Aztec Eternals Chapter 137

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The rising sun rises into the sky, and the light spreads to the earth. The chants of the Mexica priests reverberated between heaven and earth, becoming the only bridge between God and man.

On the central square of Hilotepec, the priests of Otomi have just been sacrificed collectively, and the grand sacrificial ceremony is about to reach its climax.

Looking at the kneeling one thousand Otomi soldiers and their blood-stained hands, the royal commander Ocello nodded with satisfaction and laughed heartily.

"Okay, excellent! Come on, go and invite Priest and Elder Ugel to preside over the sacred conversion ceremony!"

The guards withdrew respectfully. After a while, the elder priest Ugel was wearing a heavy and solemn obsidian costume, holding an emerald scepter, and strode steadily.

Looking from a distance of dozens of steps, the stone crown of the gemstone shines brightly, the bottom covers the broad forehead, the gorgeous feathers spread out to the sky, and the end covers the slightly chubby cheek. At this time, the elder priests of Ugel are like the messengers of the gods in the world, majestic and incomparable.

Commander Ocello bowed his head to greet the elder priest, and Uger moved his scepter slightly to return the salute to his decades-old friend. Immediately, the priests and elders boarded the altar, stretched out the divine staff again, and went to the holy fire under the altar.

Dozens of low-level priests immediately came respectfully, carrying the bright yellow mysterious stone of the dead. The priests first placed several huge sacrificial pots in front of the altar and poured barrels of tequila. Then, they used the flame of the holy fire to set up dozens of widely spaced braziers in the square. In the end, they stood solemnly in front of the brazier, with several pottery cups for offering wine at their feet. On both sides of each priest are four temple guards in black wolf suits. These temple warriors hold shields and sticks, guarding the faith devoutly.

The accompanying third-level priest quickly stepped forward and knelt down to ask for instructions.

"Respected suzerain, what kind of sacrifice should you use when you swear by blood?"

Uger's face was calm, and he ordered in a deep voice.

"This is the first collective conversion after the Supreme Being of the Lord God. Naturally, the highest standard of the gods is used. You need at least one month to find Ocello!"

The priest nodded and stepped back. Soon, he came to Commander Ocellol and saluted. Hearing this, Ocello was slightly startled, looked up in the direction of Ugel, and the other party also looked at him at the same time. The commander looked at the dignified and serious old friend, nodded helplessly, and gave orders to the guards in a low voice.

"Bring a small team of the god-born royal family, try to gather enough people for twenty people."

Surprise flashed across the guard's face. Immediately, he respectfully stepped back and went to find the warriors in charge of the custody.

Time passed silently, and the songs of the Mexica priests echoed in the heavens and the earth. Confused about their fate, the Otomi people stared blankly in all directions. Afterwards, they suddenly shouted and shouted, and were ruthlessly suppressed by the Mexica warriors.

I saw a team of elite eagle warriors, escorting twenty Otomi gods, coming towards the central square. This is the supreme royal bloodline of the city-state, which has ruled the city of Hirotepec for a hundred years, and is the sustenance of another belief of the Otomi people.

More than a dozen middle-level priests immediately greeted them and took the gods straight to the altar.

Under the unbelievable gazes of all the Ortomi people, the godborn already understood their destiny. Some of them are generous, some are angry, some are afraid, some are weeping... Silent or sound, calm or trembling, all will be perished for eternity.

In the square, the chants of the priests suddenly became high-pitched, the drums of the samurai were excited again, and the screams of the gods gradually became weaker. Only the Otomi people were desperate and silent. They watched the vigorous vitality flow quickly, and when the sacrificial pot was filled with bright red, the throbbing fuel was poured into the sacred fire, burning all the spiritual sustenance of the Otomi people.

Soon, the pottery cups for offering wine were filled with bright red holy wine and placed in front of dozens of braziers.

Ugel looked up at the sky, the sun had risen to the highest level, bursting with infinite light and heat. The elder priest nodded slightly. He waved his divine scepter, and all the voices stopped. There was only the supreme divine word between heaven and earth!

