Aztec Eternals

The moon was rising, and the bonfires were shining. Priest Tomat held up the scriptures and stared at the patriarch of the Kekemu family, the young Serpent Goddess Ti'akin. The pious priests have long been as hard as stone, and regard faith as the foundation of everything. If the Mayan chief on the opposite side refuses, the hard-won opportunity will be lost.

"Ah! Abandon the Heavenly Snake God and completely convert to the Lord God?"

Hearing Uncle Ticaro's translation, Tiakin's forehead was dripping with sweat. Such a condition is an unacceptable price for any Mayan descendant. The ancestors enshrined the Heavenly Snake God for generations, and the family prided themselves on being the most revered descendant of the Heavenly Snake God, which has been passed down for thousands of years. Could it be that he is going to convert to believe in the main god of Mexica on the plateau today?

"Me?. This! How can this be?"

"Promise him! Thiakin, my nephew, the last sun of Mayapan!"

Tikalo, a Mayan trader, has a firm gaze on his young nephew. He has traveled around the world for decades, and has long cultivated a flexible bottom line of belief. At this moment, he exhorted in a deep voice in the ancient Mayapan language.

"Think of the 100,000 undead in Mayapan! Think of your father, grandfather, and great-grandfather! The Kekemu family's blood feud is like a mountain like a sea. This is the family's last chance! Grab it and promise him!"

"Father who died in battle, grandfather who died in battle, great-grandfather who died in battle. The blood debt of the Xiwu family, Kekemu's revenge!"

The young god-born Diakin gritted his teeth, his eyes blazing. For revenge, he is willing to pay any price, even if he completely converts to the new god. Without any hesitation, he knelt down slowly under the "Ali Sutra" written by Priest Tomat and yelled in a low voice.

"I am willing! I am willing to worship the supreme Lord God! No matter what kind of god he is and what price I have to pay, as long as he gives me strength!"

Hearing this, Priest Tomate frowned. He took a deep look at the young prodigy, and said meaningfully.

"My child, the main god Vitzilopochtli, is the highest god in the God Realm. His power is beyond your imagination. You only need to believe in him devoutly, and the power will come to your heart. You want I swear by the spirit of the ancestors, never betray, and be devout as one!"

The boundless darkness shrouded the jungle, and the stars of fire shone underfoot. The ancient and dilapidated Chaos Temple stands in front of it. And the corpses of hundreds of warriors from the Xiwu family fell behind. Light and darkness, vicissitudes and death, together describe the mystery of night, and also tell about the ancientness of God.

".I...swear by the spirit of the ancestors!"

Under the scriptures, the young god-born Di Akin knelt on his knees, sweat dripping from his forehead again. He bit his lip so hard that it bleeds. Swear by the spirit of the ancestors, if you violate

"I will devoutly believe in the Lord God, Vitzilopochtli! He is the supreme god of the God Realm, ruling over my body, blood and soul! I will spend my whole life and never abandon it. If I violate it, if I violate it..."

Priest Tomat lowered his eyes, opened his lips slightly, and read out the guidance.

"If it is violated, the bloodline of the Kekemu family will be cut off, and the souls of the ancestors will fall into the abyss forever, and there will never be peace."

"ah!."

"explain."

"...I will never betray the Lord God throughout my life. If I do, the bloodline of the Kekemu family will be cut off, and the souls of the ancestors will fall into the abyss forever, and there will be no peace!"

The young demigod was devastated and swore the most vicious oath.

"very good!"

Priest Tomat finally nodded with a smile on his lips.

"Bow your head, I will cut off your hair and throw it into the fire. Raise your hand, I will cut your palm and let the blood drip into the fire. From this day on, your soul and blood will be Go to the Kingdom of God and be controlled by the Lord God! And your body must stay in the world, and spread the glory of the Lord God among your tribe!"

".Yes. I will spread the glory of the Lord God among the tribe."

