Aztec Eternals

The long-lost sunlight, falling from the open zenith, shone on the statue of the God of Hunting, shimmering with divine golden light. In the temple at the top of the pyramid, there are still traces of flames and blood, but the corpses of priests and temple guards are missing.

At this moment, the flag of the Lord God is flying in the temple, and hundreds of royal warriors are guarding up and down the pyramid. When the Mexica king flag, the "commander of the evil spirits", slowly approached, they all bowed their heads, knelt down on one knee, and saluted the king who was on the pyramid.

"Blessed by the Lord! Praise the supreme king!"

"Um."

Avet nodded slightly, his expression unchanged. He kept walking, strode into the tree snake city, the most respected temple hall in the attitude of a conqueror. Then, it was the low command of the Mexica warriors.

"All kneel! To the supreme king, kneel and pay homage!"

Mo Qihui, wearing armor and holding an axe, roared in a low voice. In the past three days, it was he who led hundreds of royal warriors, and the guards kept escorting them to the tree snake gods and hereditary nobles near the pyramid. These captives have noble status and respected bloodlines, and are the most important sacrifices in the Victory Festival, and they must not be lost.

"You! Why don't you kneel down?!"

Mo Qihui looked around the hall and saw the only standing figure, his eyes suddenly condensed. He stepped forward quickly, raised his foot, and made a precise kick.

"Uh!"

Tree Snake City Lord Ocott's expression suddenly changed, and he cried out in pain. He suffered a heavy blow to the bend of his leg, immediately lost his balance, and fell to his knees with a "pop".

"You... dare!... uh!"

Before the scolding of the tree snake city master could be finished, the shoulder was hit hard again. He was in severe pain, lying directly on the ground, and was forced to bow down to the king as he approached.

"Blessed by the Lord! Your Majesty, your loyal warriors, the military nobles of the capital city in the lake, and the senior warrior Mo Qihui greet you!"

Mo Qihui knelt down on one knee, pressed on Ocott, and saluted the king respectfully. While saluting, his knees still used strength, firmly pressing the back of the tree snake city lord, so that the other party could not move.

"Hmm! Yes, my loyal samurai!"

Seeing this scene, Avit had a satisfied smile on his face. This is the warrior he loves, who can be respectful and loyal, despise the old dignity, and have no other distractions in his heart other than allegiance to the king. Even in the face of lofty gods, traditional nobles, and foreign demons, they will ruthlessly trample them all under their feet!

"Mo Qihui, I remember, you are the fallen vanguard general, the hereditary noble of the alliance, and the younger brother of the eagle warrior Moseloki?"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Hearing her brother's name, Mo Qihui raised her head. He looked at the supreme king in his heart, and his expression was a little excited.

"Testimony of the Lord God! My brother, died in the tree snake city for you! And I will also die for you!"

"good very good!"

Hearing this, Avit looked solemn. He looked at Hui Mo Qihui's sincere expression and nodded slowly.

"Blessed by the Lord God! Your brother will enjoy eternal peace in the red kingdom. And you, my warrior, will inherit his glory and fight for me!"

"Blessed by the Lord God! Your Majesty, I am willing to fight for you until I die!"

Mo Qihui lowered her head deeply, pressed the noble tree snake city lord, and paid her respects meticulously.

Avett smiled. Such a young, loyal, and fearless little noble warrior is the target of his promotion.

"Mo Qihui, I remember that you broke into the city with the dead dog and captured two Tlaxcala princes?"

"Yes, Your Majesty! Two captives of the gods are dedicated to the supreme **** and you!"

Hearing these two sentences, Ocott, the Lord of the Tree Snake City who was lying on the ground, was stunned, and his expression changed suddenly. Ignoring the pain all over his body, he struggled suddenly.

"Woo! Woo! What did you just say, two captured god-born princes? Uh!  …"

Mo Qihui's expression turned cold and merciless. He stretched out his left palm and slammed Ocott's side neck sharply, causing the other party's eyes to go black immediately, the blood supply to his brain was insufficient, and he could not speak for a while.

"Ha ha!"

Arvet was amused and laughed out loud. Then, he shook his head slightly and reached out to stop it.

"Forget it, my warrior! After all, this is the Tlaxcala's tree snake city master, the head of the four most respected leaders... Let him stand and speak!"

"Follow you, Your Majesty!"

