The clear and cheerful sound of the flute penetrated the thick stone wall, accompanied by the neat drumbeats with distinct rhythms, echoing in the dark stone chamber. Shulot sat up and listened, and the little green snake swayed with his movements.
Faintly accompanied by bursts of simple priest chanting.
After a while, the little green snake swiped across his chest quickly, its cool tail swept across his neck, and disappeared suddenly. Shulot then raised his head and looked in the direction of the door. Sure enough, a moment later, the stone door rumbled.
Open.
Under the weak candlelight, the elder nodded to him. He glanced at the faint yellow potion on the ground, and then at the intact young man, then turned around and left. Shulot quickly stood up and followed
Behind the elder, the guard captain easily used his strength to close the heavy stone door. The three of them headed to the top of the palace.
Shulot didn't move for a long time, and his steps were a little unsteady. Fortunately, the elder walked very slowly, so slowly that the melodious flute sound had already changed into ten different melodies, and the beating drums were mixed with the loud gongs, and in the music
There were also crisp copper bells. He gradually heard high-pitched chanting, thousands of songs, and hundreds of thousands of excited cheers.
Finally, Shulot finally came to the top of the palace and stood at the open window. He closed his eyes slightly to adapt, then opened his eyes and looked down: from the temple of the great temple down, there was infinite light and a boiling ocean of joy in front of him.
!
Shulot looked down from a height of 60 meters. Under the dazzling sunshine, he saw a capital city of more than ten square kilometers and a crowd of 300,000 people celebrating. At the outermost lakeside of Texcoco, people were already parked.
Countless boats and tens of thousands of villagers dressed up came from dozens of miles away. Young men and women wore bright clothes, and wealthy families waved the flags of gods, singing and dancing. Under the guidance of the village priests, they gradually moved towards the village.
City centers gather.
"The respected King Avit will ascend the throne today, and the new sun will protect the people of Mexica. Celebrate! Cheer! This is a festival between gods and humans!" the priests sang loudly as they walked forward.
As the crowd moved, Shulot's eyes came to the capital community in the back. There, the ceremony had already begun.
Nearly a hundred communities in the north and south of the capital began prayer ceremonies in the shrine at the same time. Rosin and sandalwood lingered throughout the capital. The priests set up a altar outside the shrine, chanted and danced sacrificial dances. The residents of the communities
They gathered in a circle, waved their hands, danced, sang loudly, prayed for the protection of the patron saint, and prayed for a good harvest in the coming year.
Enthusiastic young men and women danced in the circle. They brought strings of crisp stones, beautiful shells, or exquisite copper bells. They kept colliding with each other in the happy dance, making tinkling sounds.
Voices. Accompanying the collective dance are boldly interlaced gazes and confidently displayed bodies. From time to time, young people recite impromptu poems and dedicate them to the girl in front of them.
"My soul longs for the nourishment of flowers, I endure the pain of music, and there is only God and you in my heart!" A young man boldly held the hand of the girl he admired and offered the most beautiful shell.
The crowd of onlookers burst into praise. The girl lowered her head slightly and withdrew her hand. She quietly pointed to the sun in the sky, made a sign of falling, and then pointed to the boat on the lake. The young man nodded excitedly and walked around the girl.
There was a lively dance. There was another round of laughter all around. This was music for the common people.
Hulot was shocked and lost his mind. He continued to look at the beautiful inner area of the capital. In the central square of the capital and the surrounding noble courtyards, more professional music, dance, drama and poetry were being performed.
The nobles and warriors built their own family stone platforms, and tried their best to place expensive jade and jewelry, bright feathers and shells, glittering gold and silver ornaments, gorgeous clothing feather fans, and majestic weapons and shields on the stone platform.
.Of course, there are also flowers with strong fragrance, which are blessings to the gods.
Professional bands and dancers play around the stone platform. The most popular instrument is the cheerful and melodious flute. Single-tube flutes have begun to use fifth notes, while double-tube and triple-tube flutes even have 16 adjustable tones.
The sound sometimes soars in the sky, sometimes swirls low under the feet, but always lingers in the heart. The noble girls danced in the beautiful melody, with skirts flying, and the clear singing and flute harmonious.
"I am a jumping cardinal, singing clear and perfect notes, just like the singing voice of a thrush, waiting for you to lean in for a kiss." This is the music of the nobility.
A little further out, an experienced musician picked up a rubber wooden stick, and sometimes beat the templeztli, the solid wooden gong bang bang bang, and then switched to the shushutel, the hollow wooden drum bang dong dong.
To this distinct rhythm, the warriors performed passionate war dances, waving edgeless battle sticks decorated with gold and jade, and gorgeous shields made of spinning shells, and generously sang the praises of war and death.
"A warrior should be like a fallen flower, watering the soil with blood and raising his soul to the kingdom of God!" This is the music of the warrior.
At the highest level, professional actors performed dramas praising the gods and recited beautiful poems. The maids only wore short clothes that saved fabrics and danced gracefully around the actors. The noble ones
Parents and elders sat around and watched.
They wore cloaks of jade and feathers, sipped tequila and fruit wine, and ate various exquisite snacks, including corn pancakes, sweet potatoes, grilled fish pieces, dried bacon, raw tomatoes, pumpkin seeds, and roasted algae.
, roasted worms, and delicious and expensive ant eggs. Sometimes when the mood is high, the elders will personally perform a dance, and then recite a poem, in exchange for everyone's applause.
"The eyes of the gods are fixed on the ancestors. He said, Mexica people, from lake to lake, from mountain to mountain, this is your home, your land, your country!" This is the music of the priests.
