Aztec Eternals

Early morning prayers sounded in the capital city in the lake, singing the light of the Lord God. The curling smoke rises into the sky, changing mysterious shapes and telling the signs of the gods.

After chatting for a while, Shilot left his grandfather's bedroom. He raised his head and stood in the vast high priest's house, looking at the cloudy sky. The fate of mortals is like the swaying smoke, scattered into the sky of the big era, and can't be independent from now on...

After a few breaths, the young king smiled calmly. He glanced at Bertard and Naxiu, who were standing on both sides, and commanded in a deep voice.

"Go, go to the prison of the priesthood, and judge the fate of the rebels!"

"Follow your will!"

Under the **** of dozens of guard warriors, Shulot kept his feet and left the high priest's palace in two steps. A group of people walked in the direction of the Great Temple, and after a quarter of an hour, they arrived at the prison of the priests.

The prison of the priesthood is located in the center of the temple district, in the temple of the **** of sin, very close to the great temple where the ceremonies are held. The people detained in this prison are all the god-descendant sacrifices scheduled for the festival in the Great Temple, and they are precious gifts that will be offered to the gods. Therefore, the security of the prison is very strict, and there are hundreds of temple warriors guarding the inside and outside.

Seeing the approaching banner, a middle-aged priest wearing a feather crown hurried out of the temple. He had high cheekbones, a gloomy and stern expression, and terrifying tattoos on his cheeks that made him shudder. It wasn't until he saw Shilot that a smile appeared on his cold face, and he bowed his head in a salute.

"Blessed by the Lord! Lord Sect Master, I greet you!"

"Blessed by the Lord! Chief priest Yao Ke, greetings to you!"

Sherlot smiled in return, his expression was gentle, and his words were quite polite.

Although the middle-aged priest in front of him was only a fourth-level chief priest, he came from a long-standing priest family. Yao (Yao) means battle and hostility, and is an important branch of the **** of war priests. They managed prisons for generations, were responsible for guarding the prisoners who sacrificed, and dedicated themselves to serving the gods, and their status was relatively independent. With the expansion of the influence of the high priest group, the position of Yao Ke's chief priest has become more and more important, which can be compared to the ancient Si Kou of the Celestial Dynasty.

The two greeted each other a few words before entering the topic. The chief priest Yao Ke looked solemn and spoke in a deep voice.

"The venerable Patriarch of Shilot, the **** of sin, has always held many prisoners of war and rebels who were sentenced to sacrifice. Recently, the high priests have severely punished the rebel nobles of Tracopan, and they have also been escorted. Hundreds of god-born offerings... I don't know, which one do you want to visit?"

"Respected Chief Priest of Yao Ke, I came here this time to visit Gulamo, the rebel noble from the Western Kingdom, the patriarch of the purple grass."

Shirot's face didn't change, but his hands clenched silently.

"Oh, Gulamo! It's the one transferred from the kingdom's secret guard not long ago. That guy, that guy..."

Having said that, the chief priest Yao Ke frowned, but he hesitated. After a few breaths, he shook his head slightly.

"Lord Sect Master, let me take you to see it in person!"

"Ok?"

Shilot raised his brows thoughtfully. He asked the guards to guard outside the temple, and only took Bertard and Naxiu, followed by the chief priest Yao Ke, and walked into the prison.

As soon as he entered the prison, the strong smell of blood and sweat swept his nostrils, making people dizzy. There are many small and strong stone fences in the prison, and they are all full at the moment, and they are full of male nobles with dusty faces. Some of them looked numb, some showed despair, some whispered in fear, some roared in anger, and a few of them remained calm.

When the chief priest Yao Ke came in, the nobles in the stone column suddenly boiled. Many people came to the stone fence, begged aloud, and swore in the name of the Lord God, promising various benefits.

"Sect Master, these are the great nobles from Tracopan."

The chief priest Yao Ke turned his head slightly and explained. Then, with a cold and stern expression, he glanced fiercely at the sacrifice that had already been destined, and took the lead to go deep.

Seeing the chief priest of the prison who ignored him, the nobles in the stone column became even more desperate, even hysterical. Someone recognized Shulot's identity and shouted loudly. Soon, frantic cursing sounded from the stone fence, mixed with malice and curses against the high priest.

After hearing it for a moment, Shirott had murderous intent in his heart. His face was ashen, he clenched the obsidian dagger around his waist, glanced at the dying noble sacrifice, and slowly suppressed the killing intent. The warrior guards in the prison yelled loudly and stabbed the stone column with blunt wooden sticks, and the almost crazy nobles stopped for a while.

Chief Priest Yao Ke is used to it, and keeps walking. He opened the dungeon on the inner side of the prison, walked down steadily, and finally stopped beside a blood-stained stone fence, and pointed to the skinny figure curled up in the corner of the stone fence.

"Sect Master, this is Gulamo, the patriarch of the purple grass."

"It's time to work, Yao Ke, the chief priest."

Shulot nodded in greeting. Then, with deep eyes, he looked at the person in the corner through the dim torch in the dungeon. The other party hugged his legs and lowered his head, unable to see his face clearly.

"Please also open the stone fence, I want to personally interrogate."

"Follow you."

The chief priest Yao Ke waved his hand, and two prison guards stepped forward and unlocked the sisal rope lock on the outside of the stone fence. Then, the two guards exerted their strength at the same time to open the heavy prison door. Afterwards, the chief priest Yao Ke looked solemn, pointed to the sacrifices in the stone column, and solemnly reminded.

"Sect Master Sacrifice, please be careful when interrogating. When the alliance guards brought people over, they told the prison that the sacrificial martial arts are extremely good, and they have taken too much holy water and are in a state of complete madness... In other words , this is a pure human-shaped beast that has not stood the test, its soul has been destroyed by divine power."

"Too much holy water? Humanoid beast..."

Hearing the words, Shulot's heart sank. Afterwards, he expressed his gratitude to the chief priest Yao Ke.

"Respected chief priest Yao Ke, Gulamo was the mastermind of my assassination. I want to interrogate him alone for a while."

"Follow you."

The chief priest Yao Ke nodded clearly. He took the guard and retreated a dozen paces away. Only then did Shirot take Bertard into the narrow stone fence, while Naxiu was on guard at the door.

Hearing the sound, the figure curled up in the stone column suddenly raised his head. He stared at the leader, Shulot, his eyes fierce, like a crazy beast.

Shirot tightly held the dagger in his hand, his eyes seemed to be burning. He silently looked at the figure on the ground~www.readwn.com~ without saying a word. Although the other party's face was pale and grim, his face was thin and out of shape, but his undisguised handsome face, with eyebrows that resembled Medina's, still proved his identity without a doubt.

"Gu...la...mo..."

Shiroute paused word by word, and slowly spit out three words from his chest. The flames of anger rose in his chest, making his face boil with murderous intent. Once again, he thought of the moving rose that withered, and the deep kiss and parting near death...

After a while, he looked into Gulamo's eyes, and said coldly with the pleasure of revenge.

"Gulamo, do you regret it now?"

"Hehe, hehe, hehe..."

Hearing the sound, Gulamo stared at it for a while, then suddenly the corners of his mouth grinned and he laughed. His voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like a dying drake. Then, he suddenly stretched out his hand, widened his eyes, and screamed wildly at the person in front of him.

"Holy water, holy water, give me holy water! Hehe, hehe, hehehe..."