"Praise be to my God, Huizilopochtli! His power is infinite and supreme. From the past to the future, he controls all existence until the end...

...he who obeys my God, ascends to heaven, is forgiven, and rests forever! Those who disobey my God will sink into the abyss of the earth, turn into gold and stone, and will never be liberated! ...

Otomi people, dedicate all your body and mind to the Most High God, wash away all sins and enjoy the light forever! "

Hearing Yongxiangguang, Natalie, who had been crawling for a long time, finally raised his head. He saw that the Mexica priests added bright yellow fetishes to the sacred flame, and the flame instantly turned blue. The long wind blew past, and the divine breath rushed to his face, choking him to devout tears.

Natalie got up with difficulty, and under the guidance of the warriors, he walked quickly to the position of the sacred flame. Immediately, he came to the brazier, faced the smiling middle-aged priest, and knelt down reverently again.

Bravo smiled and nodded. He looked at the young Otomi warrior with kindness in his eyes.

After meeting His Royal Highness that time, he suddenly turned around. The priest group in the capital first sent people to recruit and inquired about the information of many local nobles, and the middle-aged priests reported them in detail. Soon, he was given the opportunity to study the writing, then to study the new doctrine, to learn to love and speak with God. This time, he came to the north with the Patriarch of Uger, as a first-level assistant, to participate in the great conversion ceremony of Hirotepek.

"My child, come, cut off a bunch of your hair and throw it into the holy fire in front of you. From then on, under the testimony of the supreme Lord God, you will burn away the guilt of the past, dedicate your love with all your heart, and embrace the light of the Lord God! "

The middle-aged priest's voice is magnetic and gentle, and his words are even more seductive.

Natalie was refreshed. Under the attention of the Temple Guard, he took the obsidian dagger, cut off half of his hair without hesitation, and threw it into the brazier.

Looking at the burning black hair and smelling the burning breath, the young warrior's shoulders suddenly relaxed. The darkness in his heart slowly burned away in the sacred ceremony, and the light in his chest gradually bloomed with the warmth of the flame.

"I am... devout... Faith, I am... innocent... light..."

Natalie kept talking, his eyes glowed, and a smile appeared on the corners of his mouth.

Bravo nodded in satisfaction. This is a devout good believer, and may even become a fanatic. It was incredible to have such a belief in the first Otomi warriors only a few months ago!

"My child, come, drink this cup of holy wine, and pray to the Lord God. From then on, under the testimony of the Supreme Lord God, you swear to Him and obtain the sacred duty to glorify the glory of the Lord God!"

Natalie was sure. Under the more serious attention of the Temple Guard, he obediently took the blood wine, faced the burning brazier, and drank it first. Immediately, the bright red slid down the corner of his mouth, fell into the brazier, and rose up again. This is the holy fire that shines, and the power of the gods is omnipotent. It can disperse the dead souls in the hands, raise the blood in the mouth, and ignite the light in the heart.

Smelling the strong fishy smell and savoring the bitterness of the holy wine, the young warrior's chest warmed and his heart beat vigorously. He has been injected with inexhaustible motivation and has new goals and missions:

In the land where we grew up since childhood, bring light to all the lost! ...make them feel the warmth of God...make them all like themselves...

"I...accept...God's duty, I...sow...God's glory!"

Natalie muttered to himself. He clenched his fists and pressed his arms tightly to his chest, feeling the heartbeat of his soul.

Hearing this, Bravo nodded again, this samurai has a bright future! He pondered slightly, then took a brand new silver necklace amulet from his neck and handed it to Natalie.

"My child, come, take it, this is the symbol of the Lord God. From then on, you are the warrior of the Lord God, born for Him, fight for Him, die for Him! After death, ascend to the kingdom of God!"

Natalie devoutly took the silver necklace, carefully put it on his neck, and held the amulet to pray. At the front of the necklace is a gold sun talisman. A hummingbird is engraved in the sun, in the shape of a dagger. The hummingbird and the sun are the **** of war and the sun, and now, he is the supreme god!

