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Chapter 125: Angels of Solomon’s Empire

And now the Fourth Age has just begun, with endless possibilities.

"Don't worry, I will keep an eye on this place." Truman said the last thing, and wandered away, leaving behind a confused "craftsman".

The world doesn't just work here.

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

"Your Highness Dream, please!" Solomon walked out of a palace and personally invited Truman in, who was still getting used to the asymmetrical beauty.

This is the capital of the empire designated by Solomon, and it is also the family camp that the Solomon family has operated for thousands of years.

And now it will be a demonstration of the internal heritage of the Solomon Empire.

Solomon sat high on a throne made of obsidian, wearing a black emperor's crown, and his majestic eyes scanned the audience.

Dream was sitting on a high-backed chair to his right.

It is worth mentioning that the entire Empire Hall is filled with this kind of incongruous beauty.

The clothes on the emperor's body were specially tailored. They were luxurious and had an asymmetrical beauty. The golden patterns on the left and right sides were completely opposite but integrated.

Not only that, there was only room for Meng Meng under the throne, and on the left hand side was a cross as big as one person.

That will be the "seat" of the "True Creator", and this time the "Hanged Man" will really hang upside down.

In order to complete the "Black Emperor" ceremony more perfectly, Solomon has forced himself into obsessive-compulsive disorder.

And as long as Truman and Saslier accept this arrangement by default, it will definitely have a positive impact on the God Becoming Ceremony. In the same way, if all angels and people accept this style, then the effect of Solomon's ceremony will not be bad. .

Truman looked at the other randomly arranged seats, each with an angel on them.

"Alistair Tudor and Trunsoest..."

Alistair Tudor looks to be in his thirties, with long brown hair scattered around, sharp lines like a knife and an axe, quite tough, and a pair of blue eyes that hide deep madness.

Trunsoest is in his early twenties, has brass-colored hair, is handsome, and his golden eyes make him more elegant.

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

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

I don't know if there is any curse from the old person in this world. The person who is known as the "most loyal" will almost certainly cause trouble...

"What, are you going to prick me with the Spear of Destiny?"

The familiar smell is none other than Medici.

He and Ouroleus were also here, and when they saw Truman, they couldn't help but stab him.

When the other angels heard this, they all looked at Truman subconsciously, and thoughts that they had forcibly ignored before appeared in their hearts.

These angels all saw this person piercing the spear of destiny into the body of the creator and killing him completely.

"Hey, Xiaohong, I haven't seen you for a few years, why are you acting like this? This attack power can't even compare to Amon."

"Of course not as good as you, but you..."

At this moment, a shadow fell on the cross, which was Sasril's will.

"..." Medici shut up decisively. The only one who could control him now was Sasril.

"We will start a arduous war to found a nation." Solomon began his statement after all the angels and true gods arrived.

His majestic voice echoed in the hall with some twisted power, and He had subconsciously begun to play the role of the "Black Emperor".

The angels below were also very honest and listened quietly.

After all, this group composed of various camps has a common interest - to build a powerful empire to rule the world.

"Your first priority is to build and protect my tomb." Solomon looked at these angels. This was also some kind of exchange of interests under the table.

Many angel families know the secret location of one of the "Black Emperor's" tombs. Of course, the locations of the most important tombs are only controlled by Solomon himself.

"Zorroaster..."

"Zarath..."

Truman followed Solomon's gaze and looked at these two people, both of whom would be background characters in the battle for the "Lord of Mysteries" in the fifth era.

"The ancestors of the Zoroastrian family actually died in the age of strife..." Truman recalled a more important time point.

"How could the death of a 'Insect of Time' be so simple?" Truman already had some speculation.

As for Zaratul, if half of the "Fool" wants to deal with him, there is really no way he can escape.

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

As the Solomon Empire is established and developed, Sasril himself will gain an increasingly powerful true god-level ally. In comparison, Adam will lose certain advantages in the game.

Under such circumstances, 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 all aspects.

Under this premise, Amon's appearance seems very reasonable.

"Did I say before that I would not interfere in the fight between Adam and Saslier?" Truman blinked. He wanted to deny it, but it had only been a few years, and it was his fault that his memory was too good.

"Looking at it does not count as interfering, and rubbing against it does not count as joining the game. This is very reasonable..."

Truman wandered around the world, got through this high-level meeting of the empire, and then took the initiative to follow Zoroastrian's footsteps.

"Your Highness Dream." Zoroastrian is an old man with dark brown eyes and long black hair that is meticulously taken care of.

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

"Then... Lord Dream." Zoroaster immediately changed his title.

"Well," Truman wanted to say something else, but suddenly looked behind Zoroastrian, where a young-looking "Zoroaster" was coming.

"Come, Palles, come and see the Duke of Dreams."

Solomon has already determined the titles of each angel, and is just waiting for the establishment of the empire to formally ennoble them.

"I've met the Duke!"

Pales? Truman's eyes lit up, and he saw another "acquaintance", Palles, who was known as the "thief's conscience".

Compared to Amon, this one is much more normal, with a lifespan of just a few years at most...

Pales Zoroaster looks very similar to Zoroaster, who is already an angel. If it weren't for the vigorous vitality exuding from his body, Truman would even mistake him for Zoroaster. 's clone.

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