Aztec Eternals

"when!"

Seeing Guramo's madness, Bertard's eyes turned cold. He instantly pulled out the bronze sword and obliquely blocked it in front of the palace. The sharp copper blade is less than one meter away from Gulamo, and with just one slash, it can cut off the opponent's outstretched arm!

"Hehehe...Holy water, give me holy water!"

Gulamo didn't realize it. He stared at Xiulote's royal robe, his pupils were dilated, his eyes were cloudy, and he screamed in a low voice, and even couldn't restrain himself from drooling.

"Ok?"

Shirot frowned. He looked at Gulamo's arm, which was covered in scratched blood. He looked at Gulamo's legs again, which were also covered with various scratches. Afterwards, he stared solemnly into Gulamo's eyes and asked word by word.

"Gulamo, do you still know me?"

"Hehehe...holy water, give me holy water..."

Listening to the question in his ear, Gulamo laughed madly, his expression becoming more and more frantic. Suddenly, he bent down sharply, and with both hands on the ground, he hurriedly pounced towards Shiloh with a "poof" sound.

"Give me...give me holy water!"

"die!"

Bertard's expression was cold and severe, and he waved his arm vigorously, and the bronze sword slashed down, facing Gulamo's head. He hated the assassination planned by Gulamo. At this moment, he shot with anger, and the swords brought out the wind, almost cutting the opponent in half.

"Don't kill him yet!"

Shirot took a step back and shouted in a deep voice. The bronze sword in Bertard's hand immediately turned, and with its bladeless side, it faced Gulamo's head and slapped it down.

"boom!"

"what..."

Gulamo took a heavy blow, groaned, and fell to the ground with his head up.

"Your Highness, let me come."

Naxiu took two steps forward, and quickly restrained the end of Gulamo's left arm with both hands, twisting it precisely, then pulling it hard, and immediately there was a sour "click". Then, another sound from the right arm...

"Crack!"

Shirot's face twitched slightly. Naxiu's movements were so quick and decisive that it was almost impossible to react.

"Ah! Ah!"

With two short and mournful screams, Gulamo sat softly on the ground, completely losing his threat. He opened his mouth, still muttering in the constant groaning.

"Holy water...holy water...give me holy water!...uh..."

Naxiu pinched Gulamo's chin, carefully looked at the person's sunken eye sockets, bloodshot eye masks, and dull eyes, and shook his head affirmatively.

"His Royal Highness, this person is already useless. He has taken too much powerful holy water specially made by the capital, and his soul is like an empty tree hole, eroded by the surging divine power, and there is nothing left."

"Specially made powerful holy water..."

Shirot frowned. There are many kinds of potions prepared by the priests, and most of them are named after holy water. These holy waters will be more or less related to some special herbs in the Americas, which have a strong effect on the human nervous system, causing irreversible damage. And the powerful holy water specially made in the capital...Shirot shook his head gently and asked in a deep voice.

"Does he still have any remnants of his mind?"

Bertard shook his head and didn't know that knowledge related to medicines was not his expertise.

Naxiu let go of her hand, looked at it for a moment, and thought in her eyes.

Gulamo, who was next to him, seemed to have lost all his strength and no longer groaned. He just sat on the ground dumbfounded and smiled.

"Hehe, hehe...holy water, holy water..."

"Your Highness, I can give him some powerful medicine."

Naxiu thought about it for a while and took out a small pottery tube from her bosom. She took off the cotton seal, and there was a lot of gray-black powder inside.

"This is a powerful psychedelic mushroom powder, just a little bit can make people dizzy, soul drift away, and communicate with the gods. If you feed him all..."

Naxiu paused, narrowing her eyes dangerously like a big cat.

"He will definitely have a violent reaction! Maybe he can regain his sanity for a while, but he may not survive..."

"Ok..."

Shilot pondered for a while, looked at the silly Gulamo, and finally made a decision.

"Then feed him!"

"As ordered!"

Naxiu stretched out her hand and was about to feed Gulamo with mushroom powder when she suddenly stopped. Afterwards, her expression turned cold, and she raised her arm with two sharp elbows.

"Hey! Ha!"

"what!..."

"Crack! Kick!"

Shirott's face twitched again. He watched Naxiu's arms rise and fall, her elbows crossed like a knife, and two precise strikes broke Gulamo's knees.

"His Royal Highness, the effect of mushroom powder will be very strong, you must take some precautions in advance."

Na Xiu didn't change her face, she turned around and smiled softly at Shiloh. Then, she squeezed Gulamo's mouth and poured a whole tube of psychedelic mushroom powder into it.

"Ah...uh...hehe...hehe..."

Gulamo sat on the spot, his limbs lost the ability to move, but a happy smile appeared on his face. But after a few breaths, his smile gradually spread, and his laughter became more powerful.

"Hehehe!..."

"Gulamo."

Shirott walked to Gulamo, bent down calmly, and held the other's face. His eyes were cold, and he looked at the eyes that looked like Medina.

"Gulamo, do you still know me?"

"Ho ho, **** ho..."