"Vizilopochtli the Most High, I fight for him..."

Natalie continued to chant and devoted himself to it, with a strange look in his eyes.

Bravo was amazed, he was a born believer!

At this time, on the altar not far away, Ugel also smiled and looked at the blood-sworn Otomi warriors with satisfaction.

Unexpectedly, these thousand soldiers were all excellent believers. Their hearts have been completely emptied, full of desire for faith and salvation. As long as they infuse the glory of the gods and rebuild their faith, these people will become the most devout temple warriors, for the Mexica alliance... no, for the high priests to firmly control the north.

Soon, a thousand soldiers had completed the ritual of cutting their hair and shedding their blood. Everything went smoothly, with only minor interludes.

"Elder Uger, there is an Otomi warrior who has no hair. How should I perform a hair-cutting ceremony?"

The priest came to the stage again and asked in a low voice.

Ugel frowned slightly. He shook the heavy stone crown and thought about it.

"If you don't have hair, then sacrifice a little finger! I seem to have heard someone say that this is also the way to eliminate sin. Let's do it in the future!"

The priest was slightly taken aback. He was very knowledgeable, but he had never heard of such a ceremony. He looked at the elder's slightly wrinkled brows, bowed his head respectfully, and stepped back silently.

"Forget it, the sacrifice of one's own flesh and blood can always make the sacrificer more devout!"

After getting off the altar, the priest silently shook his head and hurried away.

Next, there are more than 4,000 newly descended Otomi warriors. The Mexica warriors divided them into teams of 100, and led them forward in batches to cut their hair, convert their letters and swear blood.

Removal and conversion is similar to the samurai's allegiance, and in the new doctrine is burning guilt and converting to the Lord God. The oath of blood is an oath to God, and from then on, it assumes the responsibilities bestowed by the Lord God and spreads the glory of the Lord God. According to the level of sacrifice, the priests set different specifications for the blood oath, so as to distinguish the believers. The blood oath ceremony itself also symbolizes a religious qualification. At present, the priesthood is not ready to popularize.

These newly descended Ortomi warriors were pale and hesitant. In their concept, there are many gods in the world, and there is no obstacle to believe in the **** of war. But since then, the God of War has been regarded as the only main god, and he has believed that he is omnipotent and supreme, and believes that other gods are only subordinates of the main god, or even ordinary saints... This is a huge impact on their cognition, and a new concept. It is difficult to complete in a short time.

The priests of the Ortomi people were dead, the temple was completely burnt down, and most of the Ortomi warriors chose to bow their heads to convert and burn off their cut hair. Then, the royal family of the godborn withered, the blood wine was in sight, and some Ortomi warriors could no longer bear it. They excitedly held the sacrificial daggers, and before they could stab the Mexica priests in front of them, they were beaten down by the temple guards who were prepared to wave their battle sticks.

Whether the Otomi warriors were silent or resisted, as long as they failed to complete the two-step crucial ritual, they would be ruthlessly dragged out by the guards. Then, these bruised warriors were tightly bound with their hands and watched in the corner of the square.

Ugel looked around the square, thinking in his heart. After the two-step ceremony, about 3,500 Otomi warriors completely surrendered, and the remaining 600 warriors were arrested. These die-hard warriors looked angry and looked like knives. They stared at the two groups of Otomi soldiers, scolded them angrily, and the words pierced into the hearts of the soldiers like arrows.

Natalie listened to the harsh scolding and looked at these unrepentant warriors, with murderous intent gradually in his eyes. Beside him, a thousand Otomi descendants regained the samurai's clubs and shields. Their expressions were icy cold, their killing intent filled, and they were even better than the elite Mexica battle group.

"It's a die-hard Otomi mountaineer." Uger pouted slightly. Immediately, he waved his divine staff vigorously.

"Praise the supreme Lord God! Otomi warriors, beloved by the Lord God, you have chosen to believe in the Lord God, you have been saved, and you have embarked on a bright road! Now, the road to the kingdom of God has been opened. You can go astray with these lost paths. The samurai warriors will engage in sacred duels, and help them go to the beautiful kingdom of God instead of falling into the abyss of misery!"

