Aztec Eternals

Sleepless all night, the morning star is revealed in the distant sky; the sky is slightly bright, and the morning sun appears at the end of the east. Soon, a brilliant red sun slowly rose from among the clouds, illuminating the boundless fields and the magnificent capital city, and bringing new light.

With a smile on his face, Xiulot admired the beauty of the sunrise and the capital city beneath his feet.

The flames of the four cities gradually subsided, only the great temple in the center was still emitting thick smoke. The palace and temple areas are firmly under control, and thousands of warriors hold their weapons tightly and are conducting a rigorous search. At the top of the majestic Palace of Winds, two flags of the Mexica royal family fluttered high, and beside the bloody sun is a black wolf with its head up. Not far away is the banner of the main god of the Sun Hummingbird.

Most resistance in the capital was quelled. The civilian and artisan areas have fully restored order. In the narrow streets, there are marching torrents of warriors, patrolling militiamen with spears, and squads escorting spoils and prisoners. Only the last few solid stone mansions remained in the noble district. Dozens of hundreds of noble private troops are struggling desperately and in vain relying on the terrain.

The young king ordered a few words in a low voice, and his guard left with the jade talisman.

Soon, a group of tall warriors hurried away, carefully holding the sealed wooden box in their hands. After a while, a loud bang of "Boom, Boom" exploded in the noble mansion, accompanied by a miserable howl, the last resistance finally collapsed.

Shulot laughed and raised his head. The Sun God had already ascended to the throne in the middle, and Tarasco's royal capital, Qin Cong Can City, was finally completely pacified in his hands!

"Your Highness, congratulations on your glorious victory! You are the invincible wolf king!"

Toltec has been here for a while. He hid behind Bertard with a sullen face, and didn't dare to come forward until he saw His Highness was happy, and knelt down on the ground with a tiger body.

"The black wolf apologizes to you!"

Xiulot smiled and looked at his beloved general.

"Oh, excuse me? Toltek, have you caught the chief and the prince yet?"

"I don't."

The black wolf warrior was ashamed and glared at Chivako bitterly.

"Your Highness, I fought hard and killed more than a dozen warriors with my own hands! But I never thought that the fruit would be stolen by a despicable mouse!"

"Oh? Chivaco, what do you have to say?"

Facing the beast-like gaze of the black wolf warrior, the old militiaman shuddered. His thoughts turned, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Strong black wolf warrior, you are a leopard in the jungle. You bit a running rabbit. The rabbit hid in the hole and was eaten by mice. You, please don't keep it in your heart."

Hearing Chivaco's words, Toltek's face softened slightly. He calmed down his anger, thought about the old militiaman's proposal, but was discouraged again. He answered with his head held high.

"Forget it, how can I, Heilang, take credit for other people's work! What's yours is yours, and I, Toltek, want to capture the prey with my own hands! With Your Highness here, I am destined to rule the world!"

Seeing Chivako's response and hearing Hei Lang's reply, Shulot nodded with a smile. Then, with a straight face, he lectured Toltek.

"Toltek, you are a warrior who is difficult to defeat by a hundred men, and you have thousands of elites under your command. Chivako is just an ordinary militiaman, with only a dozen people in total. However, he was able to take away the most important people in front of you. You have not even discovered the booty! Toltek, my black wolf, you have to think about the truth!"

"War is hunting! In this battle, you have at least three problems. First, you didn't lower your head and ask your guide to understand the situation in the Palace of Winds; second, you didn't pay attention to the situation around you and watch your guide. ; and finally, you do not completely surround the prey, find another passage."

"My black wolf, you are brave, this is your advantage! But people who are good at bravery often rely on bravery and self-restraint, thus ignoring the wisdom of the mind and flexible means. People who are good at swimming will drown in the water, Those who are good at fighting can never just fight!"

"My black wolf, the last time you hunted down the hound alone, if you hadn't been rescued by the samurai captain, you would have died in the wild. This failure is a good lesson. I have high expectations for you. Toltek , when you can let go of your blind bravery, fully consider the situation you are facing, and make rational use of everything in your hands, you will be able to become a real commander! Only then will I be able to trust you with a legion!"

"Yes, Your Highness, I was wrong."

Hearing His Highness's admonition, Toltek was dejected and fell to his knees on the ground. Not far away, Ezpan watched all this with envy in his eyes.

"Well, Black Wolf, I will give you another mission! Take your thousand elites and continue to search for the whereabouts of Prince Tarasco! Chihuaco and Puapu are locals, and they are your deputy. Remember , Ask them a lot!"

Hearing His Highness's order, the old militiamen and gray-earth warriors put on a sad face, bowed their heads in response, and the group left quickly. Shulot turned his head and looked at the most trusted warrior commander.