Soon, curling green smoke ignited on the low bonfire, carrying a burnt smell. Priests of Tomat were meticulous and held the strictest and most formal rituals of faith. And such a strict ceremony, in fact, has exceeded the standard for ordinary people to convert to faith, and has met the requirements for priest apprentices to start. Yes, this conversion ceremony is also an initiation ceremony for the priest of the main god.

"Praise the Lord God Vitzilopochtli! He is supreme, rules all things, and is omnipotent!"

"Praise the Lord God Vitzilopochtli! He is supreme, rules all things, and is omnipotent!"

The two stood and knelt, one in front of the other, reciting prayers in a low voice. The smell of burning blood wafted in the air, and the surrounding people were silent. The mysterious atmosphere slowly diffused in the firelight under the night.

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The old militiaman Chivaco remained silent, watching quietly without urging him. He glanced at Tikalo, the Mayan merchant, who had a calm face and let Priest Tomate do what he wanted.

"very good!"

Priest Tomat finished the ceremony, looked at the inexplicably dazed young deity, and pondered for a moment. He always felt that there were still some shortcomings and wanted to do something more. what to do Can the faith of the Lord God be deeply rooted into the heart of the young priest like a seal of jade?

"Engraved?"

Thinking of this, Priest Tomate's expression changed. He recalled the hardest-working sailor on the flagship, with the scarlet sun hummingbird carved on his forehead.

"Cough! The last step. As the most important Mayan descendant, I will give you the most special ceremony! Close your eyes, raise your head, and feel the light and majesty of the Lord God. I will imprint His emblem deep on your forehead above!"

The young god descendant Di Ajin was startled, then closed his eyes obediently, and raised his head. The corner of Priest Tomat's mouth curled up, he pulled out the obsidian dagger from his waist, took a step forward, and lowered his wrist steadily!

".!"

The Mayan merchant Tikalo suddenly widened his eyes and opened his mouth to speak. However, after counting breaths, he didn't say anything. The old militiaman Chivako also remembered something, and the corners of his eyes twitched.

"hiss!."

The cold pain came from his forehead, as if carved into the bone marrow. The young god descendant Diajin gritted his teeth, thinking of more unforgettable revenge, but he forcibly endured it.

After a while, Priest Tomate completed the last step. He watched the bright red sun hummingbird flying on the forehead of the young deity, and smiled with satisfaction.

"Tiakin, my child, have you felt the gaze of the Lord God?"

"I feel it, respected Priest Nava."

"Oh? What does His gaze look like?"

"It's majestic, like fire. Dazzling, painful, and powerful!"

The young god-born Diakin closed his eyes and replied sincerely. Hearing his serious answer, Priest Tomat smiled gently.

"Very good! Diakin, from today onwards, you are a descendant of the Lord God's blessing! Similarly, you will also become a priest of the Lord God and serve Him for the rest of your life! Praise the Lord God! He protects us and grants us invincibility the power of!"

"Praise the Lord God! He protects us and gives us invincible strength!"

The low chanting sound echoed between the temple and the jungle, and then disappeared into the night. The first Mayan chief to convert to the Lord God, and the first Mayan priest to worship the Lord God were born. Ticaro looked at the two of them, silently lowering his eyes. He smelled the favored breath of fate, but it had nothing to do with him.

"Okay! Ticaro, we can finally talk again. As a new ally, let's talk about the price of your mistakes. And this will affect your fate."

Priest Tomat turned around and switched from a pious priest of the main god to an important leader of the fleet. With a half-smile, he stared at the silent Mayan merchant Tikalo, speaking the Nahua language of the Alliance. For some reason, the sacrificial dagger in Priest Tomat's hand was never put away, and it glowed dimly red under the firelight.

"Tikalo, you should know that His Highness attaches great importance to this exploration of the East. And you still planned all of this. In this case, have you prepared enough compensation to appease Your Highness' anger? Or, are you going to offer Sacrifice yourself, give your heart to the gods."

Happy National Day to everyone! (▽)