Hearing the priest's message, Natalie raised the battle stick in his hand and prepared to go forward to fight. Unexpectedly, the Bravo priest shook his head gently at him.

"My children, you have proved your loyalty and bravery. Now it's the turn of the second batch of newly surrendered warriors!"

Natalie was slightly startled. Soon, he looked at the more than 3,000 soldiers whose morale was low, and when he saw the civilian leader who opened the city gate for him, he strode over.

The surrounding Mexican warriors were about to step forward, but Commander Ocello smiled and waved his hand to stop him. Elder Ugel also cast his gaze over. The Bravo priest was thoughtful.

"Wemark! What are you hesitating about!" Natalie grabbed his friend's shoulder from the crowd.

"These warriors are lost people who can't be saved, and they are symbols of darkness! After all, they can't escape death, so let us send these warriors a ride and let them ascend to the kingdom of the Lord God!"

Weimark looked at Natalie in disbelief. The friend at this time was both familiar and unfamiliar. Is this still the simple warrior who once cared about his comrades and cared for the villagers? He looked into his friend's eyes carefully, but saw a bright clarity, full of firm belief. This made him stupefied again.

"Wemark, don't hesitate! For the sake of the Lord God, kill the enemy, free the other party, and enlighten yourself!" After speaking, Natalie thought for a while, then glanced at Balamo, who was stunned again, thinking of the help method of the poet and warrior... He shoved both the club and the shield into Wemack's hands and pushed him into the corner of the duel.

Waymark's expression changed. He walked slowly to the center of the duel, and on the opposite side was pushed a warrior with empty hands. After defending the city for two years, the two knew each other well, and they stood firm under the siege of the Mexica. However, at this moment, as soon as the other party saw him, he yelled, struggled to get up his injured body, and rushed forward.

In the beginning, Weimark felt guilty and just parried with his shield. The empty-handed samurai on the opposite side used all his strength to hit him **** the back, which he was not prepared for, and even took away the battle stick in his hand. Weimark was in pain for a while, his life was threatened, and his eyes gradually became cruel.

Finally, the opponent rushed forward again and was blocked by the shield in his left hand. The samurai's body leaned forward habitually, and sent a head that kept cursing into the range of the battle stick's attack. Afterwards, the battle stick hesitated for a moment, then slammed it sideways, slamming the fragile temple. Then, with a click, the warrior on the other side folded his neck, crooked into a strange posture, then smiled strangely, and fell softly to the ground.

The anger in Wemack's chest subsided suddenly. He stood for two seconds, looked at the smile on the corpse, sighed in his heart, and then turned back. Then, avoiding Natalie's embrace, he just returned the battle club and shield to his friend, and then fell to his knees absentmindedly, praying in a low voice subconsciously.

On the altar, Ugel nodded with satisfaction. He thought about it again, and let the Ortomi warriors persuade each other.

Under the demonstration of the battalion commander Weimark, another one or two hundred descendants came out one after another. Holding shields and battle sticks, they fought with the wounded warriors on the opposite side, killing their former comrades in turn. Then, under the guidance of the priests, the descendants prayed devoutly to the Lord God, seeking liberation and light. In their hearts, the shackles broke silently, and the fire burned secretly.

Ugel waited for a while, and when he saw that there were no more soldiers coming out, he shook his head slightly, but did not force it. He moved a little bit, and there were still about five hundred diehard warriors left in the corner, and he put them aside for the time being.

Next, it was the turn of the more than 20,000 civilians who had been waiting for a long time. Prolonged starvation has left a deep mark on these civilians, their thin chests with sharp ribs. They are like duckweed in the wind, the fire of life may be extinguished at any time.

Ugel waved his scepter again. The priests removed the little remaining holy wine and replaced it with freshly heated tortillas. The aroma of the tortillas moved people's hearts, and the eyes of the commoners filled with terrifying longing. They haven't had a good meal for two years, a full meal for four months, or even food for days. At this time, the commoners were like beasts driven by desire, spurring them to line up.