Mo Qihui nodded and agreed, then stretched out his hand, forcibly dragging the dizzy Okot up from the ground. Then, he took out the sisal rope and skillfully tied the hands of the tree snake city master to eliminate any possible threat.

Arvet stretched out his divine scepter and lifted Okot's chin with the tip of the hard gem. He carefully looked at the other party's white teeth and smiled lightly.

"You are the Lord of the Tree Snake, Okot?"

"..."

Okot raised his head and looked at the King of Mexica who was close at hand. He clenched his fists tightly, clenched his teeth, his eyes were like knives, but he didn't say a word.

"Um?"

Avite frowned slightly, his face showing no worries. Mo Qihui immediately threw a fist and hit Okot's fragile and sensitive side waist hard.

"what!"

Okot exhaled in pain, his forehead sweating instantly. There was a bruising change on his face, and after a while, he barely straightened his back, trying to maintain his final dignity.

"No...that's right! I am the leader of the Tlaxcalans, the glorious tree serpent, the lord of Okotruko, the elder Okot!...the leader of the Mexicans, you If you collude with the volcanic demons in the ground and launch a blasphemous war, you will surely suffer the divine punishment of extinction! Uh!  …”

Mo Qihui's expression turned cold, and he hit the key on his waist with another sharp blow. Okot was hit hard and fell to his knees with a "bang", twitching all over for a while before barely recovering.

"You, you! Savage Mexicas!..."

"Ah!"

Avit smiled faintly, his expression unchanged, and stared at the goddess of the tree snake kneeling in front of him. He was not angry at the offense of the other side, because it was the lost enemy in war and the sacrifice destined to be sacrificed.

"Go, bring up the two captured Tlaxcala princes and let him take a good look!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

The two personal guards bowed their heads and saluted, then quickly left. After a while, they took two tearful young gods and came to the desperate Okot.

"Ugh...father!"

"Ah! My son... Omochi, Tochno!"

Okot was stunned for a moment. He looked at the two sons who were crying, and the tears could not stop flowing from his eyes.

"God of hunting! Why did you abandon us and cut off the blood of the tree snake gods!"

In the sacred temple, under the gaze of the King of Mexica, the three respected father and son wept against each other, full of the sorrow and despair of the fallen royal family. After crying for a while, Ocott suddenly thought of something. His voice was trembling, a little scared, and he asked expectantly.

"Where's your... sister?"

"Father!..."

The older Prince Ormochi shook his head quickly, motioning for Okot not to ask. Okot suddenly woke up, and immediately shut his mouth without saying a word. But, it's obviously too late.

"Huh? And a fish that slipped through the net?"

Avet frowned. He looked at the commander of the Dead Dog Legion behind him and asked in a deep voice.

"Dead dog, is there Okot's daughter among the captured gods?"

"...Uh, Your Majesty."

The dead dog Kiki Mic thought for a while, then shook his head affirmatively.

"The captured gods are all held near the pyramid. Among them are several Tlaxcala princesses, but none of the daughters of Okot."

Hearing this, Ocott's expression moved, his face beamed with joy, and he prayed devoutly in his heart.

"Um..."

Avit's expression turned cold and he pondered for a while before issuing the king's decree.

"Wang Ling, search the whole city again! Count the captured Tlakkala prisoners, and don't let any of the gods escape!"

"...Your Majesty! If it's a young princess, it's also possible that she's in the city-state legion's battalion."

Mo Qihui was loyal, and after a little thought, she replied loudly in front of the generals.

"The military discipline of the city-state legion is loose, and many city-state aristocrats will kidnap beautiful ladies and hide them in the camp! I would like to lead the warriors for you and search the city-state camps!"

Hearing this, the city-state nobles present looked at each other a few times, and their expressions were a little ugly. Hodgecarlo pursed his lips, dissatisfied in his heart, but did not explain it.

"Oh?"

Hearing this, Avit's heart moved. With a sharp look in his eyes, he was about to give an order.

"Cough! Your Majesty!"

The chief intelligence officer in the shadow stepped forward and saluted solemnly. With a smile on his face, he looked at everyone present, and said cautiously and gently.

"In the past few months, all the city-state legions have followed the king's order, fought hard, and made great achievements in the siege of the city! And the commanders of the legion have also tried their best to serve the supreme king!..."

