Aztec Eternals

The praise of the priests was like the first thunder of winter, and descended upon the earth in a mighty tumult, and fell to the ears of all the people who fell to the ground. In an instant, there was silence all around. There was a sudden silence in the temple square in front of the Great Temple, only heavy and short breathing, and the crackling of the burning holy fire.

The elder, expressionless, stood up from the stone chair in front of the temple and walked towards the edge of the Great Temple Pyramid.

He was wearing a black sacrificial robe, covering his thin figure; wearing an ancient slender feather crown, covering his all-white hair. In his right hand, he also holds a scepter of inheritance of the chief minister, which has been with him for more than fifty years.

With slow and firm steps, he appeared in front of Wanmin step by step, just as his old and majestic face was reflected in the hearts of everyone little by little. A step behind him, followed by a shorter high priest in the same feather crown sacrificial attire. And two steps back, the sculptural captain of the guard hugged the clay pot and took the same exact steps, following him like a shadow.

In front of the holy fire on the edge of the temple, the elder stopped, and the fire light illuminated his deep eyes. His tall body finally fully appeared in the sight of everyone, at the highest point of the pyramid, receiving the look up of all the people! Then, the elder slowly raised his right arm and held the chief's scepter above his head, just like fifty years ago!

"Wei Wei! Elder!...Immortal Sun! Sun!..."

The second thunder exploded at this moment! Under the guidance of the priest, from the central temple to the edge of the temple area, everyone cheered wildly together. At this moment, even Xiusoke, who has always been Shen Yi, and Stanley, who is arrogant and arrogant, have red eyes with excitement, and they clenched their fists and shouted excitedly!

Elder Traka Eller, as the chief minister of the alliance, is already eighty-eight years old this year! After five generations of monarchs, he actually controlled the alliance behind the scenes for half a century, and he was the truly immortal sun of the Mexicas! Three entire generations of Mexicans grew up listening to his legends, filled with infinite reverence for him, and respectfully followed his reform will.

Facing this living legend, the envoys from all over the world saluted at the same time, with deep fear and sincere lament in their hearts. The elders of Mexica are actually still alive!

In this era when the average age is less than 20 years old, such a long-lived elder is like an immortal nightmare, which has always shrouded the hearts of all ministries in the world. It can be said that as long as the elders who suppress the alliance survive for one day, all the great nobles with different dreams can only endure it. The entire Mexica Union is a closely linked whole! Even though the reform of religious and political centralization has set off turbulent waves and waves, the rock of alliance unity is still intact and stable, and there are no gaps to take advantage of!

The hysterical cheers continued for dozens of breaths, until the elder slowly retracted his scepter, and the sound gradually ceased. Then, the high priest took a deep breath and stepped forward. Instead of the elder, he looked up at the sky and roared hoarsely.

"The sun rises, and the Lord God Huizilopochtli ascends to the highest level! The Lord God blesses the alliance, and the battle of the gods in the Western Expedition has achieved a perfect victory! The Lord God devoured the three gods of Tarasco and ruled over the sun, the moon and the earth! He omnipotent!"

"Praise the Lord God! God bless the Alliance!"

The high priest raised his scepter and shouted loudly.

"Praise the Lord God! God bless the Alliance!"

Hundreds of priests prayed at the same time, their voices high and agitated, reaching into the sky.

"Praise the Lord God! God bless the Alliance!"

Tens of thousands of people in the capital shouted frantically, like a third thunder, blowing up birds in the sky.

Under the Great Temple, Xiusoke was excited and roared loudly. This is the declaration after the victory, which is especially hearty.

"The Lord God keeps the world running and needs holy blood to make the sun perfect! The evil three gods are dead, the gods of the three gods must offer holy blood, and the Lord God must smile with satisfaction! The **** said that his kindness is like the sun, shining to Every pure heart is sown into every clean soul!... The world is of the same origin, from the glue man. Like the Mexicans, Prepecha and the Mexicans are the descendants of the glue man, the last epoch brothers. The sun will shine on them as well, and the Lord God will lead them on the right path! . 