Cut off hair, throw into fire, chant God's name, eat tortilla. The process is so simple and quick, just take away the civilians who have received the food to prevent them from getting it again. In the end, only about a hundred people were unwilling to convert, and they were stripped of their clothes, checked their identities, and driven out of the city naked.

Ugel didn't care and let these civilians fend for themselves. He pondered in his heart, then ordered to left and right, and waved his divine staff again.

Immediately, a group of forty or fifty civilians was driven forward, and on the other side was an Otomi warrior with his hands tied. The overseeing Temple Guard threw a few black daggers in the field, and ordered the duel to begin, never ending.

Next, there was a dead silence in the field. One is fearful, the other is helpless. Until half an hour later, everyone was executed. The civilians opened their eyes again to the reality that had to be chosen.

The confrontation that followed was much simpler and quicker. Among the forty or fifty people, there would always be someone grabbing the dagger, and there would always be someone who would strike out and kill the samurai who couldn't fight back. When gore is lit, cruel scenes unfold. Civilians rushed forward, using daggers, limbs, and even teeth as weapons to shred the threats to life. At this time, in order to survive, there is no room for hesitation and hesitation. The old order is then overturned again, as has been long held.

Balamo looked at it for a while, then shook his head and sighed melancholy.

"When the ants gather into a torrent, they can devour the dog without leaving a trace of flesh and blood. What kind of surging power is hidden under the docile water surface?"

After reading this, the poet warrior looked at Natalie again, but saw that the other party was holding the necklace of the sun hummingbird, closing his eyes and praying devoutly.

In the wide square, dozens of groups of duels are going on at the same time. The Mexica priests watched calmly, and the Mexica warriors looked appreciative. The first Otomi commoner of each team to attack the samurai will be called out as a loyal commoner, receiving the approval of the priest and the judgment of the samurai. Afterwards, these people were gathered near the descending soldiers, and the two sides looked at each other complicatedly, waiting for the next reward together.

In the eyes of the priests and elders of the capital, a duel of this level was long and uninteresting. Uger closed his eyes slightly and fell asleep standing up for a while. It was not until the sun set in the west that the priest stepped forward cautiously and softly awakened the priests and elders who were "communicating with God".

Ugel opened his eyes and saw that more than 500 loyal civilians had been selected. Their faces were filled with ferocity after a life-and-death struggle, their eyes were filled with the dazedness of the collapse of their concepts, and their bodies were covered in all kinds of scattered blood.

The elder priest evaluated for a moment, then waved the divine scepter again. Bravo had already returned to the brazier to wait, turning the flames blue again. The priests communicated between heaven and earth, scooped out the remaining holy wine, and made blood oaths for the commoners who stood out.

Time passed quietly, loyal civilians finished their blood oaths one after another, and the expression changed again, and there seemed to be something more vaguely. The commander of the royal family stepped onto the altar, discussed with the priests and elders for a while, and finally made a final decision.

One thousand two hundred before and after Otomi who had blood on their hands had the highest status. These people executed priests and warriors who resisted, and they were the most trusted force in the Alliance. The commander generously rewarded them with gold and silver feathers, aristocratic mansions and enough land, and they were promoted to new nobles according to their performance. In the next Otomi Samurai Corps, they will serve as all the lower-level officers, and even as samurai battalion commanders, commanding thousands of people.

The remaining 3,000 Ortomi warriors will be rewarded with houses and belongings, and they will become the warriors of the Alliance. They will also undergo a two-month training integration and rebuild their faith under the guidance of priests.

More than 500 civilians who have proved their loyalty will serve as the community managers of the alliance, and will also be rewarded with houses and property. They will take the community priests as the core and take the roots of the alliance deep into the ground.

The last 20,000 civilians will form communities that will continue to serve as the soil at the bottom of the alliance. They would till the fields, work as artisans, and provide labor. Of course, what the commoners can do now is to follow the priests, pray devoutly, and then receive food for survival from the hands of the priests.

