Aztec Eternals

The vast Texcoco Lake shines with sparkling waves, reflecting the scorching sun in the sky and the towering Great Temple. The Great Temple with the white stone and the red roof, reflected in the Pinghu Lake, is already a crimson. The steps of the temple, smeared with the red of thousands of sacrifices, are engraved with the last traces of the gods. The nearby Texcoco Lake was also injected with bright red, turning it into a faint blood lake. The Red Temple of the Blood Lake is a red country!

On the temple, the priests prayed and chanted, waving the stone blades of sacrifice. In the stadium, the prisoners of war hit the ball desperately, in exchange for bursts of applause. In the square, the poets recited aloud, reciting the poems they created. In the community, musicians played bamboo flutes and beat brisk drums. Along the road, girls dance and sing, attracting admiring teenagers...

At this moment, human voices, music, songs, roars, chants, prayers... echoed together in the magnificent lake and the capital city, using the sacrifice of life to please hundreds of thousands of people, and played a festive sound. Movement! This is the annual New Year festival, and it is also a rare victory festival!

The people of the capital city in the lake are enjoying the rare joy and mourning the deceased elders during the unprecedented festival. Such piety and sacrifice, blood color and death, are the common aesthetics of the Mexicans, which have lasted for more than a hundred years, and I don't know when it will change.

The ceremony of victory has lasted for nine full days! And today is the last day. Avit was wearing royal clothes, still sitting high on the throne. With bright eyes, he swept over the twelve priests and elders who presided over the sacrifices in front of the temple, as well as the nobles drinking and watching in the square, and the warriors in armor. His eyes were sharp, watching the festive crowd, looking at the community that stretched in all directions, and feeling the inclination of the heart of the capital.

After a while, Avet lowered his eyes, feeling both satisfied and somewhat inadequate. He clenched the divine scepter in his hand and muttered to himself at the top of the capital.

"In their hearts, I am a warlike king, a pious king of gods, but not yet... an immortal sun! Prestige and legends require time to accumulate, and even more... a feat that will be engraved!"

After pondering for a moment, Avite's eyes sharpened, and flames ignited in his chest. He waved his hand, summoned his personal guard, and whispered a few words.

But after a while, several guards came under the throne with the king's gorgeous bronze cloth armor, bronze helmet, feather shield and battle axe. Then, another personal guard came to Ugel, the high priest who presided over the ceremony, and whispered a few words.

In the eyes of the high priest Ugel, there was a flash of astonishment. He hesitated for a while, then looked at the king on the throne. Avit nodded affirmatively, with an expression that could not resist. Soon, the Twelve Priests and Elders stopped offering sacrifices and stood in front of the Great Temple, forming a large circle. The chief priest, Yao Ke, personally escorted the two most important sacrifices to the sixty-seven-meter-high pyramid and came to the front of the Great Temple.

The chants of the priests stopped, and the offerings of the god-born no longer rolled down. The changes in front of the Great Temple quickly attracted everyone's attention. Thousands of alliance nobles and warriors gathered under the Great Temple Pyramid, looking up at the sacred heights, as if they were expecting something.

High Priest Ugel cleared his throat and raised the divine scepter in his hand. He announced to the crowd with a hoarse voice.

"The Lord God is watching us! He longs for bravery and battle! ... In order to please the Lord God, the devout King Avit, will personally go off the field and engage in an endless sacrificial duel with the two most revered Tlaxcala gods! Our great god-king will personally show his valour and sacrifice our most dangerous and powerful foe!"

"What? The king himself goes out and participates in a dangerous sacrificial duel, or is it one to two?!"

Hearing this shocking news, the nobles of the capital all lost their voices for a moment. Then, an unparalleled sound, with unprecedented expectations, shouted to the heights of the Great Temple.

"Ah! Sacrifice, duel! Sacrifice, duel!... The **** of war bless the king, bless the valiant king! Roar!"

Excited shouts, like thunder, quickly spread through the city. Soon, a heartfelt call sounded throughout the entire lake capital.

"Sacrifice, duel! God bless the king!..."

In the hearts of the Mexicans, bravery and good combat are the greatest virtues! The tribe is not far away, the wind of war is very strong, and the people's hearts are proud of dying in battle... If Avit's behavior is placed in the Celestial Dynasty at this time, I am afraid that it will immediately be the death of the ministers and desperately stop it. At the moment in the capital of Mexica, there is only one cry of expectation in the hearts of hundreds of thousands of people.

"Hurry up! Hurry up!"

Avette looked around the capital, saw the crowd gathered and nodded with satisfaction. Afterwards, he slowly got up, held the topaz scepter high, and walked down the stage like a **** of war amid the cheers of the crowd. The guards immediately changed the king's clothes, and put on the strong bronze cloth armor, the eagle-feather bronze helmet that covered his face, and then the strong tricolor-feather shield, and the sharp bronze hatchet. Soon, Avit turned into an elite eagle warrior, standing in the center of the twelve priests.

