Chapter 157: Born from Desire

Medici's expression stiffened, but he remained stubborn and arrogant, "That is my business!"

This was the true "Red Angel".

"The Characteristics in the hands of Sauron and Einhorn should also be reclaimed." Medici sat on the high-backed chair opposite Chumen, his long legs propped up on the table.

"Two women dare to compete with me for the position of 'Red Priest'? Hmph." Medici scoffed, feeling quite disdainful toward the other two "Conquerors".

Nowadays, the ancestors of the Sauron Family and the Einhorn Family are both Sequence 1 "Conquerors" of the "Red Priest" Pathway.

And the "Red Priest" Pathway has a very distinct characteristic, which is that its Sequence 4, "Iron-Blooded Knight", undergoes a very thorough transformation, turning women into real men.

This is a manifestation of the "Original Creator's" masculinity, and it is unavoidable.

Coincidentally, apart from Medici, who is a born Mythical Creature, the two "Conquerors" who reached Sequence 1 were both female in their original gender...

This is an important reason why Medici looks down on the other two.

War is a man's art!

"Someone will make a move against you." Chumen pointed out the predicament Medici is currently facing, "There are others who also want to become the 'Red Priest'."

"..." Medici frowned slightly.

"Beware of the 'Paranoid' you speak of." Chumen clarified the key point; if he still didn't understand by now, Medici might as well dig out his own brain.

"It's Him!" Medici was, after all, a top-tier "Conspirator"; upon hearing this, his gaze sank, "I will be careful."

Hmm, Chumen nodded lightly; the reminder had gone far enough.

Afterward, he vanished directly from here, turning into a stream of information to return to Dream Duke Castle.

He wasn't without things to do here; for instance, the Mose Ascetic Order had still been born, and what they worshipped was still the "Hidden Sage".

The North and South Continents had been peaceful for three hundred years under the tacit understanding of both factions, but this peace would not last forever.

One world, two empires, the ocean interval between them was not too large, and their territories were intertwined; this in itself was the greatest contradiction.

This contradiction started from the common people and was gradually utilized by those with ulterior motives, beginning to grow.

The people with ulterior motives here were not even Adam, but those ambitious individuals in the upper echelons of the two great empires who were gradually corrupted by interests and were no longer satisfied with the status quo.

They were no longer satisfied with the status quo and wanted more, so they naturally cast their gaze toward the other empire on the other side of the ocean.

This is human nature, that so-called endless desire.

Even if one ignores the influence of Beyonder factors, this is the true historical trend.

Therefore, quite logically, the Solomon Empire and the Balam Empire began to stir up a local war, starting from minor frictions.

At this time, those who truly dominated the world cast their gaze down, and the world began to shake violently!

"Tudor!" The Black Emperor Solomon sat high on the imperial throne, looking at the dukes and the heads of other noble families bowing below.

"Yes!" Tudor knelt on one knee.

"You shall lead the legions on an expedition to block the invasion of the Balam Empire!"

"The Abraham Family, the Zoroast Family, and the Antigonus Family will provide you with convenience." The Black Emperor's gaze was fixed on Tudor.

"Yes! Your Majesty!" Tudor accepted this order.

"Trensost!" Another Angel knelt on one knee.

"You shall oversee internal affairs and maintain stability within the empire."

"Yes!" Trensost also showed no abnormality.

The "Black Emperor" Solomon himself rarely handled complex state affairs; most were handled by Trensost or Tudor instead.

Now that they were about to enter a period of war, the "Black Emperor" needed to concern Himself more with the gods, and He had even more broadly delegated power.

"Everyone, the imperial war may be about to begin; be prepared." Solomon took one last look at these Angels, gave a reminder, and then He turned into a shadow of order and dissipated.

The great nobles standing in the grand hall were each silent, all harboring some kind of worry about the future.

For the Angels, this was the worst possible sign.

"We have His Majesty the Emperor, the 'True Creator', and the Dream Duke." Pallez Zoroast scanned the room and said with a chuckle.

Because the Characteristic from the Era of Chaos was reclaimed through the Black Emperor's actions, the Zoroast Family was absolutely loyal to Solomon and would not have two hearts at this time.

"..." These Angels left the palace with varying expressions.

The Solomon Empire was prepared for war, and the Balam Empire had also made preparations; the Balam army, led by the Death Consul, was already marching toward Solomon.

It is worth mentioning that the Witch Sect, which had once been wiped out by Chumen, had reappeared, and as a collaborator of the Balam Empire at that.

On the other side, the Churches where the gods resided remained silent on the surface, but in reality, the high-level members of the Churches had already begun preparing for war, secretly providing help to the Balam army.

For a time, the whole world was in turmoil, and the war between the Solomon Empire and the Balam Empire had become inevitable.

"Launch a war that sweeps across the continent and achieve sufficient victory."

Tudor wore black-red armor, his figure tall and majestic, looking at the mighty army in front of him; most of these troops were ordinary people, but the truly elite ones were Beyonders, whose Pathway combinations were very reasonable and capable of unleashing terrifying combat power.

He had already completed the first half of the "Red Priest" ritual.

With Adam's help, He perfectly utilized the desires in human hearts, weaving a conspiracy that dragged the entire world into war.

Under Adam's arrangement, many things went smoothly and happened quite naturally.

"If I become a god, how much of my self can I maintain?" Alistair asked softly.

He did not obtain the "Hand of Order" Characteristic, so he could only jump pathways, and even began preparing for the "Red Priest" godhood ritual directly under Adam's suggestion.

He had truly become Adam's experimental subject; madness was already inevitable.

Even Alistair himself was crazy enough; he didn't need Adam to brainwash him or plant psychological suggestions, but rather bet everything on it himself to make a gamble.

"Even in the worst-case scenario, it would just be becoming an existence like an Ancient God."

That was no longer in the realm of being half-mad...

Adam's figure slowly appeared beside Alistair, speaking in a gentle tone.

"Ancient God..." Alistair scoffed and fell silent, "Fine, at least it's a god!"

A look of intense madness flashed in Alistair's eyes, "All men, listen to my orders!"

His voice exploded like thunder in the ears of every Soldier.

"Move out! For victory!"

Boom!

The army erupted with a terrifying momentum, with the power truly belonging to the "War" domain bursting forth, linking everyone's minds together.

"For victory!" tens of thousands of Soldiers roared, whipping up a vast wave of sound.

Adam watched quietly from the side, waiting for the right moment.