Aztec Eternals

The morning sun illuminates the earth, and the songs of celebration fly into the sky. The burning sandalwood floats between the sky and the earth, and also lingers in the palace area where the celebration is noisy. The sacred breath enveloped every street, so the will of the Lord God was omnipresent, and it also descended on Shulot.

Wearing a feather crown and a gorgeous priestly costume, the young man followed the high priest dressed as a god, and solemnly came to Montezuma Palace. Afterwards, he transformed a small golden eagle with its head poking out of the large sacrificial attire, and handed it to the girl in white with a smile, taking the opportunity to hug Alyssa into his arms.

The girl let out a low "Yeah". She carefully protected Meng Diao, and tried to escape clumsily, but was still kissed to the ear, and a layer of blush appeared on her face. Avette immediately coughed lightly, and the little Avelot struggled in his arms, so Shulot blinked at the girl, shook her slender hand, and returned to stand in the line.

Avet dressed up in royal clothes and bid farewell to his blushing daughter. He didn't bring his beloved Alyssa because he didn't want her to see blood.

After a while, everyone walked out of the palace. The majestic king was at the front, the high priest was solemn at the back, and the young man was two steps behind, looking up at the great temple not far away. His gaze rested on the chief minister's palace. There, a tall and old figure was faintly visible, standing as tall as a mountain and as calm as the sea.

Stepping into the temple area, the temples along the way light the sacred flames and raise the green smoke of pine branches. The priests began to sing hymns and blow the mysterious ocarinas to welcome the arrival of the honorable ones.

The main god walked in the world, and when he stopped, he was already a magnificent temple. Shulot climbed to the top of the magnificent temple and observed the changes in the temple. The golden sculpture of the God of War is as tall and bright as ever, surrounded by countless flowers and gems, and the three-color feathers of the Feathered Serpent are inserted on the back; while the sculpture of the God of Rain has no decorations, and the banner of the God of War is placed around it, as if shrouded in the main god. under the glory.

Seeing this, Xiuluo nodded. The changes in the temple are all agreed in advance by the high priests, which has no meaning. The supreme main god will eventually rise to a concept god without a statue, but it is not yet time.

Afterwards, everyone took their seats with solemn expressions. The high priest stood at the forefront, holding the sacrificial obsidian dagger, leading the group of twelve priests, and lined up around the two sacrificial stones. A little later, Avet sat high on the throne, looking majestically at the tens of thousands of subjects the size of ants.

The young man stood calmly at the back, looking at the chief palace facing him at a level, and his gaze met the equally calm elder. Immediately, he bowed his head sincerely to pay tribute, and his eyes fell into the distance again. Condescending, everything is so clear.

At the foot of the temple, there are people celebrating for the god. The priests sang and chanted, and danced devoutly, as if communicating with the gods. The nobles sat on the table, looking a little nervous, talking and laughing was not as relaxed as last time. The warriors devoted themselves to competitions and ceremonies, waving their arms and shouting ecstatically when they were excited. The civilians indulged in singing and dancing, sang poetry and drama, and performed Mexica myths and legends.

In this kingdom of God on earth, the only thing that cannot be integrated is the foreign envoys. They looked in awe, with serious expressions, silently watching the Otomi nobles being escorted into the arena.

The nobles are seated in the sacred place, and the people of the capital are waiting eagerly. The first act is the opening.

The king raised his topaz scepter to salute the god, and tens of thousands of people in the temple area knelt down and saluted together like spreading waves. Afterwards, Avit opened his arms, greeted the cheers of the crowd, and felt the supreme enjoyment. Amidst the roaring sound waves, his eyes sparkled, his chest surged, and he laughed heartily. This is mesmerizing exhilaration!

The cheers continued for a full quarter of an hour. Then, the high priest held up the sun scepter and chanted loudly with the simple accent of the holy city.

"The sun rises high, and the Lord God Vitzilopochtli rises to the highest! He will devour the darkness and control all things! He will rule everything and be omnipotent!"

Hearing the obscure divine words, a few honorable ones stood in front and nodded silently. Under the temple, most people did not understand, but still cheered. Immediately, the sound of low-pitched drums and the sound of sharp conical blowing made the crowd gradually quiet, except for the priests who chanted loudly, praising the name of God.