Then, the two "most dangerous and powerful" Tlaxcala gods also entered the duel circle. The tree snake city master, Ocott, had red eyes, and was covered with a cloth robe painted with cloud snakes. And Feathered Serpent City Lord Kui Huizi pursed his lips, was covered with a feathered snake robe, and was given a gorgeous short stick with feathers in his hand.

Well, no doubt about it. The two sides of the battle were the King of Mexica with a bronze axe and the Tlaxcala city lords with a cloth robe and a wooden stick. In the witness of the Lord God, this is fair, very Mexica. What? You said that wooden sticks can't break copper armor, and cloth robes can't hold copper axes? No, that's because you're not strong enough, not brave enough.

"The main **** witness! The king who is the incarnation of the sun **** is about to fight the **** of hunting and the incarnation of the evil **** of feathered snake for his people! The bright sun will definitely destroy the darkness and kill the cloud snake and the feathered snake!"

The high priest Ugel announced loudly, and the group of twelve priests and hundreds of priests immediately repeated. Soon, rolling noises came from the Great Temple and resounded through the capital city in the lake.

"Light vs. Darkness, Lord God vs. Evil God. The holy duel begins now!"

"Ha ha!"

Avette, dressed in bronze armor, laughed arrogantly. He looked at the two most distinguished among the Tlaxcala gods, bowed slightly, and said with a smile according to the ancient ritual.

"Ocott, Quiwitz, you are my beloved son!"

"..."

The Lord of the Tree Snake City, Okot, didn't say a word, just stared at the King of the Mexicans with red eyes. Ten days ago, his two sons were the first to be sacrificed. In the past ten days, the hatred of the country's ruin and the destruction of the family has always been deeply in his heart, and he will never forget it until his death.

Feathered Serpent City Lord Kuihuiz was silent for a while, but still answered in a low voice according to the ancient tradition.

"Avit, you are my beloved father!...I will kill you even with a stick!"

"Okay! Come on then!"

Avetlan laughed and raised the large shield in his left hand. Tree Snake City Lord Ocott didn't hesitate, strode forward, and hit Avit's neck with a sharp swipe.

"boom!"

When Avit raised his left hand, the big shield went up, and the wooden stick was blocked. On the other side, Feathered Serpent City Lord Kui Huiz also rushed forward, swiftly struck with a stick, and hit Avett's armored lower abdomen.

"boom!"

Avette was wearing heavy armor, which made it difficult to move, and suffered a sturdy blow. The surrounding guards widened their eyes nervously, clenched their battle axes, and were ready to charge at any time. The corner of the king's mouth twitched, and he shook his head with a smile. Then, he faced down the Great Temple and made an expression of hurt and pain.

"Ah?! Brave king, wounded by evil!"

Beneath the Great Temple, hundreds of thousands of pairs of eyes stared intently. Soon, the battle between the king and the evil became more and more fierce. From time to time, he used a large shield to cover, blocked with a copper axe, changed the position of his feet, and suffered the torrential rain-like attack on his face.

"Ah! Wow!...Ah!"

"Ah this, this!"

"Lord God! Please bless the God King!"

The situation gradually tilted, and the king struggled to support him, but under the attack of two evil gods, he was unable to fight back. The people watching the battle were shaken and shouted in fear. After a while, the cluttered shouts turned into prayers and calls of blessings under the guidance of intentions!

"God bless! God bless my king!..."

As if hearing the prayers of everyone, Avite's expression became more and more determined.

The Lord of the Tree Snake City, Ocott, rushed forward like a mad dog, and beat him around him. It's just that he was starved for several days, and he lacked strength in his hands. After barely a quarter of an hour, he staggered under his feet, and he was a little unsteady on his feet.

Seeing the weak enemy, Avet raised his brows. This wonderful duel is also time to enter the climax. He took a sudden step forward, raised his foot, and hit Okot's lower abdomen with a heavy kick.

"Uh!"

Okot was hit hard, his knees suddenly softened, and he fell to the ground weakly. Seeing the reversal of the situation, thunderous cheers rang out from under the temple in an instant, accompanied by frenzied prayers.

"Praise the Lord God! Praise the King!..."

Avette smiled and turned around. He ignored the kneeling Okote, facing down the Great Pyramid, splendidly waving a three-color feather shield. The cheers were loud and heard. On the other side, the Feathered Serpent City Lord Kuihuiz showed grief and anger, and also wielded a gorgeous feathered short stick, fighting with the king.

