Aztec Eternals

The vast Texcoco Lake is shining with sparkling waves, reflecting the scorching sun in the sky, and also reflecting the towering Great Temple. The white stone and red-roofed Great Temple, reflected in the Pinghu Lake, is already crimson. The steps of the temple were painted red with thousands of sacrificial offerings, engraved with the last traces of the descendants of the gods. And the nearby Texcoco Lake was also injected with bright red, turning into a faint lake of blood. Blood Lake Red Temple is the country of red!

On the temple, the priests prayed and chanted, waving the stone blades for offering sacrifices. In the stadium, the prisoners of war hit the ball desperately, in exchange for bursts of applause. On the square, poets chanted loudly and recited the poems they created. In the community, musicians played bamboo flutes and beat brisk drums. Beside the road, girls danced and sang, attracting admiring teenagers.

At this moment, human voices, music, singing, roaring, chanting, and prayers all echoed in the majestic lake capital, using the sacrifice of life to please hundreds of thousands of people, playing a festive movement! This is the annual New Year Festival, and it is also a rare victory festival!

People in the capital city in the lake are enjoying the rare joy in the unprecedented grand festival, and mourning the elders who passed away. This kind of piety and sacrifice, blood and death are the common aesthetics of the Mexica people. It has lasted for more than a hundred years, and I don't know when it will change.

The victory ceremony has lasted for nine days! And today is the last day. Avet was wearing royal clothes, still sitting high on the throne. With piercing eyes, he glanced at the twelve priests and elders who presided over the sacrifice in front of the temple, as well as the nobles drinking and watching in the square, and the warriors in armor. With sharp eyes, he watched the celebrating crowd, looked at the community stretching in all directions, and felt the inclination of the people in the capital.

After a while, Avit lowered his eyes, feeling both satisfied and somewhat unsatisfactory in his heart. He clenched the scepter in his hand, and muttered to himself at the highest point of the capital.

"In their hearts, I am a king who is good at war, a pious king of gods, but I am not yet an immortal sun! Prestige and legend need the precipitation of time, and more importantly, an unforgettable feat!"

After pondering for a moment, Avit's eyes sharpened, and a flame ignited in his chest. He waved his hand, summoned the guards who accompanied him, and gave a few instructions in a low voice.

But after a while, several personal guards came under the throne holding the king's gorgeous bronze cloth armor, bronze helmet, feather shield and battle axe. Then, another personal guard came to the high priest Ugel who presided over the ceremony, and whispered a few words.

In the eyes of the high priest Ugel, there was a flash of astonishment. He hesitated for a while, then looked at the king on the throne. Avit nodded affirmatively, his expression undeniable. Soon, the twelve priests and elders stopped offering sacrifices, and stood apart in front of the great temple, forming a large circle around them. The Chief Priest, Yao Ke, personally escorted the two most important sacrifices, climbed the sixty to seventy meter high pyramid, and came to the Great Temple.

The chanting of the priests stopped, and the sacrifices of the descendants of the gods stopped rolling down. The changes in front of the Great Temple quickly attracted everyone's attention. Thousands of alliance nobles and warriors gathered under the pyramid of the Great Temple, looking up at the sacred height, as if expecting something.

The high priest Ugel cleared his throat and raised the scepter in his hand. With a hoarse voice, he announced loudly to the crowd.

"The Lord God is watching us! He is eager to be brave and fight! In order to please the Lord God, the pious King Avit will end up in person, and have an endless sacrificial duel with two of the most respected descendants of Tlaxcala! Our great God King, will personally show bravery and sacrifice our most dangerous and powerful enemy!"

"What? The king will go off in person and participate in a dangerous sacrificial duel, or one against two?!"

Hearing this shocking news, the nobles in the capital all fell silent for a moment. Then, the incomparable sound waves, with unprecedented expectations, shouted to the heights of the Great Temple.

"Ah! Sacrifice, duel! Sacrifice, duel! The god of war bless the king, bless the brave god king! Roar!"

Excited shouts, like thunder, quickly spread in the city. Soon, a call from the heart sounded in the entire capital city in the lake.

"Sacrifice, duel! God bless the king!"

In the hearts of the Mexica, bravery and good at fighting are the greatest virtues! The tribe has not been far since ancient times, and the warlike wind is very strong, and the people's hearts are proud of death in battle. If it is placed in the current Celestial Dynasty, I am afraid that the officials will immediately remonstrate and stop it. And in the capital city of Mexico at this moment, there is only one cry of expectation in the hearts of hundreds of thousands of people.

"Quick! Hurry up!"