The priests call out to the gods, and when the gods arrive, the second act is the sacrifice.

The first to begin was the dedication of the stadium. In the four and a half underground human sacrifice stadiums, the Otomi nobles competed fiercely and fought brutally. But today, their fate is doomed: the winner is sacrificed in the temple, the loser is slaughtered in the unknown, and they will inevitably die in the end.

Watching the wonderful game, the nobles gradually got into it, sometimes cheering and sometimes cursing. Their emotions were finally appeased, and their hearts were slightly satisfied.

At the same time, in the small temple, hundreds of nobles from Tracopan were dyed blue and sacrificed silently to the main god, low-key warning the big nobles.

Next, the sacrifice of the rain god was changed. The sacrifice ceremony became much simpler, and the scale of the sacrifice was also greatly reduced. On the platform in front of the Temple of Rain, there are only one-man duels one after another, pleasing the great God of War. Under the fair confrontation and unfair equipment, the captive Otomi leaders died in battle one by one, adding more blooming blood flowers to the ceremony.

The Mexica warriors in the audience warmly praised the warrior's decisive death and enthusiastically sang the prestige of the God of War. Unknowingly, the Rain God faded to the corners of the edge, erasing the sense of existence in the ceremony.

Watching all this, Shulot nodded calmly.

Among all the sacrifices, the most important is the sacrifice in front of the main temple. The twelve priests and elders were divided into two groups, offering sacrifices at the same time and calling for prayers alternately.

"The lord god is supreme. He forgives Mitlante, the nobleman of the Otomi people, accepts his final conversion and pious repentance, and leads him to the beautiful kingdom of God, where he will enjoy peace forever!"

"The Lord God is omnipotent. He judged Hirotepec's god-born Oratea, sentenced him to the sins of his blood and the crimes of rebellion, and threw him into the burning abyss, tormenting forever!"

Obsidian's dagger slashed again, and the holy liquid spilled down the stone steps. The pious heart carries the soul and is carried away by the holy fire, and the sinful heart sinks the soul and rolls down the stone steps. These were the first offerings to the new gods, with two distinct deaths.

Hearing the priest's eternal judgment and seeing this scene of soul rising and falling, all the nobles, warriors and commoners were shocked in their hearts. At this moment, the main god began to replace the God of War and the God of the Sun, becoming a more supreme existence, and deeply penetrated into the hearts of the people of the capital.

The elders perform sacrifices in turn until the sun rises in the middle, and the third act is the announcement.

From noon to noon, the scorching sun radiates infinite power, just like the supreme god in mythology.

At the top of the great temple, the high priest once again raised the sun scepter and announced loudly. Immediately, up and down the great temple, hundreds of priests repeated in turn, shouting continuously.

"The sun is rising, and the main god Vitzilopochtli has risen to the highest! He is supreme and omnipotent. He devoured the body of the Feathered Serpent God and occupied the priesthood of the old god. The Feathered Serpent God is dead!"

Hearing this sentence, there was a "boom" under the towering Great Temple, and the faces of the people in the capital were dazed and frightened, and they asked each other in disbelief. Then, the priests who had been arranged for a long time talked about the transformation of the myth, and instilled new concepts word by word.

Shulot smiled slightly. This is the proposal he insisted on, the Feathered Serpent God must die, and must not be reduced to a saint! Since then, his body and priesthood belonged to the Lord God. And the coastal tribes that believe in feathered snakes must convert to the main god and completely erase the image of the feathered snake god. Those who do not follow will be completely punished and eradicated!

Hearing the boy's unusually firm proposal, although the high priest was noncommittal at first, he finally nodded in agreement, "to eliminate the huge hidden danger in the east."

"The sun rises high, and the main god Vitzilopochtli rises to the highest! He is the highest and omnipotent. He rules all the gods, masters all the priesthood and power, and He is the god of all gods!"

Hearing this, everyone under the bright Great Temple was surprised and exclaimed. The patron saint has been promoted again, and the people in the capital have both heartfelt joy and genuine doubts. At this time, the prepared priests led the people, sang the name of the Lord God together, and used devout prayers to dispel all doubts.