The vast square was solemn and quiet, and only the priests repeated the will of God. Soon, low voices of discussion resounded among the nobles and samurai of the alliance. They were not suspicious, just a little confused.

"The Prepechas are our brothers?"

Hearing this, the giant bear Stanley pouted, and then asked inexplicably.

"What is a glue man?"

"The glue man is the Olmec, the common ancestor of all the tribes in the world."

Husok looked calm and answered calmly. He knew that this was a saying that had just spread from the city of Qin Congcan not long ago, and it was also very popular among the Prepecha people. The feudal kingdom in the lake sent messengers to the elders and high priests to report the newly compiled doctrine. Now it seems that this doctrine has been adapted and accepted by the high priests as a tool to conquer the world.

"Huh? Isn't our ancestor Aztlan? The legendary mountain of origin is in the far northwest of the world!"

Stanley scratched his head, looked at the sky in the northwest, and then looked at Hursok.

"Uh, the Aztlans are also descendants of the glue people... believe me, the world is of the same origin, from the glue people!"

Husok responded calmly. Stanley pouted, but stopped asking questions. He was a little unsure. However, since the high priest said so on behalf of the elders, that is probably the case!

"Even if the ancestors are the same, we must be the Mexicans who are the best at fighting!"

In the corner of the square, the envoys of the various ministries in the world looked at each other. A vague premonition rose in their hearts. This kind of statement may change the pattern of the world... but I can't think about it for a while. Because, after the announcement, is the sacrifice!

"The sun wakes up and opens its red eyes! The Lord God is coming to witness the blood-colored future! We sacrifice the holy blood to the Lord God and bless the world with our sincere hearts! ... Thanks to the Lord God and sacrifice the holy blood!"

"Thanksgiving to the Lord God, offering holy blood!"

Amid the shouts of the priests, the discussion ceased instantly. The people in the square were silent for a while. A moment later, the fourth violent thunder suddenly erupted, causing all the foreign envoys to be heartbroken.

"Sacrifice, sacrifice, sacrifice!"

On the towering pyramid, all the people saluted like an ant colony. The sound of shouting rose from the feet, and then dispersed into the distant space with the long wind. The high priest tilted his head slightly, looked at the god-like expression of the elder, waved the divine staff in his hand knowingly, and ordered loudly.

"The sacrifice begins!"

Hundreds of Temple Guards followed orders. Heavily armed religious warriors escorted the numb Tarrasco nobles to their destiny. The festival lasts for three days, and the daily sacrifice of nobles is 800 people. This is a divine number, symbolizing the cycle of epochs.

Xiusok watched intently, two long blue lines winding like long snakes for miles, slowly flowing to the top of the Twin Pyramid, the two sacrifice stones in front of the temple. There, the twelve priests and elders had already been divided into two groups, holding obsidian daggers, ready to go. Soon, a familiar old shout resounded above and below the Great Temple.

"The descendant of the glue man, the noble Kukuna II of Akambaro, goes to the kingdom of the sun god! His soul will meet his father who went to the kingdom of God according to his own wishes, and obtain eternal peace!"

"Boom boom...boom..."

A fresh body rolled down from the top of the Great Temple, then was blocked by the stone statue of the Moon Goddess and stopped in front of Husok. The resolute warrior looked at the young face of the other party, as well as the terrified expression before his death, and shook his head lightly.

Stanley next to him was straight and laughed.

"Haha, someone called Kukuna? Isn't the cocoro in our Mexican language a stupid turkey?"

"Kukuna in the Prepecha language is also a turkey. I have an impression of this family, and I have encountered it in the wooden fort on the north bank and the estuary fortress."

"Tsk tsk, there is such a name! Kukuna II, haha, isn't his father also a Kukuna turkey? A turkey-like soft Prepecha!"

"Actually not. His father died fighting hard. He was a good warrior! But this guy seems to have been captured by the militia..."

The two were used to seeing blood, and they looked at the bright red on the ground and chatted casually. Suddenly, another thunderous cheer resounded, resounding under the gradually reddened Great Temple.

