Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 126 The Angels of the Solomon Empire

The "craftsman" eventually took over the scroll of civilization.

The current scroll of civilization records civilization up to the fourth era. The rule of the creator in the third era, and even the great cataclysm, have left very deep marks on this scroll.

The Fourth Age has only just begun, and it holds endless possibilities.

"Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on things here," Truman said one last thing before wandering away, leaving the bewildered "craftsman" behind.

The world doesn't just operate from here.

In the Northern Continent, the framework of the "Black Emperor" Solomon's empire has been established, and he is preparing for the ritual of becoming a god.

"Your Highness, please!" Solomon emerged from a palace and personally ushered Truman, who was still adjusting to the asymmetrical beauty, inside.

This is the imperial capital established by Solomon, and also the family camp that the Solomon family has managed for thousands of years.

This will be a showcase of the inner strength of the Solomon Empire.

Solomon sat high on an obsidian throne, wearing a black imperial crown, his majestic eyes sweeping across the entire hall.

Dream sat in a high-backed chair to his right.

It is worth mentioning that the entire Imperial Hall is filled with this kind of discordant beauty.

The emperor's clothes were specially tailored, and while luxurious, they also had an asymmetrical beauty, with the gold patterns on the left and right sides being completely opposite yet perfectly integrated.

Not only that, there was only one spot for Dream under the throne, and to the left of him was a cross the size of a person.

That will be the "seat" of the "true creator," and now the "Hanged Man" will truly be upside down.

Solomon had driven himself to the point of obsessive-compulsive disorder in order to perfect the "Black Emperor" ritual.

As long as Truman and Sasriel tacitly accept this arrangement, it will definitely have a positive impact on the godhood ceremony. Similarly, if all angels and people accept this style, then Solomon's ceremony will certainly be effective.

Truman looked at the other seats, which were scattered about, and each seat had an angel on it.

"Arista Tudor and Trensost..."

Arista Tudor appears to be in his thirties, with long, flowing brown hair, sharp, angular features, and a pair of deep blue eyes that hint at madness.

Trensault was in his early twenties, with brass-colored hair, handsome features, and golden eyes that accentuated his elegant demeanor.

Truman's first impression of this person was that he would have a "goddess of beauty" as his wife.

"This is the legendary most loyal angel of the Solomon Empire..." Truman quickly looked away.

I don't know if there's some kind of curse on the Great Old Ones in this world, but those who are supposedly the "most loyal" are almost certainly doomed...

"What, are you going to stab me with the spear of fate?"

The familiar taste is exactly what Medici is all about.

He and Urolius were also there, and upon seeing Truman, they couldn't resist stabbing him.

Upon hearing this, the other angels also subconsciously looked at Truman, and the thoughts they had previously forcibly ignored resurfaced in their minds.

These angels all witnessed him pierce the very essence of creation with the spear of destiny, utterly slaying it.

"Hey, Little Red, it's been years, what happened? You've gotten so weak! Your attack power is no match for Amon's."

"Of course I can't compare to you, you are..."

Just then, a shadow descended upon the cross; it was the will of Sasriel.

"..." Medici promptly shut up; the only one who could control Him now was Sasriel.

"We will begin a long and arduous war of nation-building," Solomon began his statement after all the angels and the true God had arrived.

His majestic voice, carrying a twisted power, echoed through the hall; He had unconsciously begun to play the role of the "Black Emperor."

The angels below were all very obedient and listened quietly.

This group, composed of various factions, ultimately shares a common interest—to build a powerful empire that will rule the world.

"Your primary task is to build and protect my mausoleum." Solomon looked at the angels; this was also a kind of under-the-table exchange of interests.

Many angel families knew the secret location of one of the "Black Emperor's" tombs, but of course, the locations of the most important tombs were only known to Solomon himself.

"Zoroaster..."

"Zarathustra..."

Truman followed Solomon's gaze to the two men, both of whom would serve as background figures in the Fifth Age's battle for the title of "Lord of Mysteries."

"The ancestors of the Zoroaster family actually perished in an era of strife..." Truman recalled a particularly important point in time.

"The fall of a 'Time Worm' is not that simple." Truman already had a certain speculation.

As for Zarathustra, if half of the "Fool" were to deal with him, he would truly be trapped.

From his perspective, the Solomon Empire was essentially a game between Adam and Sasriel for control of the final fusion.

As the Solomon Empire is established and developed, Sasriel will gain an increasingly powerful true god-level ally, while Adam will lose some advantages in the game.

In this situation, if Adam wants to gain an advantage in this game, he will definitely hinder the Black Emperor from becoming a god or the establishment of the Solomon Empire in every way.

Under these circumstances, Amon's appearance seems quite reasonable.

"Didn't I say before that I wouldn't interfere in the fight between Adam and Sasriel?" Truman blinked. He wanted to deny it, but only a few years had passed, and it was also because his memory was too good.

"Looking around doesn't count as interfering, and casually observing doesn't count as getting involved; this is perfectly reasonable..."

Truman, lost in his own world, managed to slip through the high-level imperial meeting and then actively followed in Zoroaster's footsteps.

"Your Highness, Dream." Zoroaster was an old man with dark brown eyes and meticulously styled long black hair.

"This is no longer the era of the Creator, and I am no longer His Highness the Dream." Truman shook his head slightly.

"Then... Lord Dream." Zoroaster immediately changed his form of address.

"Hmm," Truman was about to say something when he suddenly looked behind Zoroaster, where a young-looking "Zoroaster" was walking towards him.

"Come, Pales, pay your respects to the Dream Duke."

Solomon has already determined the titles of the angels, and they are just waiting for the establishment of the empire to formally bestow them titles.

"Greetings, Your Grace!"

Pales? Truman's eyes lit up. He had spotted another "familiar face," Pales, who was known as the "conscience of thieves."

Compared to Amon, this one is much more normal; at most, he'll only live a few years longer...

Palles Zoroaster and this Zoroaster, who is now an angel, look very similar. If it weren't for the vibrant energy emanating from him, Truman might even mistake him for a clone of Zoroaster.

Pales is indeed very young now, no more than thirty years old, and is still a "parasite".

(End of this chapter)