Hearing the words of the chief intelligence officer, the expressions of the city-state nobles softened. The dead dog Kiki Mitch stretched out his foot and quietly kicked the kneeling Mo Qihui. The young royal warrior knew he had lost his words. Although he had no regrets in his heart, he did not speak again.

"Your Majesty, she's just a noble girl. Maybe she died somewhere in the city long ago, with no bones left... You don't need to make a lot of noise, you can ask the commanders of the various divisions to check themselves. As long as the time is limited, hand over the captured god-born noble race. Can."

"Um..."

Avet was silent. In the past few months, the drive and consumption of the city-state legion has indeed reached the limit of each department, and it is not good to add stimulation. He pondered for a moment, finally turned aside and nodded.

"Yes! Gilliam, do as you say!"

Afterwards, Avit strode away, ignoring the changing and restless Okot. Now that he has defeated his opponent and enjoyed the thrill of conquest, there will be no more attention left. The eyes of the king always have to look forward, to the heights.

The height in front is the statue of the God of Hunting, cast in gold, more than two meters high. He holds a silver bow, looks east, and stands at the highest point of the tree snake city in a hunting posture. Around the statue, there are bright and majestic murals of cloud snakes, and cluttered inheritance plates. As for the small and medium-sized jade, gems, gold and silver ornaments in the temple, the royal warriors who had been stationed in the temple for a long time carefully searched them out.

"Call the army craftsmen and give them ten days! Melt the statue of the God of Hunting and cast the sculpture of the Lord God!"

King Avet's eyes were like knives, and after seeing the golden statue, he coldly ordered. The alliance conquers the states, and the most important thing is the gods and temples. The former will be sacrificed to the God of War, while the latter will be destroyed and rebuilt to worship the supreme Lord God!

"Call the painters again, shovel out the murals of the old gods, and redraw the legend of the main god! Erase the main **** of the **** of hunting. From now on, all Tlaxcalans must regard the **** of war as the main god!"

In the ancient Cloud Serpent Temple, Avit looked solemn and his voice was loud, declaring the conquest of the Lord God. This is also the conquest of the Mexica Confederation, from the destruction of the body to the unification of the mind.

"As for these inherited drawing boards, let the war priests collect them, and transport them all back to the capital city in the lake, and store them in the magnificent Great Temple!"

"Follow your will, Your Majesty!"

"Very good! The supreme Lord God blesses the great alliance!"

The sun fell from the zenith, falling not only on the face of the **** of hunting, but also on Avit's gorgeous armor, with a golden halo. After a while, he turned around, turned his back to the eyes of the gods, faced the crawling crowd, slowly raised his divine staff, and let out a deafening cry.

"The Lord God gave his will! He conquered the **** of hunting, and his throne is raised again!... The rays of the sun cover the Tlaxcala Basin, and the alliance of the four states of Tlaxcala will perish today! ... From today, the tribes of Tlaxcala will convert to the Lord God and submit to the Mexicas! The tribes who do not want to convert will only be destroyed!"

The Tlaxcalans, the Mexicans' decades-old foes, did not receive the preferential treatment of the Prepechas. The strength of the alliance is not what it used to be, and it will not make compromises on power to the hundreds of thousands of Tlaxcalans that remain.

In the king's plan, the fate of most Tlaxcala tribes was to serve as vassals, serfs and even slaves, offering young women every year to provide men for the war. They will accept the assimilation of the Mexicans in a lower-level identity, and slowly integrate into the alliance in one or two generations.

"...Under the majestic gaze of the Lord God, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com's glorious Eastern Expedition was victorious! All warriors participating in the battle of gods, regardless of their background, will be blessed by the Lord God and rewarded by the Alliance!...God bless Alliance, we are destined to rule the whole world!"

The voice of the king echoed in the temple of the Tlaxcalans like a shocking thunder.

There was a moment of silence in the temple hall, followed by the frantic shouts and hysterical roars of the Mexica warriors.

"God bless the alliance, rule the world! God bless the king, ascend to the highest! Roar, roar!..."

Amid the enthusiastic cheers of the Mexicans, Okot raised his head with difficulty and looked at the statue of the God of Hunting. The golden light on the statue was so dazzling that it stabbed him into tears and pierced his heart.

"O high cloud snake! I saw your towering corpse on the snake mountain of the **** of war... and the brutal **** of war, sitting on the throne, chewing your flesh and drinking your blood!... Hunting God, and his descendants, will die on the pyramid and never return..."

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