This time, the singing lasted for a full quarter of an hour, and the old concepts were covered in the resonance of belief. The high priest looked solemn and swept across his feet like a god. Where he pointed his divine staff, the sound of singing suddenly resounded. After a while, he nodded in satisfaction after seeing the expressions of immersion and dedication on the part of the crowd.

"The sun rises, the Lord God Vitzilopochtli ascends to the highest! He is the highest and omnipotent. He gives victory and land, He desires blood and divine war.

All things will eventually wither, and the warrior returns to the kingdom of God. Only the holy blood can make the sun perfect, destroy the evil moon, and illuminate the endless darkness! Only God War can make the main god devour everything of the gods, and bestow upon us the almighty and eternal holy blood of blessing, God War! Holy Blood, God War! ! ! "

At this time, under the sacred Great Temple, the shouts had reached the highest level. The nobles had expected it long ago, and they showed it clearly; the warriors were bloodthirsty and eager, and their expressions were excited;

"Holy blood, battle of gods! Holy blood, battle of gods!!!"

The sky-shattering sound startled the birds in the distance, and made the water of Texcoco's lake tremble with it. Along with the spreading shouts, the priests of various communities also led the believers and joined in the strong resonance shouts, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, hundreds of thousands, even the entire capital city in the lake!

The call for war is like continuous thunder, exploding in the mighty world. The boundless prestige strikes, with the bloody will of the Mexica!

The foreign envoys and merchants then prostrated themselves on the ground in horror, trembling with fear, and prayed deeply in the direction of the Great Temple. Intense anxiety and fear arose in the hearts of every Gentile, crushing their will and determination to resist.

After a long time, the terrifying roar gradually subsided. The faces of every citizen in the capital are filled with reverence and obedience after the group fanaticism, and so is Xiulot. His face was flushed from shouting, and the heat wave of excitement surged in his chest, and it took a long time for him to calm down a little.

Later, in the community of the capital city in the lake, the priests no longer praised the new year's Feathered Serpent God, but praised the ascended main god. The Lord God is above all other gods and omnipotent!

However, long-term concepts cannot be changed overnight. Facing the new teachings, the civilians once again had doubts. At this time, they needed the endorsement of the authority, which truly appeared before their eyes.

When the praises of the community sound and the voice of God travels, the fourth act is the parade.

On the Great Temple, the High Priest still presided over the sacred sacrifices. King Avit stood up from the throne, tapped his scepter to Shulot, and the boy followed. He looked at the elder again, and the figure in the palace was no longer there.

The two stepped down the red-stained stone steps, sat on high shoulders, and were carried by loyal warriors to patrol the city majestically.

The king represents the main god, the sun god and the god of war. His shoulders are unusually wide, requiring dozens of people to carry them. The gorgeous shoulders and front and back are the lofty altars built. On the altar at the front end are the golden marks of the sun and hummingbirds, two meters high, with a circle on the outside and a dagger on the inside. The altar at the back end is filled with three-color feathers of Feathered Serpent God, inlaid with emeralds symbolizing wisdom.

A few meters away, Xiulot knew clearly.

The king's parade announced the expansion of the lord's priesthood, and the feathers and turquoise symbolized that the lord ate the Feathered Serpent. From then on, the main god became more powerful, gained the wisdom of the Feathered Serpent, and also controlled peace and prosperity.

Avit's shoulders marched majesticly all the way, and the solemn priests announced loudly: The king brought the decree, and the Feathered Serpent God has been swallowed by the main god!

Feathered Serpent God is one of the traditional four gods and an important object of prayer in New Year's sacrifices. Hearing these words, the civilians along the way showed uneasiness and murmured in a dazed and panicked voice. The warriors were in high spirits, shouting the prayers of the God of War belief. The nobles crowded around enthusiastically and greeted the king sincerely with a smile.

Shulot followed behind, vaguely hearing various praises, with the simplicity and roughness unique to this era: "The king has the determination and strength to kill his brother!" "The king is a ruthlessly roaring jaguar!" The king is like an eagle soaring alone!" "The king has the piety and courage to sacrifice himself!".

Hearing this, the young man found it interesting and couldn't help laughing out loud, which immediately attracted the attention of the rest of the nobles.

So, in just a moment, Shulot was also surrounded by simple praises.

"Your Highness beheaded the marshal and shot the former king to death. He was born extraordinary and brave!"

