Aztec Eternals Chapter 239

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Sleepless nights, the morning star is revealed in the distant sky; the sky is slightly bright, and the morning sun emerges at the end of the east. Soon, a splendid red sun slowly rose from the clouds, illuminating the boundless fields, shining the magnificent capital, and bringing new light.

With a smile on his face, Shulot admired the beauty of the sunrise and the capital at his feet.

The fire in the four cities gradually subsided, and only the Great Temple in the center was still emitting thick smoke. The palace and temple districts were firmly in control, and thousands of warriors clenched their weapons and were in a tight manhunt. At the top of the majestic Palace of Winds, two banners of the Mexica royal family fluttered high, and beside the blood-colored sun was a black wolf looking up. Not far away is the banner of the main **** of the sun hummingbird.

Most resistance in the capital was quelled. Civilian and artisan quarters have fully restored order. The narrow streets are full of torrents of marching samurai, lance militias patrolling, and squads escorting loot and prisoners. Only in the noble district, there are the last few solid stone mansions left. Dozens and hundreds of private armies of nobles rely on the terrain and are struggling in despair and vain.

The young king whispered a few words, and the guards left with the jade talisman.

Soon, a group of tall warriors hurried away, carefully holding the sealed wooden box in their hands. After another while, a loud "Boom, Boom" sounded in the aristocratic mansion, accompanied by a mournful howl, the last resistance finally disintegrated.

Xiulote raised his head with a big laugh, the sun **** had already ascended to the throne in the middle, and the capital of Tarasco, the city of Qin Congcan, was finally completely pacified in his hands!

"His Royal Highness, congratulations on your brilliant 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 step forward until he saw that His Highness was happy, and the tiger body fell to the ground.

"Black Wolf asks you to sin!"

Shirott smiled and looked at his beloved general.

"Oh, please? Toltec, have you caught the chief and the prince?"

"I don't."

The black wolf warrior was ashamed, and glared at Chiwako hatefully.

"His Royal Highness, I fought hard and killed more than a dozen samurai with my own hands! But I never thought that the fruit was stolen by a despicable mouse!"

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

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

"Tough black wolf warrior, you are a leopard in the jungle, biting a running rabbit. The rabbit hid in a hole and was eaten by a mouse, which doesn't mean anything. We really picked up a leak and are willing to give up the merits of the war. You, please don't take it to heart."

Hearing Chiwako's words, Toltec's expression softened slightly. He quelled his anger, thought about the old militia's proposal, but was discouraged. He answered with his head held high.

"Forget it, how can I, the black wolf, take credit for others! What's yours is yours, and I, Toltec, will capture the prey with my own hands! With His Highness here, I'm destined to dominate the world!"

Shulot watched Chiwako's response, listened to Heilang's reply, and nodded with a smile. Then, he straightened his face and instructed Toltec.

"Toltek, you are an invincible warrior with thousands of elites. Chihuako is just an ordinary militiaman, with only a dozen people in total. However, he can be in front of you and take away the most important people. The spoils of the loot have not even been discovered by you! ... Toltec, my black wolf, you have to think about the reason!"

"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. ; in the end, you don't completely surround the prey and find another passage."

"My black wolf, you are very brave, this is your advantage! But people who are good at bravery often rely on bravery and self-sufficiency, thus ignoring wise minds and flexible means. Those 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 went hunting for the hounds alone, you would have died in the wild if it wasn't for the rescue of the samurai chief. This failure is a good lesson. I have high expectations for you... Ertec, when you can let go of your bravery, fully consider the situation you are facing, and make reasonable use of everything you have, then you can become a true commander! At that time, I will give you a legion with confidence! "

"Yes, Your Highness, I was wrong."

Hearing His Highness's admonition, Toltec bowed his head and fell to the ground. Not far away, Ezpan looked at all this, but his eyes were full of envy.

"Well, Black Wolf, I have another task for you! Take your thousand elites and continue to search for the whereabouts of Prince Tarasco! Chihuako and Puap are locals, and they are your deputy. Remember , to ask them a lot!"

Hearing His Highness's order, the old militiaman and the gray soil warrior grimaced, bowed their heads, and the group quickly left. Shulot turned his head and looked at the most trusted samurai chief.

