Then it's me who's wrong?" Truman didn't care.
But then I thought about it, with the Black Emperor, Sasril, Sun, and myself on my side, the power is indeed a bit too strong. If these other gods do not form an alliance, they will definitely not be able to take advantage of the Solomon Empire. .
"If I weren't sitting here, I would definitely be deeply involved in the alliance." Lilith expressed her thoughts.
Facing such a powerful hostile alliance, self-preservation is instinctive.
"The key to the alliance is Adam." Amanisis once again revealed an extremely critical piece of information.
"It's Him again..." Truman rolled his eyes and looked at Saslier, "If I could, I really want to go back to the Third Age and punch you twice."
This refers to Sasril's true identity, the second-generation creator.
He prophesied the future countless times with the power of the Creator and left these prophecies to Adam.
"This is a matter between the two of us. You should not have interfered." Saslier tapped his finger on the round table.
Sasril is more normal. He has inherited the channels of the Dream Parliament and is already a true god. He can calmly plan and truly stand on the trend of history.
"Neither you nor Adam will allow the possibility of the Creator's resurrection and return." Amanisis looked at Sasril and spoke softly. This is the biggest contradiction.
In the final analysis, until now, there is still a battle over the "orthodoxy" of the Creator of the Third Age.
The "Emperor" has died, and the most promising people to inherit the throne are the "Emperor's eldest son" and the "Consul", while the other ministers want to completely hold down the "Emperor"'s coffin board so that the "Emperor" will never be born.
"And now you take the first step, Adam is their natural ally."
In the Alliance of Gods, it was difficult for Leodro and Herabergen to ignore Adam, but the other gods would not allow anything to happen to Adam. He was the best way to involve Sasril.
Balance is an art, and the gods are great at it.
And Adam's use of this identity was even more wonderful, promoting the alliance of gods.
"The Alliance of Gods is still in its infancy for the time being, and it may be finalized through the opportunity of Balam's founding." Finally, Lilith revealed the news.
"Hey, just in time, I'll go over and take a look." Truman suddenly thought of the appointment letter that had been sent to his Duke's castle.
As long as he nods, he can lead the delegation to attend the founding ceremony of Balam as the highest envoy of the Solomon Empire.
"Okay, see you then." Lilith and Amanysis both nodded, and then disappeared into the dreamy paradise.
Truman and Saslier also left separately, and the serious dream meeting was so brief.
After Truman left Dreamland, he directly took the invitation letter and stamped his own mark on it.
"We have Duke Dream over there." Solomon's voice came from the invitation. Even though he had become a god, Solomon still had full respect for Truman.
"How could you miss such a fun thing?" Truman chuckled, already looking forward to it.
However, because this was the first formal diplomatic event between the two empires, it was impossible for Truman to roam directly there.
There is a sea separating the northern and southern continents, so a serious imperial mission would naturally travel by boat.
Apart from Truman, the one with the highest status among the Solomon Empire's envoys is the new generation of 'Insect of Time' Pales Zoroastrian.
The previous "Insect of Time" had died at the beginning of the Founding War, which plunged the Zoroastrian family into chaos for a long time.
But in the end, it was Palles who grew up at the fastest speed and became a new generation of "worm of time", sweeping away the family's decline and regaining its glory.
"This ship from the Church of Storms is quite reliable." The new generation of "Insects of Time" curiously observed the big ship under their feet, and suddenly their hands felt a little itchy.
In this situation, it would be embarrassing not to "take" something conveniently.
"Don't collapse the ship." Truman lay on the deck of the big bed and glanced this way.
"Oh!" Palestine immediately calmed down. Truman seemed to have his own occult pressure on the "Gou San Family". No extraordinary person in this path could stand up to him.
"Ah, Mr. Duke, can I take a boat?"
Truman turned his head, and Pales almost jumped up.
"Amon!" Pales turned around sharply, looking tensely at Amon, who appeared silently on the deck and was wearing a magic robe.
Amon pinched his monocle gently and glanced at Palles with interest.
"Hello, Pales, I have a hunch that many interesting things will happen between us."
Pales was extremely hostile to Amon, but Amon just came closer as if he didn't see him.
Pales raised his right hand in response, but resisted the urge to take action with great perseverance.
He couldn't defeat Amon now.
"What do you want to do again?" Truman looked at Amon speechlessly. He was really bold to dare to appear here.
This place is not far from Solomon's empire, and Solomon doesn't have a good impression of the Adam and Amon brothers who participated in destroying his god-making ceremony. If he gets the chance, he will definitely beat them up.
"How could I miss such a lively and interesting thing?" Amon crossed over Pales, who was slightly stiff, and came to Truman's side.
He carefully observed Truman's special deck chair, then stole wood from the ship, built one himself, and sat next to Truman.
"It's really comfortable." Amon, who was enjoying the sea breeze, quickly adapted to this new seat.
"Are you here to snitch?" Truman tapped his finger, and the Amon hidden in the air were pulled by invisible forces and all poured back into Amon's body.
"I'm not interested in participating in any of His plans, I'm just here to watch the show." Amon rubbed his body lightly and said with a smile.
"There are so many true gods. I have never seen this scene before." Amon was amazed.
Even when the ancient Sun God was besieged, three gods appeared.
"If we really get into a fight, what kind of scene would it be?"
"If you can't help but ask me to break up the fight."
Amon pinched his monocle, looking forward to such a scene.
"After all, you are my teacher. I will try my best to save you. Of course, if you cannot be saved, it is best to pass Gensokyo to me first."
"This will perfectly bypass Bethel."
Truman's face darkened, and he couldn't help but snap his fingers, and the recliner under Amon turned into a rope to tie him up and hang him up.
Amon's figure flickered for a while, but he was unable to break free.
"Stay awake for me up there. Why are you talking to the teacher?"
Truman didn't go to the Balang Empire just to fight. After all, the six true gods were a bit too much, and he was not arrogant enough.