The bright feathers are flying like the incarnation of the gods. Arvitt entangled in close quarters for a moment, then took a step back abruptly. Then, he let out a loud shout, and finally raised the copper axe in his right hand, and with a wide opening and closing movement, he suddenly slashed forward.

"Blessed by the Lord God! Kill the evil!"

"Hey! Sigh!"

The sharp copper axe easily slashed the robes of the feathered snake. Then, the sharp axe blade cut through Kuihuiz's body without pausing, pulling out a half-meter-long wound, spattering blood!

"Ah! God of hunting, I hate..."

The Feathered Serpent City Lord suddenly paused and shouted with difficulty. Then, under the gazes of hundreds of thousands of people, he slanted down weakly.

"Roar! Roar! Kill the evil, valiant king of gods!"

"Ha ha!"

Avette was sweating profusely, his face stained with blood, and he laughed happily. He stepped forward, grabbed Quiwyz by the hair, and dragged him to the sacrifice stone. Then, he put away the copper axe, took out the obsidian dagger from his waist, and inserted it into Kuihuiz's chest and abdomen!

"Sacrifice! Sacrifice!"

Fanatical shouts came from all directions. Under countless gazes, Avit raised his red-stained left hand, and threw a beating fresh into the burning holy fire! Soon, the shouts below turned into hysterical cheers and howls.

"Roar! Roar! God bless my king!"

"Ha ha!"

Avet looked around and laughed. However, at this moment, a body that was kneeling and crawling suddenly rushed from behind him.

"Um?"

In an instant, Avit's waist and abdomen tightened, and he was hugged from behind. Then, the man desperately stretched out his hand, grabbed the copper axe on the king's waist, and pulled it out.

"what?!"

Avette raised his brows, a trace of surprise flashed across his face. When the warriors in the rear saw this, they all rushed to the king.

"Go back! Get out!"

Avet gave a loud shout, like a tiger. Then, he stretched out his left hand, held down the arm behind him, and slammed the dagger in his right hand, turned an arc, and inserted it into his waist! That's where the copper axe is.

"Pfft!..."

The sound of the dagger entering the flesh came instantly. Then, there was another merciless stir.

"Uh! Ah!..."

Severe pain came, and Okot howled in pain. In an instant, a blood hole appeared in his palm. He lost his strength in an instant, and could no longer hold the newly grasped weapon.

"when!"

The copper axe landed on the bluestone ground and made a crisp sound. Avit's eyes widened, he grabbed Okote's hair with his left hand, and picked up the copper axe on the ground with his right hand. Then, under the gaze of hundreds of thousands of people, he pressed the revered Lord of the Tree Snake, the titular King of Tlaxcala, on the sacrifice stone.

"Hunt... God of hunting! Please let me... go to..."

Okot groaned weakly, revealing his fragile neck, like a cloud snake showing seven inches.

"Blessed by the Lord God! Kill the evil cloud snake!"

Aveit let out a loud roar. Then, he suddenly raised the copper axe, and it fell at the seven inches of the cloud snake.

"Whoa!"

The bright red of the big tent splashed all over the king's face. Avit stretched out his left arm and wiped his blood-red eyes with a gorgeous battle suit. Then, he threw away the copper axe, raised his right hand high, held Okote's head with his eyes open, looked at the hundreds of thousands of citizens of the capital, and shouted proudly!

"Roar! The Lord God blesses me and kills the evil in all directions!...From today, I am you, the new immortal sun!"

Seeing the king's blood-stained announcement, and looking at this shocking scene, the people under the Great Temple lost their voices instantly. A moment later, hysterical cheers came out from the mouths of hundreds of thousands of people, without any guidance!

"God King! God King! The Lord God blesses the Mexicas and raises the immortal sun!...Immortal God King!"

"Hahaha!"

Avet looked up at the sun in the sky and laughed loudly, not caring about any eyes. The twelve priests and elders looked at each other, their expressions changed for a while, and they lowered their heads one after another. The nobles and warriors roared excitedly, all their blood vessels throbbing. At this moment, they all saw a new sun rising slowly from the top of the Great Temple.

"Haha! Happy!"

Avette was extremely happy. He laughed arrogantly for a while, before looking at the crawling crowd, he threw Okot's **** head at the Great Temple at will. Then, with a stern expression, he looked at the Twelve Priests and Elders, like a goddess aloof, and gave orders directly.

"Ugel, the big sacrifice is not over yet! Continue to sacrifice the gods, and please the gods and the people!"

"Follow you... the immortal king of gods."

"Very good! Somebody, go and call the Mistec envoy to me!"

Speaking of which, Avett was covered in blood and strode around. He put on heavy armor like this, carried a large shield and copper axe, and sat back on the throne, with undisguised killing intent in his words.

"I'm right here, waiting for his audience!"

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