"Bottard, you have come to preside over the city's pacification and aftermath, counting the population and spoils. Ezpan is your second-in-command and translator. It's time for the warriors to put away their weapons. Organize your hands and put out the burning temple with sand. Five days later, in front of the temple square in the center of the city, the ceremony of converting letters and dividing the seal will be held!"

The samurai chief bowed his head and obeyed. The young king turned around and went down the tower. He wants to meet Avit 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 House of Winds Temple, nearly 70,000 residents of the city were driven around the square under the magnificent reflection of the pyramid. 20,000 Mexican legions held shields and sticks, 3,000 archers occupied important places, the temple area was tightly controlled, and the world was full of chills.

The high altar was erected on the Yaka Tower, and the flaming holy fire was lit under the pyramid. Shulot, dressed in a feather crown sacrificial dress, stood at the top of more than 40 meters, looking down at the continuous ant colony under his feet. The surging heroism echoed in the king's heart, as if holding the world in his hands. Behind him, Avit was wearing the king's divine costume, sitting on the golden throne, smiling and looking at the young man who was the priest.

The spice is thrown into the holy fire, and the lingering smoke rises, and the pleasant breath spreads out. Hundreds of war priests sang hymns of prayer, and solemn praise echoed in the capital, drowning out the faint cries. Afterwards, Shirot raised his hands high, and the 20,000 warriors knelt on one knee at the same time, shouting and praying to the pyramid.

"Praise the supreme god! Praise the majestic king! Praise the heroic highness!"

In the cheers of the sky, Avit stood up, raised the topaz divine scepter in his hand, and roared loudly.

"The Lord God gave his will! He conquered the three gods, and His throne is raised again! The Lord God said, the sun's rays cover the land in the lake, and the kingdom of Tarasco perishes today! From now on, the Prepecha people are the alliance The people, the believers who have converted to the Lord God, and the partners of the Mexicans! The glorious west expedition will be victorious, and the warriors of the gods will be blessed by the Lord God! ... God bless the alliance and rule the whole world!"

"God bless the alliance, rule the whole world!"

The boiling shout shook the world and the people of Prepecha in the square. The 20,000 Mexica warriors banged on their shields, and under the guidance of the priests, prayed to the Lord God in unison and sang the light of God.

"Praise the sun **** Huitzilopochtli! His light falls on the ground and also in the hearts of believers! He is the **** who dominates everything and decides the fate of unbelievers! Offer sacrifices and pray for the coming of the Lord God!"

"Bang! Boom! Boom!" The priests poured the large cans of toner into the holy fire, and the flames rose sharply. Then, two wooden cannons were fired into the sky at the same time, the thunder of the sky resounded through the capital, and the residents of the city trembled in horror. They fell on the ground in fear, in awe of the power of the gods, and finally prayed to the main **** of Mexica.

The sacred fire was burning, the cannons were loud, and five hundred and eighty-four temple guards dragged the same number of prisoners of the royal family and nobles to the priests. This is the cycle of Venus, heralding destruction and rebirth. The god-born captives were gorgeously dressed, their hands and feet were tied, and their mouths were blocked with cotton cloth. They are ritual offerings, and the huge clay pots are ready, into which the tequila has been poured.

After a while, the priest's song suddenly rose, and the samurai's cheer suddenly roared, and the residents of the capital stared wide-eyed. The sharp obsidian dagger cut across the arc of the sacrifice with extraordinary precision. Then the sublime vitality goes up, the vigorous life goes down, and the jugs of blood wine are prepared for the converted warriors and militias.

"Praise the **** of war Huitzilopochtli! With the blood and soul of the sacrificer, he gives courage to those who fight, promises victory to the warriors, and takes control of their minds and bodies! . . . Drink blood and bring glory to the Lord God !"

Under the guidance of the Mexica warriors, more than 10,000 captured Tarasco warriors, militiamen, and Tecos tribesmen took the lead in converting. Soon, the first thousand warriors fell to their knees before the sacred fire, were cut off by a thousand war priests, threw them into the fire, and drank red blood wine, repeating their oath of loyalty to the Lord God. Then, in a trance, they were led to retreat to their sides and kneel.

Ezpan took the militia from the kingdom and guarded him. They shouted in the Prepecha language, narrating the power of the Lord God, praising the future of the believers, and then threatening the fate of the unfortunate. Hundreds of elite warriors looked solemn, lowered their copper axe, and the bright red dripped down the axe blade.

