Chapter 125: The Angels of the Solomon Empire

The "Artisan" finally took over the Civilization Scroll.

By now, the Civilization Scroll has recorded history up to the Fourth Epoch; the rule of the Creator in the Third Epoch, and even the Great Cataclysm, have left heavy marks upon this scroll.

And now, the Fourth Epoch has only just begun, holding endless possibilities.

"Rest assured, I will keep an eye on this place," Chumen said at the end, then Roaming away, leaving the "Artisan" looking bewildered.

The world does not just revolve here.

In the Northern Continent, the framework of the "Black Emperor" Solomon's empire has already been set up, and preparations for the apotheosis ritual are underway.

"Dream Highness, please!" Solomon walked out from a palace and personally invited Chumen, who was still adapting to the asymmetrical aesthetics, inside.

This is the imperial capital designated by Solomon, and also the family camp that the Solomon Family has managed for a thousand years.

And now, it will be a display of the internal foundation of the Solomon Empire.

Solomon sat high on a throne made of obsidian, wearing the Black Emperor Crown, his majestic eyes scanning the entire hall.

And Dream sat on a high-backed chair to his right.

It is worth mentioning that the entire imperial hall is filled with a kind of discordant beauty.

The clothes on the Emperor have been specially tailored; while luxurious, they possess an asymmetrical aesthetic, with the golden patterns on the left and right sides being completely opposite yet forming a seamless whole.

Not only that, beneath the throne there is only a seat for Dream, while on the left hand side there is, unexpectedly, a cross the size of a person.

That will be the "seat" of the "True Creator"; this time, the "Hanged Man" will truly be hanged.

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

And as long as Chumen and Sasriel tacitly accept this arrangement, it will surely bring a positive influence to the apotheosis ritual; by the same token, if all the angels and the populace accept this style, then the effect of Solomon's ritual will certainly not be poor.

Chumen looked at the other scattered and irregular seats, each occupied by an angel.

"Alistair Tudor and Trensost..."

Alistair Tudor appeared to be in his thirties, with long brown hair falling loose and features as sharp as if carved by a knife or axe; he was quite rugged, with madness hidden deep within a pair of azure eyes.

Trensost was in his early twenties, with brass-colored hair and a handsome appearance; his golden eyes made his temperament appear even more elegant.

Regarding this person, Chumen's first impression was unexpectedly that he would have a wife who is a "Beauty Goddess".

"These are the legendary most loyal angels of the Solomon Empire..." Chumen quickly looked away.

I wonder if this world has some kind of Oldest One level Curse; those touted as "most loyal" are almost guaranteed to have something go wrong...

"What, are you planning to stab me with the Spear of Destiny?"

A familiar scent; it was precisely Medici.

He and Ouroboros were also here, and upon seeing Chumen, he couldn't help but take a jab at him.

The other angels, hearing this, also subconsciously looked at Chumen, and thoughts they had previously forcibly ignored appeared in their hearts.

These angels had all seen this person thrust the Spear of Destiny into the Creator's body, killing Him completely.

"Oh, Little Red, haven't seen you in a few years, why have you become so pathetic? This bit of attack power doesn't even compare to Amon."

"Of course it doesn't compare to you, you are..."

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

"..." Medici decisively shut his mouth; the only one who can keep Him in check now is Sasriel.

"We will initiate a grueling and arduous war of nation-building." Solomon began his statement after all the angels and True Gods had arrived.

His majestic voice echoed in the hall with a certain power of Distortion; He had already subconsciously begun to act as the "Black Emperor".

The angels below were also very well-behaved, listening quietly.

This group, composed of various factions, ultimately shared a common interest—to establish a powerful empire that would rule the world.

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

Many angel families know the hidden location of one of the "Black Emperor" mausoleums; of course, the locations of the most important ones are held only by Solomon himself.

"Zoroast..."

"Zaratul..."

Chumen followed Solomon's gaze to these two, who would both be characters serving as background boards in the battle for the "Lord of the Mysteries" in the Fifth Epoch.

"The ancestor of the Zoroast Family would actually fall in the era of strife..." Chumen recalled a certain relatively important time node.

"How could the fall of a 'Worm of Time' be so simple?" Chumen already had a certain speculation.

As for Zaratul, for half a "Fool" to deal with Him, there is truly no way out.

From his perspective, the Solomon Empire is essentially a game between Adam and Sasriel to seize the dominant power of the final fusion.

As the Solomon Empire is established and develops, Sasriel himself would gain an increasingly powerful True God-level ally; by comparison, Adam would lose certain advantages in the game.

Under such circumstances, if Adam wants to gain an advantage in this game, He will certainly obstruct the Black Emperor's apotheosis or the establishment of the Solomon Empire in every aspect.

Under this premise, the appearance of Amon seems quite reasonable.

"Did I say before that I wouldn't interfere in the struggle between Adam and Sasriel?" Chumen blinked; he wanted to deny it, but it had only been a few years, and he could only blame his memory for being too good.

"Just looking doesn't count as interfering, just brushing against it doesn't count as entering the game; this is very reasonable..."

Chumen let his mind wander, drifting through this high-level imperial gathering, and afterwards, he took the initiative to follow in the footsteps of Zoroast.

"Dream Highness." Zoroast was an old man with deep brown eyes, his long black hair groomed meticulously.

"It is no longer the era of the Creator, and I am no longer Dream Highness." Chumen shook his head slightly.

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

"Hmm," Chumen was about to say something else when he suddenly looked behind Zoroast, where a "Zoroast" in the appearance of a young man was walking over.

"Come, Pallez, come and pay respects to Dream Duke."

Solomon had already determined the titles of the various angels, waiting only for the empire to be established to formally confer them.

"Greetings, Duke!"

Pallez? Chumen's eyes lit up; he had seen another "acquaintance," Pallez, known as the "conscience of the Marauders."

Compared to Amon, this one is much more normal; at most, he just casually takes a few years of lifespan...

Pallez Zoroast looks very similar to this Zoroast who is already an Angel; if not for a certain vigorous vitality radiating from his body, Chumen would even mistake him for an avatar of Zoroast.

And the current Pallez is indeed very young, no more than thirty years old, and is still a "Parasite".