Avit looked around the capital and nodded in satisfaction as he watched the crowds gathering. Afterwards, he got up slowly, held up the topaz scepter, and walked down the altar like a god of war amidst the cheers of the crowd. The guards immediately helped the king change his clothes, putting on a solid bronze cloth armor, a bronze helmet with eagle feathers covering his face, a solid three-color feather shield, and a sharp bronze hatchet. Soon, Avit turned into an elite eagle warrior, standing at the center of the twelve priests.

Then, two "most dangerous and powerful" Tlaxcala descendants also stepped into the duel circle. Tree Snake City Lord Okote had red eyes, and was covered with a cloth robe with a cloud snake painted on it, and held a sharp-edged baton in his hand. The Feathered Snake City Master Kui Huizi pursed his lips tightly, covered his body with a Feather Serpent robe, and was given a gorgeous short stick with feathers in his hand.

Well, no doubt about it. The two sides in the battle are the king of Mexica with bronze armor and axe, and the city lords of Tlaxcala with cloth robes and wooden sticks. In the witness of the Lord God, it is fair and Mexica. What? You said that a wooden stick can't break a bronze armor, and a cloth robe can't hold a copper axe? No, that means you are not strong enough, not brave enough.

"Witness of the Lord God! The king who is the incarnation of the sun god is about to fight against the god of hunting and the incarnation of the feathered snake evil god for his people! The bright sun will definitely destroy the darkness and kill the cloud snake and the feathered snake!"

The high priest Ugel announced loudly, and the twelve priests and hundreds of priests also repeated it immediately. Soon, the rolling sound waves came from the Great Temple, resounding through the capital city in the lake.

"Light versus darkness, Lord God versus evil god. The holy duel begins now!"

"Ha ha!"

Avit was wearing a bronze armor and laughed boldly. He looked at the most honorable two of the descendants of Tlaxcala, saluted slightly, and said with a smile according to the ancient ritual.

"Ocotte, Quehuizi, you are my beloved sons!"

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The lord of Tree Snake City, Okote, didn't say a word, but stared at the Mexica king with red eyes. Ten days ago, his two sons were the first two descendants of the gods to be sacrificed. In the past ten days, the hatred of the country's destruction and family destruction has been deeply rooted in his heart, and he will never forget it until he dies.

Feathered Snake City Master Kui Huizi was silent for a while, but still answered in a low voice according to the ancient tradition.

"Avit, you are my beloved father! Even with a stick, I will kill you!"

"Okay! Then come!"

Avette laughed loudly, and raised the large shield in his left hand. Okot, the owner of the tree snake city, strode forward without hesitation, and hit Avit's neck with a sharp swing.

"boom!"

Avet raised his left hand, and the large shield went up, and the wooden stick was blocked. On the other side, Quehuizi, the lord of Feather Serpent, also rushed forward, and quickly hit Avett's armored lower abdomen with a stick.

"boom!"

Avet was wearing heavy armor, it was inconvenient to move, and he took a solid blow. The surrounding guards stared nervously, holding their battle axes tightly, ready to charge at any time. The king smiled and shook his head. Then, he faced the Great Temple, making a hurt and painful expression.

"Ah?! The heroic king, wounded by evil!"

Under the Great Temple, hundreds of thousands of pairs of eyes are staring intently at it. Soon, the battle between the king and the evil became more and more intense. From time to time, he used a large shield to cover, blocked with a copper axe, changed the direction of his feet, and endured the torrential rain attack from the opposite side, and the pain and perseverance of the wounded battle appeared on his face.

"Ah! Wow!.Ah!"

"Ah, this!"

"Lord God! Please bless the God King!"

The situation gradually tilted, and the king struggled to hold on, but under the attack of two evil descendants of the gods, he was powerless to fight back. The hearts of the people watching the battle were shaken, and they shouted wildly in fear. After a while, the chaotic shouts, under the intentional guidance, turned into prayers and calls for blessings!

"Lord God bless! God bless my king!"

As if hearing everyone's prayers, Avit's expression became more and more decisive.

Tree Snake City Lord Okot rushed forward like a mad dog, beating him close to his body, and the king's armor rattled. It's just that he was starved for several days in a row, and his hands were not strong enough. After barely playing for a quarter of an hour, he staggered and felt a little unstable.

Seeing the exhausted enemy, Avit raised his brows. It's time for this wonderful duel to reach its climax. He took a sudden step forward, raised his foot, and kicked Okot's belly hard.

"Well!"

Okote was hit hard, and his knees suddenly softened, and he knelt down on the ground weakly. Seeing the reversal of the situation, the sky-shattering cheers sounded from under the temple in an instant, accompanied by fanatical prayers.

"Praise the Lord God! Praise the King!."

Arvit smiled and turned around. He ignored Okote who was kneeling down, and faced the Great Pyramid, waving the three-color feather shield magnificently. The cheers were loud and endless, and the sound hit my ears. On the other side, Kuihuizi, the lord of Feathered Serpent, showed grief and anger, and also brandished a gorgeous feathered short stick, fighting with the king.