"Wei Wei! Elder!! Sun!!!"

The elder was expressionless, and slowly raised the divine scepter in his right hand. Then, he stretched out his left hand, and took a beating fresh from the hands of the respectful high priest. The boiling cheers reached the peak in an instant! Under everyone's attention, the elder raised his left hand and suddenly threw the freshness into the raging flame!

Green smoke rose up, the blood turned into scorch, and a piece of soul was consecrated to the Lord God. The elder watched the holy flame calmly for a moment, then slowly turned around and walked towards the temple behind him. There was a dedicated priestly passage leading to the immediately adjoining chief palace.

"Praise the Lord God! The great Sivacovatel, the immortal sun of the Mexicas, the incarnation of the lofty Lord God, the supreme elder, return to the throne!"

In the high priest's chanting, tens of thousands of Mexican people bowed their heads and saluted again, respectfully sending the departed human gods.

The elder looked calm and walked steadily. From him, there is no trace of exhaustion and decline. He is like the sun and moon of heaven and earth, as if it will exist forever. Behind him, the captain of the guard was still holding the clay pot, never leaving.

The light gradually dimmed, and the shadow slowly shrouded. The elder walked into the towering temple step by step, leaving the increasingly fiery ceremony. The hustle and bustle of life faded away in an instant, leaving only the silence of death. The elder walked into the sloping downward passage, and there was no one else around. He finally stopped, and then his body suddenly softened, and he slanted towards the cold stone wall!

"Sir!"

The captain of the guard let out a low cry, strode forward, and promptly supported the elder's arm. "Bang", the slender feather crest fell from the old man's head, and the all-white hair was scattered. The swaying figure brought a breeze, and under the wide black robe, the old body was already skinny. And under the strong spice smell, it can't hide the smell of the old man!

"His Holiness...give you a potion!"

The captain of the guard carefully supported the elder and let him lean on his shoulders. Then, he opened the clay pot and took out a jar of pale yellow medicine.

"No, Cevalli."

In the Nahua language, chevalli means shadow. The shadows of vague existence are always loyally attached to the mountains, never leaving for a moment.

The elder closed his eyes, rested for a while, and then calmly opened his eyes and let out a rare sigh.

"The potion that boosts energy will overdraw my future life. And my remaining life is running out... The alliance cannot do without me. I want to live as long as possible."

After a while, the old man regained his strength. He slowly got up and stood firm, stretched out his hand again, took the feather crest and put it on. A strong sweet and fishy smell came to his nostrils, and the elder moved his eyes and stared at his left hand, which was full of bright red.

"Chevalli."

"Dear Elder."

"Tell me honestly. Do you think that after I die, who can suppress the hearts of the Alliance?"

"Ah, this... lord, you are the immortal sun..."

"Say."

The calm words came softly, but with irresistible power. Chevali was silent for a moment before answering briefly.

"The high priest and the king. The cooperation of the two is enough."

"High Priest..."

The elder stared at his bright red left hand, his eyes as deep and dark as the sea bottom. After a long while, he spoke slowly without any emotion.

"What if the high priest leaves first?"

Hearing this, Chevali's expression changed slightly. He thought about it for a moment~www.readwn.com~ shook his head gently, and remained silent.

"Yeah. The Holy City branch..."

The elder closed his eyes and slowly retracted his left hand. In his vicissitudes of life, suddenly flashed a young and handsome face.

"Young energy is really enviable..."

After a long silence, the elder sighed. He has come all the way from the last century, and his mind has long been as strong as mountains and seas. In this world, the only thing that can make him sigh is the ruthless time.

"Let's go."

The old man stepped forward and slowly went underground. Chevalli hugged the pot tightly, like a silent sculpture, following him like a shadow. Behind them, the New Year's festival is reaching its climax!

One name after another, one fresh life after another, and one soul after another! The people of the capital fell into a complete frenzy. Boiling cheers came through the stone wall, spanning the past and the present, and heading for a brand new future!

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