"Bothard, you are in charge of the pacification and aftermath in the city, counting the population and spoils. Ezpan will be your deputy and interpreter. It is time for the warriors to put away their weapons. Organize your hands and use sand to extinguish the burning temple. Five days later, in front of the temple square in the center of the city, the conversion ceremony and entrustment ceremony will be held!"

The warrior commander bowed his head in obedience. The young king turned around and went down the tower. He wants to meet Avet in person, report the latest situation, and then discuss the follow-up arrangements.

Five days passed in a hurry, and the wind of May was blowing from the east. In front of the wreckage of the Temple of the House of Winds, under the magnificent reflection of the pyramid, nearly 70,000 city residents were driven around the square. With 20,000 Mexica legions holding shields and sticks, and 3,000 archers occupying important areas, the temple area is tightly controlled, and the world is full of chills.

A tall altar was erected on Yaka Tower, and a raging holy fire was lit under the pyramid. Shulot was dressed in a feather crown sacrificial costume, standing at the top of more than 40 meters, looking down at the continuous ants colony under his feet. The turbulent heroism echoed in the king's heart, as if holding the world in his hands. Behind him, Avit was wearing the king's divine attire, sitting on a golden throne, smiling, looking at the young king who officiated.

Spices are thrown into the holy fire, and the lingering smoke rises, and the pleasant breath spreads out. Hundreds of war priests sang the hymn of prayer, and the solemn praise echoed through the capital, drowning out the faint cries. Afterwards, Shulot raised his hands high, and 20,000 warriors knelt down on one knee at the same time, shouting and praying to the pyramid.

"Praise the supreme Lord God! Praise the majestic king! Praise the heroic Highness!"

Amid the cheers that shook the sky, Avit stood up. He solemnly raised the topaz scepter in his hand and roared loudly.

"The Lord God made a decree! He conquered the three gods, and His throne was held high again! The Lord God said, the sun's rays shrouded the land in the lake, and the Kingdom of Tarasco will perish today! From now on, the Prepeca people are members of the alliance People, believers who convert to the Lord God, partners of the Mexica people! The glorious Western Expedition has won, and the warriors of the God War will be blessed by the Lord God! God bless the alliance and rule the entire world!"

"God Bless the Alliance, rule the entire world!"

The boiling shout shook the world, and also the people of Prepeca in the square. Twenty thousand Mexica warriors tapped on their shields, and under the guidance of the priests, they prayed to the Lord God in unison and sang the light of God.

"Praise the sun god Vitzilopochtli! His light falls on the ground, and also falls on the hearts of believers! He is the god who dominates everything, and also determines the fate of unbelievers!. Offer sacrifices and pray for the coming of the Lord God! "

"Bang! Boom! Boom!" The priests poured large jars of carbon powder into the holy fire, and the flames rose sharply. Then, two wooden cannons fired into the sky at the same time, and thunder resounded through the capital, causing the residents in the city to tremble in horror. They fell on the ground in fear, awed by the power of the gods, and finally prayed to the main god of Mexica.

The holy fire was burning, and the cannons sounded loudly. Five hundred and eighty-four temple guards dragged the same number of royal and noble prisoners to the priests. This is the cycle of Venus, heralding destruction and new life. The god-born captives were dressed gorgeously, their hands and feet were tied, and their mouths were blocked with cotton cloth. They are ritual offerings. Huge clay pots are ready and tequila has been poured into them.

After a while, the singing of the priest suddenly rose, and the cheers of the warriors roared suddenly. The residents of the capital widened their eyes, witnessing the death of the descendants of the gods. The sharp obsidian dagger cut across the arc of the sacrifice, with exceptional precision. Afterwards, the noble vitality went up, the exuberant life went down, and large jars of blood wine were prepared for the converted warriors and militiamen.

"Praise the God of War, Vitzilopochtli! He uses the blood and soul of the sacrificer to give courage to the fighters, promise victory to the warriors, and control their bodies and minds! Drink the blood wine and shine the glory of the Lord God!"

Under the guidance of the Mexica warriors, more than 10,000 captured Tarasco warriors, militiamen, and Tekos tribesmen took the lead in converting. Soon, the first thousand warriors knelt down before the holy fire, their hair was cut off by a thousand war priests, they were thrown into the fire, and they drank the dark red blood wine, repeating their oath of loyalty to the Lord God. Then, in a trance, they were guided to retreat to the sides and kneel down.

Ezpan led the militiamen from the kingdom and stood by. They shouted in the Prepecha language, telling about the power of the Lord God, praising the future of the believers, and threatening the fate of the unfortunate. Hundreds of elite warriors looked solemn, with their copper axes hanging down, bright red dripping down the blades, and the consequences of their reluctance to convert were clear at a glance.

Green smoke rises, carrying the burning smell of hair, and also takes away the soul of imagination. The nobles and high-ranking officers among the captives have been taken away, and the remaining soldiers can only drift with the crowd. Large numbers of fighters poured in like a torrent of water. They knelt, cut their hair, saluted, drank, prayed, and finally withdrew. Occasional resistance and noise are like insignificant waves, which turn red in a moment.

