Death Archon

As long as the ship sailed on the ocean, Amon hung on the sail for as long as it took. This made Palles go to the deck to take a turn twice from time to time to enjoy the beautiful scenery on the sea.

Amon was not surprised at all, and occasionally discussed with Pales some valuable experiences among "thieves".

This is probably one of the wonders of the world, that two angels of the same path and sequence can actually "coexist peacefully" and "exchange experiences."

Of course, both of them are the strongest "fraudsters", so it is doubtful how credible their words are.

"Ah, we're almost there." Truman looked at the continent in the distance and sensed some kind of gray-white death, which was the trace left by the communication between the underworld and the real world.

He stood up and waved Amon down.

Amon kept a reserved smile, adjusted his magic robe slightly, put on the soft pointed magic hat, and nodded elegantly to Pales.

"His Majesty the God of Death seems to have sent a team to greet us." Pales saw the honor guard assembled at the port.

"The customs here are really weird." Truman sighed as he looked at the gorgeous coffins.

For those who believe in the God of Death, lying in a coffin is probably the moment when they are closest to the God of Death, symbolizing that the soul enters the legendary underworld and obtains eternal peace.

"Welcome friends from the Northern Continent!"

When Truman heard this, he looked over and saw a man with bronze skin and cold eyes looking over here.

Wearing a dark black robe embroidered with gold thread and a bird-shaped crown made of gold, He seemed to be looking down at all living things.

He is an "Archon of Death."

"Eh?" Truman was surprised, "It's actually him? Is he the Archon of Balam at this time?"

But considering that the Alliance of Gods is about to take action, his appearance is not surprising.

"He is the Archon of Balam, Azik Eggers." Pales reminded.

It was indeed him... Truman nodded slightly.

"Good day, Duke of Dreams." Azik Eggers' cold eyes seemed to have lost all emotion, and there was no expression on his face during the salute.

He is the consul of the Bailang Empire, half a rank higher than Truman in the imperial hierarchy, but Truman's status is too special.

It was even a bit slow for Him to come to greet Him personally.

"Welcome to Balam," the Death Archon's cold face said without any sincerity.

Truman just nodded slightly, ignoring the coffins, and walked on the land of Balam with the Death Consul.

But Amon jumped in curiously and experienced it, "Unfortunately, there is no way to connect to the underworld, and the 'God of Death' didn't deliberately pull me in."

Pales glanced at Truman who was walking in front, jumped in like Amon, closed the coffin lid, and followed the Romans...

Apart from the differences in customs, this place is not much different from the Solomon Empire in the Northern Continent.

"Who are the guests you invited this time?" Truman asked the Death Consul.

"The popes and angels of the major churches."

Several major churches have given enough face. Not only did the Pope personally take action, but some angels even came.

On the other hand, the "Eternal Fierce Sun" church, under Truman's deliberate suppression, has always focused on preaching and has never participated in this kind of "team building."

This allowed the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun to maintain a certain degree of aloofness and achieve great results in its missionary work.

"The scene is okay." Truman nodded lightly. Of course, what he was more concerned about might be a subsequent meeting of the gods. These popes and angels were just figures supporting the scene from the major churches.

"Duke Dream, please come with me..." The Death Consul personally led the way, leading the imperial envoy to the castle that was obviously modeled after Solomon's irregular beauty.

After Solomon became a god, this irregular beauty has become the aesthetic of Solomon's empire in a mystical sense.

This is weird and "twisted".

"Why is there still this style of castle..." Pales couldn't help but complain. He really couldn't appreciate the so-called irregular beauty.

"It doesn't look bad." Amon looked at the building imitating the style of Solomon's Palace with great interest - now he didn't dare to get close to the capital of Solomon, so naturally he couldn't see it.

Truman did not comment on this. The timing of their imperial mission was very good. The next day was the day when Bailang was founded, so there was no need to wait here for long.

"Imperial banquet?" That night, Truman received an invitation from the Death Consul to attend an imperial banquet.

This is a banquet that brings together all the guests, and its main purpose is probably to reach a consensus: don't cause trouble at tomorrow's founding ceremony!

The most important thing is that the God of Death will be present in person.

"Do you want to express your attitude to me... Let's go and have a look." Truman had this idea and took Amon and Pales to the appointment.

For Truman, what matters is not what is at the banquet, but the people who come to the banquet.

When Truman stepped into the palace where the banquet was held, the whole world seemed to fall into silence. The popes and angels from various churches looked at the three Trumen with some serious eyes.

"Tsk, it's a bit dangerous!" Amon sighed on the side and took two steps slightly to show that he was not in the same group as them.

Amon was already weird among the team, but for some reason he had to ignore him.

Pales is naturally not afraid of these angels and the Pope, but the group of true gods standing behind them is really scary...

But Palles was loyal enough and did not take two steps laterally like Amon.

"This is His Excellency the Dream Duke of the Solomon Empire." The Death Consul introduced Truman to everyone in a formal manner.

"Your Excellency Dream." Even the Pope bowed his head and saluted.

"Huh? Secret and life?" Truman glanced at the banquet and unexpectedly saw two familiar figures, which were the Angel of Secret and the Angel of Life.

The clones of these two are special and hidden enough that no true god has ever been able to discover them. They can only be regarded as devout angels serving their respective true gods.

But the Dream Angel didn't know the Life Angel, so Truman just said a friendly hello to the Pope of the Church of the Night and the Hidden Angel.

"Long time no see." The Hidden Angel just nodded slightly, but the Pope of the Night respectfully shouted "Dream Angel".

Now the scene becomes a little more subtle.

Meng Meng was once the Pope of the Church of Night. This news is not a secret, but now - we have a traitor...

"Ahem," the Death Archon, the owner of this place, finally couldn't help but break the silence.

"Duke Dream, please come with me, His Majesty the Emperor wants to see you." The Death Consul took Truman deeper into the palace.

As soon as Truman left, the atmosphere here quickly calmed down, and Pales was not rejected by these angels, at least maintaining this friendly relationship on the surface.

"Salinger, long time no see." Soon, Truman met the "god of death" who had once held a meeting together.