Blue smoke rose, with the smell of burning hair. The nobles and high-ranking officers among the captives have been taken away, and the remaining soldiers can only go with the flow. A large number of soldiers poured in like a stream of water. They knelt down, cut their hair, saluted, drank, prayed, and finally withdrew. Occasional resistance and noise are like insignificant waves, dyed red in an instant.

With a solemn expression, Shulot looked up from the high pyramid. Tens of thousands of Tarrasco's soldiers, like a gathering of tiny dust. They were swept away by the irresistible force, and they changed their faces, shocked their hearts, and scattered silently to both sides. At this moment, the king is aloof and easily controls the life and death of everyone. This strange feeling makes people intoxicated, floats all over, and makes people a little trance.

Shirot turned his head and looked at Avette who was sitting upright. The real king looks indifferent, looks down at the world, and looks at the people like grass. Only when he met the boy's eyes did he nodded slightly and smiled gently.

"Praise the Lord God Huitzilopochtli! He brings light to all the lost, makes them feel the warmth of God, and saves the souls of all people!... Convert to the Lord God and remember His God's name!"

In the chanting of the priest, more than 10,000 warriors completed their conversion 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 them with warm tortillas, and the fragrance of the food was instantly dispersed. There was another commotion in the crowd. The temple warriors strode forward. They wielded battle sticks in the air, blew the terrifying death whistle, and easily suppressed the commotion.

The conversion ritual for commoners is simpler. A priest can be in charge of seven or eight people at the same time. The civilians shivered and knelt before the flame. They cut off a tuft of hair and threw them into the fire, listening to the prayers of the priests. They need to remember the name of the Lord God, repeat it three times, and go to the sides with the tortilla.

The torch was added twice, and the sun slowly went west. In the glow of the setting sun, the pyramid cast a sloping shadow over the crowd 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, draining silently.

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

Avit slowly rose from the golden throne. He looked around, the guards were far below, and the kings were high above. At the height of only two people, he took out a newly made emerald scepter and asked with a smile.

"Shirot, my child, are you ready?"

"Avit, I'm ready."

Shulot turned around, faced his teacher, and slowly knelt to the ground. His eyes were calm and happy, but his shoulders became heavier.

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

Avet raised his hands high, the priests shouted in unison, and the 100,000 people were silent at the same time. At this moment, under the magnificent pyramid, no matter the nobles, warriors or commoners, they all knelt on the ground of bluestone. Hundreds of thousands of people looked up and watched the red sunset fall on the top of the pyramid. The sacred sky and the earth are closely connected at this moment, and the incarnation of the gods descends on the world!

"Testimony of the Lord God! 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 looked like a god, clenched fists in both hands, and looked down like an eagle. Where the king's eyes passed, tens of thousands of people bowed their heads. They offered their heartfelt reverence and obedience to the incarnation of the gods. There was a smile on Avit's face, and then the smile closed, and it was solemn and sacred again.

"In the name of the king! I, the king of the world, Aveite, entrusted the land in the lake of Mikancho to my heir, the 'God's Revealer' Shulot! North to the river mouth fortress~www.mtlnovel.com~ The Tulsa River in the south, the Sitaquaro Mountains in the east, and the endless lake in the west will all become his fiefdoms! With the authority of gods and kings, he will be in charge of the mountains, rivers, vegetation and beasts of this lake area, and rule The cities and villages in this land, and even all the people, exercise the power second only to me!"

Speaking of which, Avit finally came to Shilot. There was a smile on his face. He raised his right hand and handed the emerald divine scepter in his hand to Sherlot, making the boy feel the coldness of his tentacles. The dazzling emerald gems are radiant, with infinite wisdom circulating, and also a harbinger of an infinite future!

"Shirot, I put Tarasco's fetish into your hands! From today, you are the king of the land of the lake!"

Xiuluo nodded and saluted, suppressing the excitement in his heart, and clenching the divine scepter in his hand. Then, he slowly got up, facing the 100,000 people under the pyramid, and slowly opened his arms!

The scepter was raised, the gems shone, and the cheers of the Mexica Legion boiled in an instant! The cheers from the sky swept the capital, shaking everyone's hearts, until they converged into a cry that drowned everything:

"Shenqi Priest, King of the Lake! Priest King!"

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