Shulot looked solemnly, looking from the tall pyramid. Tens of thousands of Tarasco soldiers are like tiny dust gathered. Swept by the irresistible force, they changed their appearances, their hearts were shocked, and they scattered to the sides in a daze. At this moment, the king is aloof, easily controlling the life and death of everyone. This strange feeling makes people intoxicated, floated all over, and makes people feel a little dazed.

Shulot turned his head and looked at Avette who was sitting upright. The real king looks indifferently, looks at the world with contempt, and looks directly at all people like nothing. Only when he met the boy's eyes did he nod slightly and smile gently.

"Praise the Lord God Vizilopochtli! He brings light to all the lost, let them feel the warmth of God, and save everyone's souls! Take refuge in the Lord God and remember His name!"

Amidst the priest's chanting, more than 10,000 warriors had converted and knelt down on the bluestone ground. Next, it was the turn of nearly 60,000 civilians. The priests removed the blood wine and replaced it with slightly warmed tortillas, and the fragrance of the food instantly dissipated. There was another commotion in the crowd. The temple warriors strode forward. They waved their batons in vain, blew the terrifying whistle of death, and easily suppressed the commotion.

The conversion ceremony for commoners is simpler. One priest can be in charge of seven or eight people at the same time. The civilians knelt tremblingly before the holy flame. They cut off locks of their hair and threw them into the fire, listening to the prayers of the priests. They need to remember the name of the main god, repeat it three times, and then they can hold the tortilla to both sides.

The torch was refueled twice, and the sun slowly set in the west. In the rays of the setting sun, the pyramid casts a slanted phantom, covering the people on the ground. Tens of thousands of "ant colonies" flowed slowly, paused in front of the holy fire, and then gathered in all directions like dust. They are like toy hourglasses in the hands of the gods, flowing silently.

The setting sun was dyed like blood, and fell into the eyes of the young king. Shulot lowered his head slightly, looking at his hands, where the fate of countless people seemed to be held.

Avit slowly stood up from the golden throne. He looked around, the guards were far below, and the kings were high above. At this high place where there were only two people, he took out a newly made emerald scepter and asked with a smile.

"Sholot, my child, are you ready?"

"Avit, my teacher, I'm ready."

Shulot turned around, facing his teacher, and slowly knelt down on the ground. His eyes were calm and joyful, but his shoulders were getting heavier.

"The sun opens its red eyes, and the Lord God witnesses the future of Scarlet!"

Avit raised his hands high, the priests shouted in unison, and one hundred thousand people fell silent at the same time. At this moment, under the majestic pyramid, no matter nobles, warriors or commoners, they all knelt down on the bluestone ground. Hundreds of thousands of people looked up and watched the red sunset fall on the top of the pyramid, and the blood-colored brilliance appeared on the kings, which made people shake their hearts. The sacred heaven and earth are closely connected at this moment, and the incarnation of the gods proudly descends to the world!

"The Lord God testifies! He took the bright red sky away, and He left the earth to the world!"

"He said that the alliance is destined to conquer the world, and the king is born to rule the Quartet! The leader of Mexica is the ruler of the world, and the king of Mexica is the king of the world!"

"In the name of the god-born king, in the name of the king!"

King Avit's face was like a god, his hands clenched into fists, and he looked down in all directions like an eagle. Where the king's gaze passed, tens of thousands of people bowed their heads to the ground. They offer awe and obedience from the heart to the incarnation of the gods. There was a smile on Avet's face, and then the smile closed, and it was sacred and solemn again.

"In the name of the king! I, Avit, the king of the world, entrust the land in the lake of Mikencho to my heir, Shulot the 'God-inspired'! North to the fortress of the mouth of the river, south to Talsas River, east to the Sitacuaro Mountains, west to the endless great lake, will become his fiefdom! With the authority of god and king, he will be in charge of the mountains, rivers, vegetation and beasts of this lake area, and rule the cities on this land The village, and even all the people, exercise power second only to me!"

Having said that, Avette finally came to Shulot. There was a smile on his face. He raised his right hand and handed the emerald scepter to Shulot. The radiant emerald gemstones are radiant, conveying infinite wisdom, and also herald an infinite future!

"Sholot, I hand over the fetish of Tarasco to you! From today on, you are the king of the land in the lake!"

Xiu Luote nodded and saluted. Suppressing the excitement in his heart, he tightly clenched the magic staff in his hand, feeling the coldness and heaviness of the tentacles. Then, he slowly got up, faced the 100,000 people under the pyramid, and slowly opened his arms!

The scepter is held high, the gems are shining, and the cheers of the Mexica Legion are boiling in an instant! Cheers swept across the capital, shaking everyone's hearts, until they converged into a cry that drowned everything:

"The god-inspired priest, the king of the lake! The priest king!"