Strong nerve stimulation spread throughout the body, and Gulamo's hands and feet were shaking. His pupils contracted suddenly, but the turbidity in his eyes gradually subsided. He stared at the face in front of him, roaring meaninglessly for a moment, and suddenly replied in a hoarse voice.

"Ho **** ho!...you are...you are!...shu...lo...t!..."

Hearing the words, Xiulote regained his energy and clenched his hands tightly. His expression changed, looking into Gulamo's eyes, killing intent rose in his heart. These eyes are so familiar and so unforgettable.

"Gulamo, the Zicao family, has been completely destroyed... Your sons are all dead."

Sherlot ruthlessly declared. In addition to the living Gulamo, Gilliam handed over several young heads of the High Priestess, who were now hanging on a long pole in front of the Great Temple.

"All... dead?!...Ti..."

Gulamo's pupils contracted painfully, but the corners of his mouth were filled with an irrepressible smile. The powder of the mushroom is taking effect quickly, taking him to a dream of boundless joy.

"...Ti!..."

Gulamo's shout was hoarse and vague, as if rusted. Shirot lowered his eyes and sighed softly.

"Medina, your daughter, also died... She died in front of me and was buried by my own hands."

After two steps, Naxiu pricked up her ears, listening to all this, and blinked like a rabbit.

"...Ti!...Sha...Ti...ni..."

Gulamo suddenly became frantic and screamed. In the low voice, there were two other unexpected names.

"Chartini! Gilliam!..."

"Ok?!"

Shiroute was shocked. He repeated Gulamo's words, his expression instantly solemn.

"Chatini? Gilliam? Prince Tarrasco, Chief Intelligence Officer?!"

"Two kings... Hahaha! Hahaha!"

Gulamo laughed wildly and danced like a mantis, not caring about the pain in his limbs.

"Kill kill kill... Hahaha! Hahaha!"

"Gulamo, tell me!"

With cold light in his eyes, Xiulote grabbed Gulamo's shirt and asked sharply.

"Who else is behind your assassination?!..."

"All dead... Hahaha! Hahaha!"

Under the strong nerve stimulation, Gulamo's pupils diverged and his eyes returned to turbidity. He laughed with joy from the heart, a hearty laugh squeezed out of his heart, a laugh with tears flowing from the corners of his eyes.

"The purple grass family is dead! Hahahaha! Hahahaha!"

"Gulamo!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Your Highness, the mushroom powder is working."

Naxiu took two steps forward, looked at the completely mad patriarch of the purple grass, and said in a low voice.

"With so much mushroom powder, he can't wake up..."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The frantic laughter echoed throughout the prison, like scraping metal on a slate, extremely sharp and penetrating into one's bones.

A dozen steps away, the chief priest Yao Ke was also disturbed. With a few guards, he walked quickly to the stone fence and glanced inside.

"Sect Master Priest? This is..."

Shirot lowered his eyes and shook his head silently. With no expression on his face, he stared at Gulamo, who was banging his head on the ground while laughing wildly. After a while, he spoke lightly.

"Yao Ke's chief priest, if there is one less goddess sacrifice at the sacrificial ceremony..."

"Oh!"

The chief priest Yao Ke looked at the eye stone column and nodded.

"Sect Master sacrifices adults, it's okay."

"Ok."

Shulott nodded. He calmly pulled out the obsidian dagger from his waist and walked to Gulamo, who was laughing wildly. Then, with one hand, he lifted the skinny Gulamo from the ground and pressed it against the stone wall.

"Ha ha ha ha!..."

"Farewell, Gulamo."

Shirot looked at those turbid and familiar eyes and whispered softly. Afterwards, he showed no mercy, stabbed the sharp dagger in his hand with great force, pierced Gulamo's heart accurately, and stirred again.

"Haha...uh!...ho ho..."

Gulamo's heart was in severe pain, and he was suddenly shocked. Like a dying poisonous snake, he struggled against the wall for more than a dozen breaths. At the last moment, he regained consciousness again. He took a deep look at the king in front of him, his eyes full of remorse, and a strange smile on his face. Then, as soon as his neck crooked, his limbs drooped down, completely motionless.

"Medina...your wish, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com I fulfilled it for you!"

Shulot closed his eyes and murmured, feeling the relief and pleasure after revenge! The corners of his mouth twitched into a smile, as if recalling that gentle and charming long kiss...

Later, he recalled Gulamo's words, and new doubts appeared in his heart.

"Conspiracy to assassinate...Prince Châtigny...Gilliam Intelligence...kill...kill..."

As the king of slashing thorns and thorns, the names of these obstacles cannot make him move or make him worry. There was only one person who could really make him feel uneasy and worried... a person he used to rely on, who was willing to give his trust, and even offer his loyalty.

"Is there... King Avit?"

The young king stood facing the wall, pondering silently. The rest bowed their heads and waited, standing respectfully. The dark dungeon was silent and solemn. Only the blood of Bobo flowed from the corpse where Gulamo sat down. And through the dim firelight, you can vaguely see the frozen face of the corpse, with a smile.

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