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Chapter 96 Assumption is the mother of failure (please subscribe to read, recommend monthly tickets, invest in collection)
No matter how unwilling Barbara was, she had to give in to Martin's determination to "get out if you don't accept protection."

Just as Diana said, it took so much effort to get to this place, and only a fool would give up now.

Martin was in front, going up the steps, looking for the passage leading to the interior of the pyramid.

Diana followed behind her, looking around vigilantly. The two battles she had just witnessed had aroused her vigilance against the gods, and she was unwilling to relax at all.

Barbara followed at the end, being well protected by the corn soldiers.

This pyramid was still built according to local traditions, and there is nothing special about its shape and structure.

It didn't take Martin much effort to find the door, and he pressed the mechanism and opened it directly.

He frowned, and directed the sun in the sky, casting a ray of sunlight directly into the tower, allowing him to see everything inside clearly.

The vast space supported by pillars, the colorful murals recording various stories, and the gold that adventurers always covet.

Under the pillars, there were golden vessels, utensils, and earrings everywhere, which reflected a more dazzling light instantly when the sunlight hit them.

"Oh my God, it turns out that the Golden City actually exists!"

Barbara stared at the scene in amazement, and suddenly felt that her legs could not move.

"If you don't want to die on the street, you'd better not touch anything in here!"

Martin's reminder pulled Barbara out of her sweet dream.

She had forgotten yesterday's guide and was afraid of the terrifying priest in front of her. She nodded obediently and dared not be greedy for the treasures all over the ground.

Diana was not interested in gold. She grew up with a silver spoon in her mouth and never worried about money.

But she still crossed her arms and deliberately asked Martin: "But we are here for archaeology. How can we not touch anything if you don't let us?"

"You are doing archaeology, not robbery. Just taking a few photos is enough. Why do you take the things here? Are they you?"

Martin rejected Diana bluntly, looked around several times, and after confirming the situation inside the tower, he walked through the door.

Diana followed without any hesitation.

Barbara let the corn soldiers protect her, looked again and again, then walked into the gate, took a few quick steps, and caught up with Martin and Diana.

"Where is the last Dark God?"

Diana walked through the treasures all over the ground without even looking at them, all her attention focused on finding the dark god who was hiding somewhere.

"He is the only one left. Soon, he will come to me on his own initiative."

Martin was not in a hurry, because now only the God of Darkness was left among the three troublemakers.

Even if he can hide better, the system of the island in the center of the lake will be unbalanced, theocracy will be exposed to the world, and it is inevitable that it will be continuously weakened or even disappear.

The longer it drags on, the better it is for Martin.

He walked through the gold coins on the ground and began to admire the murals painted with colorful mineral pigments. The murals depicted how the owner of the tomb encountered the three troublemakers, how he signed a contract with them, and how he maintained the dynasty for hundreds of years.

The murals come to an abrupt end here, and behind them are large expanses of blank stone walls. I don’t know if they didn’t intend to paint at the beginning, or if they didn’t have time to paint before something unexpected happened.

Diana also came here and took pictures of the murals, recording all these stories.

"This guy is a real lunatic."

Diana cursed fiercely as she looked at the murals that recorded hundreds of cruel corporal punishments.

"I really don't understand what these torturers are thinking. Do they think it's very impressive and can show their majesty?"

"Those who carry out punishments themselves are poor people with nowhere else to go. They can only make a living by selling out their consciences." Martin's answer was simple and straightforward.

Diana thought back to those who carried out the punishments. Most of them were as numb as those being punished. Only a few lunatics with flawed personalities took pleasure in it.

"Thankfully, the time when it was considered normal to torture others is over."

Diana sighed and recorded all the murals, but turned around and found that Barbara had disappeared.

"horse"

Diana looked around and saw that Martin had also disappeared.

The interior of the mausoleum was filled with darkness. She couldn't even see her own fingers with her eyesight. The light from the flashlight just appeared when it was swallowed up by the darkness.

“It’s hard to guard against it!”

Diana sighed inwardly, put away the camera, and took out the Lasso of Truth.

The light emitted by the artifact was not swallowed up, but it was very weak and could not even illuminate her own fingers.

Seeing this, Diana gave up looking for Martin and Barbara and stood still, waiting for the enemy to attack first.

"I never thought that I would be able to meet a real Quetzalcoatl priest in the material world!"

The man in black robe sat on the throne, staring at Martin below as if he was examining his own subject.

"It's really strange. Everyone who saw me today said this to me."

Martin was very surprised that the God of Darkness would appear directly in front of him, but when he thought that this was the other party's territory, this became normal.

"You started this way, and you must end this way!"

"The day you drove away Quetzalcoatl, you should have thought that one day you would encounter the same thing as Quetzalcoatl and be toppled from your throne."

Martin spoke slowly, like a teacher teaching his students.

The God of Darkness, whose entire body was covered in a black robe and whose appearance could not be seen at all, snorted coldly. Waves of darkness surged out from the darkness, directly covering the magnificent decorations, swallowing up all the light sources, and approaching Martin step by step.

"I also clearly say that I don't like you as a god."

Martin smiled and said:
"And you are not as calm as you appear. However, I can understand that, after all, the decline of theocracy is not pleasant. If it were me, I would also be restless and try every possible way to change the status quo."

"From this perspective, I really sympathize with you because you are stuck in a dilemma that cannot be changed."

"You don't have to irritate me."

The man in black robe suddenly stood up. He stared at Martin and said viciously, "Besides, I have also found a way to solve this problem."

"Let me guess what your plan is. Give up all your abilities, choose one person from among the three of us as a host, seize his existence, live as a mortal, and then find a way to become a god again?"

"Being too smart is not a good thing." The black-robed man's voice became cold and the darkness around him obscured everything.

Martin laughed and mocked, "All your plans are based on assumptions, and assumptions are the mother of failure. From this moment on, you have already lost."

"You can't take any of the three of us away. That's what I said."

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