart.

And at this moment.

Wadon suddenly looked up at the sky, witnessing an unbelievable scene!

The enormous Holy Coffin nailed to the vast Crystal Wall, and the semi-transparent large ancient figure holding the Holy Sword, slowly opened its eyes.

The gaze of that ancient, vast figure swept over the earth, as if witnessing once more the chaotic era of old: "The world, once again, is defiled..."

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