Bright feathers flutter, like the incarnation of a god. Avitt entangled for a moment, then took a step back. Then, he let out a sharp shout, and finally raised the copper ax in his right hand, and with a wide-opening and closing movement, slashed forward suddenly.

"The lord god blesses! Slay the evil!"

"Shh! Chih!"

The sharp copper ax easily cut through the feathered snake's robe. Then, without stopping, the sharp ax blade slashed through Kuihuizi's body fiercely, pulling out a half-meter-long wound and splashing a large amount of blood!

"Ah! God of hunting, I hate it."

The Feathered Snake City Master paused suddenly, and yelled in a low voice with difficulty. Then, under the gaze of hundreds of thousands of people, he slanted down powerlessly.

"Roar! Roar! Slay the evil, brave God King!"

"Ha ha!"

Avit was sweating profusely, his face was stained with blood, and he laughed heartily. He stepped forward, grabbed Quehuiz by the hair, and dragged him to the sacrificial stone. Then, he put away the copper axe, took out the obsidian dagger at his waist, and inserted it into Quehuizi's chest!

"Sacrifice! Sacrifice!"

Fanatical shouts came from all directions. Under countless gazes, Avet raised his red left hand, and threw a pulsating living thing into the burning holy flame! Soon, the shouts below turned into hysterical cheers and howls.

"Roar! Roar! God bless my king!"

"Ha ha!"

Avit looked around, looked down and laughed. However, at this moment, a kneeling and crawling body suddenly rushed from behind him.

"Um?"

In an instant, Avit's waist tightened, and he was tightly hugged from behind. Then, the man stretched out his hand desperately, grabbed the copper ax at the king's waist, and pulled it out.

"ha?!"

Avit raised his brows, a look of surprise flashed across his face. Seeing this, the warriors in the rear flocked to the king.

"Stand back! Get out!"

Avit snarled like a tiger. Then, he stretched out his left hand, held down the arm behind him, raised the dagger in his right hand, turned an arc, and thrust it towards his side waist! That's where the copper ax is.

"Pfft!"

The sound of the dagger piercing into the flesh came instantly. Then, another merciless stir.

"Uh! Ah!."

Severe pain came, and Okote howled in pain. In an instant, a bloody hole appeared in his palm. He lost his strength in an instant, and could no longer hold his newly grasped weapon.

"when!"

The copper ax landed on the bluestone ground, making a crisp sound. Avit's eyes sharpened, he grabbed Okot's hair with his left hand, and picked up the copper ax on the ground with his right hand. Then, under the watchful eyes of hundreds of thousands of people, he pressed the revered tree snake city lord, the titular King Tlaxcala, on the sacrificial stone.

"God of hunting! Please let me go"

Okot moaned weakly, revealing his fragile neck, like a cloud snake showing seven inches.

"The lord god bless! Kill the evil cloud snake!"

Avit groaned. Then, he suddenly raised the copper axe, aimed at the seven inches of the cloud snake, and dropped the axe.

"Wow!"

The bright red of the large canopy splashed the king's head and face. Avet stretched out his left arm, and wiped his blood-red eyes with his gorgeous battle clothes. Then, he threw away the copper axe, raised his right hand high, held Okote's open-eyed head, looked at the hundreds of thousands of people in the capital, and roared boldly!

"Roar! The Lord God blesses me and kills the evil from all directions! From today onwards, I am you, the new immortal sun!"

Seeing the king's blood-stained announcement and watching this shocking scene, everyone under the Great Temple lost their voices instantly. A moment later, hysterical cheers came out from the mouths of hundreds of thousands of people, without any guidance!

"King of God! King of God! The Lord God blesses the Mexica, rise the immortal sun! Immortal God King!!"

"Hahaha!"

Avit looked up at the sun in the sky, laughed out loud, and didn't care about any stares. The twelve priests and elders looked at each other, their expressions changed for a while, and then they lowered their heads one after another. The nobles and warriors roared excitedly, their blood racing. At this moment, they all saw a new sun rising from the top of the Great Temple.

"Haha! Have fun!"

Avitt was extremely happy. He laughed presumptuously for a while, then looked at the prostrate crowd, and threw Okot's bleeding head at the Great Temple at will. Then, with a sharp look on his face, he looked at the twelve elder priests, who were like gods aloft, and gave orders directly.

"Ugel, the great sacrifice is not over yet! Continue to sacrifice the descendants of the gods to please the gods and the people!"

"Obey your immortal god-king."

"Very good! Come on, go and call the Mixtec envoy!"

Having said that, Avitt turned around with big strides covered in blood. In this way, he was wearing heavy armor, carrying a large shield and copper axe, and sat back on the throne, with an undisguised killing intent in his words.

"I'm right here, waiting for his audience!"