Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 140 Mission

"So I'm the one who's wrong?" Truman said nonchalantly.

However, upon further reflection, he realized that his side, with the Black Emperor, Sasriel, the Sun, and himself, was indeed too powerful. If the other gods did not form an alliance, they would certainly not be able to gain any advantage over the Solomon Empire.

"If I weren't sitting here, I would definitely be deeply involved in the Alliance as well," Lilith said, revealing her thoughts.

Faced with such a powerful hostile alliance, self-preservation is an instinct.

"The key to the alliance is Adam." Amanisis once again revealed a crucial piece of information.

"It's Him again..." Truman rolled his eyes and looked at Sasriel. "If I could, I'd really like to go back to the Third Epoch and give you a couple of punches."

This refers to Sasriel's true form, the second-generation creator.

He made countless prophecies about the future with the power of the Creator, and left these prophecies to Adam.

"This is between the two of us, and you shouldn't have interfered in the first place." Sasriel tapped the round table lightly with his finger.

Sasriel is more normal. He inherited the channels of the Dream Council and is already a true god. He can make arrangements at his own pace and truly stand on the side of the historical trend.

"Neither you nor Adam would allow the Creator to have the possibility of resurrection and return," Amanisis said softly to Sasriel. This was the biggest point of contention.

Ultimately, it remains a struggle over the "legitimacy" of the creator of the Tertiary period.

The "Emperor" is dead, and the most likely successors to the throne are the "Eldest Prince" and the "Consul," while the other ministers want to completely shut down the "Emperor's" coffin so that the "Emperor" can never be born.

"Now that you've gone first, Adam is their natural ally."

In the alliance of gods, Leodorus and Herabergen could not ignore Adam, but the other gods would not allow anything to happen to Adam; he was the best means to implicate Sasriel.

Balance is an art, and the gods were very good at it.

Adam's use of this identity was so ingenious that it facilitated the alliance of the gods.

"The Alliance of Gods is still in its infancy, and it may be finalized when Byron establishes his kingdom." Lilith finally revealed this information.

"Oh, perfect timing, I'll go take a look too." Truman suddenly remembered the appointment letter that had been sent to his ducal castle.

If he agrees, he can lead a delegation to attend Byron's founding ceremony as the highest envoy of the Solomon Empire.

"Okay, see you then." Lilith and Amanisis both nodded, and then their figures disappeared into Dreamland.

Truman and Sasriel also left, and the serious dream meeting ended so briefly.

After leaving the Dreamland, Truman retrieved the invitation and branded it with his own mark.

"I'll trouble Duke Dream over there." Solomon's voice came from the invitation. Even though he had become a god, Solomon still maintained full respect for Truman.

"How could we miss something this fun?" Truman chuckled, already looking forward to it.

However, since this was the first formal diplomatic activity between the two empires, it was impossible for Truman to simply wander over there.

The northern and southern continents are separated by a vast ocean, so legitimate imperial missions naturally travel by ship.

Besides Truman, the highest-ranking member of the Solomon Empire's delegation was the new generation of "Time Worm" Palles Zoroaster.

The previous "Time Worm" had already perished in the early stages of the founding war, plunging the Zoroaster family into chaos for a long time.

But in the end, Pales grew up the fastest and became the new generation of "Time Bug", sweeping away the family's decline and regaining its glory.

"This ship from the 'Church of Storms' is quite reliable." The new generation of "Time Worm" curiously observed the large ship beneath its feet, and suddenly felt a little itchy to fight.

In this situation, it would be embarrassing not to grab something.

"Don't sink the ship." Truman lay on the deck of the large bed and glanced over.

"Oh!" Palestine immediately became obedient. Truman seemed to have an inherent mystical pressure on the "Three Exotic Families," and none of the extraordinary individuals on this path could act cowardly in front of him.

"Oh, Your Grace, may I hitch a ride?"

Truman turned his head, and Pales almost jumped up.

"Amon!" Pales turned around abruptly, his body tense as he stared at Amon, who had silently appeared on the deck, dressed in a magic robe.

Amon gently adjusted his monocle and glanced at Pales with interest.

"Hello, Pales, I have a feeling that many interesting things are going to happen between us."

Pales harbored great hostility towards Amon, but Amon acted as if he didn't see him and walked right up to him.

Pales instinctively raised his right hand, but with great willpower, he suppressed the urge to strike.

He is no match for Amon now.

"What are you up to now?" Truman looked at Amon speechlessly. It was truly audacious of him to show up here.

This place is not far from Solomon's Empire, and Solomon has no good feelings towards the Adam and Ammon brothers who participated in disrupting His ascension ceremony. He will definitely give them a beating when he gets the chance.

"How could I miss something so exciting and interesting?" Amon walked past Pales, whose body was slightly stiff, and came to Truman's side.

He carefully examined Truman's specially made recliner, then stole wood from the ship, built one himself, and sat down next to Truman.

"It's actually quite comfortable." With the sea breeze blowing, Amon quickly adapted to the new seating.

"Are you here to inform on me?" Truman tapped his finger, and the hidden Amons in the air were all pulled back into Amon's body by an invisible force.

"I have no interest in participating in His plans; I'm just here to watch the show," Amon said with a smile, gently nudging him.

"I've never seen so many true gods before," Amon exclaimed in amazement.

Even during the siege of the ancient sun god, only three deities appeared.

"What would it be like if a fight really broke out?"

"I might have to go and mediate the fight."

Amon adjusted his monocle, clearly looking forward to the scene.

"You are my teacher after all, and I will try my best to save you. Of course, if I can't save you, it would be best to pass on Gensokyo to me first."

"This way, we can perfectly bypass Bethel."

Truman's face darkened, and he couldn't help but snap his fingers. The recliner beneath Amon instantly transformed into a rope, binding him and suspending him.

Amon's figure flickered, but he was unable to break free.

"Get your act together up there! How dare you talk to your teacher like that?"

Truman didn't go to the Byron Empire to fight; after all, six true gods were far too many, and he wasn't arrogant enough to do that.

(End of this chapter)