"Behind the door, is there any danger?" Someone asked.

"No, no, except for architecture or architecture." Sweet said.

"There's nothing on this door, how can it be opened." The attendant spoke as he transmitted the image back.

"Well, although there is no mechanism behind the door, there is one on this door." Sweet stepped forward and touched the relief of an angel on the door on the left, it was a very peculiar relief, its face was ugly, like a strange beast crawling out of some strange world, but a low tear was carved on its face.

"What's that?" The waiter said.

"The opening and closing of the door."

"How do you open it?" Someone asked.

"Give it a try with soul power." Sweet said, and then injected some soul power into it, but he didn't expect that the statue was really sucking Sweet's soul, yes, it was not the soul power that was sucking, but the real soul, the statue in front of him was smiling, as if there had been no such food for thousands of years, the sculpture ate one-tenth of the soul before letting go, Sweet instantly felt weak for a while, but fortunately, as a god, the soul was originally stronger than ordinary people, if ordinary people were sucked one-tenth of their souls, I guess I've fainted by now.

"Sweet, are you alright?" Singh held Sweet to his feet.

"That guy ate my soul." Sweet said, "I don't have much to do, just take a break."

"Ahh Everyone was stunned, they didn't think that a switch to open the door would suck people's souls.

As he spoke, the whole door was ringing, and the rumbling sound was even more deafening in the silence. The bronze gate weighed more than a dozen tons, and the soul drove the hub inside, God knows how much force was generated to push this door, maybe someone with the ability of 'Angel of Force' could do it, and then no one noticed that the strange sculpture had returned to its original appearance.

The door was opened, and the inside was as clean as if it had been cleaned regularly, and there was not even a trace of dust, and the empty hall was full of light all around. The candles that never went out burned all the time, and the walls were all carved with inscriptions and incantations, as if to imprison something, and in the most conspicuous place of the main hall was a huge pyramid, and at the top, a majestic throne, and below the pyramid was the source of the water flowing outward.

"Look at the carving at the top of the wall." Scholars were as excited as Galileo had discovered the New World.

"What's that?" Someone asked.

"That's the Icon of Destiny!" Some scholars said.

"Legend has it that it is an angel who is in charge of destiny, one of the supreme gods." Someone explained.

"It's all around with gargoyles, the holy beasts that guard the entire palace."

"Look, there's a mural on the other side, which records the miracles of the creator god!" It's as if the whole palace is a topic to talk about.

"This place always feels weird," Sweet said.

"What's wrong?" Singh asked.

"Why are there no gods on the throne?"

"Huh?" It dawned on everyone.

"This may not be a god's burial place." The scholar said.

"And what is it here," Sweet asked rhetorically.

"Or maybe it's just a palace of gods."

"But aren't the gold, silver, and jewels outside the main hall funerary goods?" Sweet asked, "And what about the dark corridor with frescoes, like all the burial houses." ”

Suddenly, they found themselves in a terrible place, and if it was really a god's burial place, the god was gone.

"Look, there's something on the throne." Someone noticed that there was a difference on the throne.

At this time, 'the voice of the gods. 'In the case of the soul being sucked to the maximum, even on the verge of forming a field, Sweet had to hear all the sounds of danger, but everything was so quiet, even the flow of air was very faint, except for the heartbeat and the sound of life in front of him at this moment, everything seemed to be normal.

"Do you want to go up and have a look?" It was proposed.

"Forget it, it's already five o'clock now, or we should call more people here tomorrow, if we in our main bureau are in danger, there will be not enough manpower." Someone said.

"Sweet, is there anything unusual around?" The waiter asked.

"No, I just feel uncomfortable all the time."

"It doesn't matter if there is no anomaly, since we are here, let's go up there and see what is going on." The waiter took the lead.

Some scholars were already impatient, although they were also afraid of accidents, but they thought more about the possibility that there might be some heirloom artifact on that throne.

"I think it's better to forget it." Sweet looked around.

"Hey, when did you become so timid, remember when the two of us first entered the Hades Palace, we weren't as scared as you are now." Singh recalled.

"No, it's just that I'm uncomfortable, since you've all decided, let's go up and take a look." Sweet looked like he couldn't stop it, and he had to follow behind.

The stairs on the pyramid, a total of one hundred and ninety-nine steps, from the lowest to the highest place, the closer you get to that throne, the more you feel as if something is pressing on you, it is just a feeling, not a real divine coercion.

"Look, a crown?" Someone has questions.

"A crown of thorns." Singh said, "Have you seen it, this shape is not very good, will it hurt to wear it on the head." ”

"Although it doesn't look good, it's really a divine object, I can feel the divinity left on it, should I take it back and study it, or store it in that secret treasure house." Some scholars say.

"Still don't move, I really didn't expect that we found the legendary god palace by mistake, and there are very few records in the literature. In front of me was the palace of the god of suffering, Kidd Scale. "That is one of the most supreme gods of the past, who, like 'fate,' is the closest god to men at the time of the Great Judgment." ”。

"How do you know?" Sweet asked.

"For I have seen the crown in front of me in a document that is so old that the handwriting is blurred, and his name is the 'Crown of Suffering,' which is the symbol of the supreme power of the Creator God, 'Suffering,' which only that God can have." The attendant said, "Christ wore the crown on his head when he was crucifixed. ”

"What you say is true? But what are we going to do now? Singh asked.

"Let's go, it's late, besides. The gods are not on their thrones, and they always feel unsure. Sweet said.