The chants of the priests sounded again, and the samurai danced in a war dance of farewell. Ugel respectfully bid farewell to the main **** and left, and immediately announced the end of the sacrifice, the main **** was extremely satisfied!

Hearing this, everyone fell to the ground together, called God's name three times, and said goodbye to the sunset respectfully. The Otomi soldiers crawl in the crimson sunset, letting bright colors fill their eyes and flow into their hearts.

Afterwards, under the command of the commander, most of the Mexica warriors returned to the camp outside the city with various belongings, and there was another reward for those with outstanding military exploits. Balamo grabbed Natalie and looked at the new tree in the garden. I saw the other party's expression was calm, sitting cross-legged on the ground alone, still praying silently.

"Natalie, my friend, let's go, there is a new reward outside the camp, and the commander specifically mentioned your name."

Natalie nodded silently. He looked around, but Wemack didn't know where he was going. The young Otomi warrior just sighed a little, and then strode away with firm eyes.

The two were silent all the way. The poet samurai also fell into melancholy musings. It was not until he was outside the city that he smiled gracefully, patted Natalie on the shoulder, and looked at the camp not far away and the beautiful prisoners in the camp.

Natalie glanced slightly, but saw hundreds of Otomi girls with torn clothes, ranging in age from fourteen to thirty. They huddled together under the guard of the samurai, trembling and weeping silently. From time to time, licensed Mexica warriors strode in, picked a favorite, and carried them away.

"Natalie, my friend, haven't you always wanted to have a wife from a noble family? Come on, you are still young, choose a younger one and take it back and treat it well."

Balamo smiled slightly and put his arms around Natalie's shoulders. The eyes of the poet warrior are still clear, and the smile is melancholy and vicissitudes.

Natalie watched silently for a while. Immediately, he firmly held the amulet around his neck, prayed for a moment, and his eyes brightened again.

"No, Baramo. I went back and prayed."

After speaking, Natalie nodded to the poet warrior and strode away to the barracks.

Seeing Natalie's disappearing figure, Balamo shook his head. He sighed softly, inexplicably melancholy, and his poetry surged.

Immediately, the poet warrior showed the token given by the commander and stepped into the fragrant tent, looking for the moment of his heart. After searching for a while, his eyes lit up, and he found a beautiful girl with bright eyes.

"What pure eyes, like my pure heart. What a beautiful face. Like my beautiful love...now ~www.mtlnovel.com~ you are the new flower in my garden!"

After speaking, Balamo took two steps forward, held the other's cold and soft hand, looked at the pure and uneasy eyes of a deer, and smiled softly and satisfied.

At this time, on the altar in the city, Ugel sat cross-legged and yawned slightly as he watched the priests clean up.

"It's finally over. Execution of hopeless priests, sacrifice of nobles with noble blood, reward of noble daughters fit for childbearing, conversion to the warriors needed by the Alliance, and conversion of the most common people...

Select loyal trunks from the warriors, stain their hands with blood, break with the past, and serve as officers of the Chapter. Select loyal roots from the commoners, and let them smear blood, separate from the past, as the managers of the community... There is also a contradiction between the samurai and the commoners...

Bring God's revelation and comfort to these loyal believers whose concepts have collapsed, cultivate the belief in the Lord God, and inject light into their hearts... Well, the experiences of these wise men can all be told at the meeting of the High Priestess..."

Ugel laughed, his round face shook, and he was inexplicably proud.

"Haha, I'm really smart! What should this be called class analysis, differentiated treatment... I seem to have heard someone say... No matter, I still have time to learn anyway!"

Thinking of this sentence, thinking of a familiar old man, Ugel laughed happily again. Afterwards, the elder priest shook his big head, and under the respectful eyes of the priests, strode to the commander's camp.

The capital city was turbulent, and he just went to ask his old friend's opinion.

"Ocellol is about a little bit smarter than me...maybe there's more to be heard..."

The elders and priests walked briskly and traveled far in a short time.

Then, the sun sets, darkness falls, and the city of Hilotepec has been conquered.

Chapter end