"Your Highness is not fond of beautiful women, but only loves powerful warriors and craftsmen, just like the great Toltecs!"

"Your Highness is as beautiful as a flower, which makes people admirable. I wish to protect you forever!"

"Your Highness was inspired by the gods, and can stand for seven days and seven nights, listening to the voice of the gods!".

Xiu Luote's face was stiff, barely maintaining the expression on his face. Until suddenly, all the praise suddenly fell silent, leaving only the sincere cheers of the common people.

The young man felt something. He turned his head and saw the elder's shoulder slowly approaching from another intersecting street.

The elder lived high above the altar, his face was calm and there was no trace of disturbance. His hair was pale, his back was still straight, and his eyes swept across without emotion.

In the eyes of the gods, the nobles immediately silenced and kept silent. The warriors looked excited, with real respect for the hero. And the civilians cheered and praised thoroughly, praising the sun that has illuminated them for fifty years! Everyone saluted the elder one after another, and the elder nodded slightly, calmly facing the more excited cheers.

In front of the elder's shoulders, the priests held up the symbol of the main god, and behind them were the symbols of the gods on the trumpet. Among them, the Rain God is the most obvious. He has been degraded from the equal dual gods to the subordinate god of the main god.

From afar, Xiulot bowed his head deeply to the elder, sincerely paying his respects.

The reason why the elders parade with sickness is to announce the promotion of the main god. From then on, the supreme main god is higher than all the gods, absorbing all priesthoods, until he becomes the only true god!

In the end, the king and the elder saluted each other at the same time, and the different two-way parade passed by in this way.

On the shoulders, walking like a god, Xiu Luote is filled with emotions.

He looked down at the people crawling along the way, tasted the eyes of awe and obedience, felt the supreme power, and also felt the spiritual impact brought by power: everything can be decided with one word, and what is said can be followed, this is the sacred Supreme!

The magnificent emotions throbbed in the boy's chest, making him want to scream out loud, and a smile of enjoyment appeared on the corner of his mouth. After a while, thinking of the calm elder just now, the young man suddenly woke up and curbed his unbridled emotions.

Next, Xiulot fell into deep thought.

He followed behind the king, silently watching all the changes, and thus saw more essential things. Nobles, warriors, commoners, these different classes have different psychological changes when facing the religious reform. This change depends on their devotion to the gods and their ability to control power. Commoners are the most pious, nobles hold the most power, and warriors are the most reliable.

As far as the priest class is concerned, the ongoing reforms actually promote the rapid expansion of their power, and also promote the growing size of the priesthood. Even if the priests of the gods belonged to the main god, the number of low-level priests was still far from enough.

Because the priests have penetrated into the lives of the people. They have to preside over the daily ceremonies, preside over the big ceremonies once every ten days, accept the people's confession regularly, and accept the parade of the Holy Land. More importantly, the priests also have to implement the teaching law in the society in an all-round way according to the law code!

The new religion gained in importance in the daily life of the Mexica, with a lasting and profound impact on all groups. This is also a characteristic of powerful monotheism, which penetrates into the lives of the people. And the deeper you go into life, the more the priest's rights expand. In the foreseeable future, priests will eventually become the core of society, guiding people's words and deeds, and becoming the measure of everything.

"The power of the priests developed to the extreme is like the power of the gentry at the peak of the Ming Dynasty. It needs enough checks and balances!"

Xiulot thought silently, thinking about the unpredictable future, and his thoughts extended to the distance.

After a long time, the boy came back to his senses amidst the cheers. He listened attentively. It was everyone's unanimous praise to the Lord God, countless people's sincere praise to the elders, and many people's choice of praise to the king. This difference in quantity and emotion shows the order of people's hearts. Among these praises, only a small part mentioned His Highness.

"The future, I'm just on the road!"

Thinking of this, Xiulot smiled slightly. He looked around, and he had already reached the junction of the main city and the northern city, and it was time to leave. So, in front of everyone, His Highness saluted the king respectfully, then left in a low-key manner with light clothes and simple obedience.

The boy left the supreme and lonely kingdom of God, and went to the world where the beauty gathers together. He is going to find a pure girl in white, and cuddle up to each other in the new year of love.

This chapter took five or six hours to write. The idea is very slow, and it takes a lot of thought. Well, please encourage me!