Shulot was intoxicated by the gorgeous and beautiful celebration. But when he looked inward again, he saw another kind of blood-colored sanctity.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Within the walls of the temple area, there are also dense crowds. These people are invited to come, wearing the most formal clothes, to participate in the coronation on the big temple
ceremony.
On the outside, there are foreign businessmen, wearing all kinds of strange ornaments. Then there are noble poets, excellent temple craftsmen, Mexica military businessmen, high-level elite warriors, and people's representatives of the community.
Most of them wore garlands and formal cloaks, communicated loudly with excitement and joy, and watched the fierce sacrificial ball game.
And in the inner position, nobles of all sizes sat cross-legged on exquisite woven feather cloth blankets, wearing bright cloaks and blooming feathers on their heads. They talked and exchanged in low voices, and were watched by servants and slaves.
The ceremony in the temple and watching the ball game in the corner.
There are large stone courts at the four corners of the temple area, half built underground, four to five meters deep, with the top exposed for people to watch, shaped like a regular stone pit. Each court has two teams of 20 Ottomi captives.
They engage in a fierce batting competition, competing for rubber-infused medicine balls.
According to the requirements of the official game, the prisoners wearing only short clothes each occupy a half-field of tens of meters, hitting the ball with their hips, and the two sides alternate turns. Once the opponent touches the ball a second time, or the opponent returns the ball out of bounds, a point will be scored.
There are priests who record the scores of both sides. Usually the game will last for two hours, until both sides are exhausted and cannot provide a more passionate game, and the priest will declare victory.
Different from the Mayan rituals, the winner of the Aztec ball game will receive honor and wealth, while the loser will be dedicated to the gods. The meaning of the sacrificial ball game itself is the endless struggle between the patron saint and his evil brothers and sisters.
The sacrificial ball game was also the source of inspiration for later generations to create the "Quidditch" game.
While Shulot was watching, suddenly loud cheers came from the northwest corner. He turned his eyes and saw a strong Ottomi prisoner hitting a rubber ball weighing five kilograms hard. The medicine ball roared,
It hit the young prisoner on the opposite side squarely in the face. His mouth and nose instantly bleeded, his facial bones were slightly concave, and he fell twitching. Next to him were two other companions with broken chests. It seemed that the Otomi team on the opposite side was
This is how to win.
The priest referee announced the score loudly, and the strong Otomi prisoner scored again!
The cheers of the onlookers rang out again. A capable old samurai prisoner came up from the opposite side. His eyes were solemn, he pressed against the wall, and repeatedly compared with his arms. Finally, he turned sideways and hit the ball hard with his hip. The rubber ball passed by with unusual precision.
The arc will cross the four-meter-high wall and pass through an unusually narrow ring.
The cheers that shook the sky were louder than ever before, and even attracted the attention of the warriors under the Great Temple. This was a decisive victory, a rare victory in several months! The priest and referee announced the verdict passionately, and the winner was
They were put on colorful cloaks and escorted by warriors and sent outside the city for release. The losers had their hands and feet tied with ropes and sent to the altar of a small temple nearby.
The strong Otomi prisoner roared in resistance unwillingly and desperately, and was immediately struck with a deft stick by the Jaguar warrior who maintained order, and fell to the ground clutching his abdomen. The priest referee frowned, took out a small clay pot, and poured some water into it.
The strong prisoner poured a few sips into his mouth. Soon, the prisoner smiled foolishly and was carried to the top of the tower obediently. Then he rolled down in another form, leaving long bloody traces.
The sacrificer in the small temple did not have the preferential treatment of the priest announcing his name and receiving the soul. He died without a trace. Then, with the cheers of the audience, the next sacrificial ball game started again.
Under the great temple, the noble battle groups lined up neatly and performed majestic dances in front of the gods. A thousand fierce jaguar warriors, wearing crisply ringing tiger teeth and animal bones, performed war dances for the God of War.
Thousands of gorgeous eagle warriors, covered with bright and swaying colorful feathers, performed a beast dance for the rain god.
Beside dozens of large and small temples, the priests lit distant sacred incense and chanted neatly and lowly. Shulot listened carefully, this was a poem praising the patron saint.
"The patron saint of the Mexica rises in the sky to replace the original sun. He fights the evil moon and the night, sucking power from the heart and blood..."
Then, at the top of the Great Temple of War, a high-pitched and resonant priest chant sounded: "Owadenel, the nobleman of Otopan City, goes to the kingdom of the God of War! Salute him!"
When Shulot heard the sound, he saw a blue corpse rolling down from the top of the 60-meter-high Great Temple of War. The sacred liquid flowed vigorously from the big hole in his chest, floating down along the way until
Blocked by the recumbent sculpture of the moon goddess Koyolshakhki at the bottom of the temple.
In mythology, the Moon Goddess led her brothers and sisters, who symbolized the night, to hunt down their mothers who had been conceived for no reason. At the critical moment, the patron saint Huitzilopochtli jumped out of his mother's belly and defeated her with a waving lightning rod.
His brothers and sisters killed his evil sister and cut it into several pieces to prevent resurrection. The sculpture truly reflects the dead form of the Moon Goddess and also foreshadows the next fate of the sacrifices.
From the Great Temple downwards, a long blue procession of sacrifices stretched. Escorted by the fully armed war priests, they took another step forward. In today's sacrificial ceremony, the War Temple will sacrifice 365 Ottomi nobles.
, symbolizing the 365 days of the year in the Habu solar calendar. Every day, the sun god needs the blood and heart of a high-noble descendant to maintain the movement of the world.
In this era, under the control of Trakaeler, the scale of sacrifices was not large. The ceremony emphasized the sacredness of the sacrifice process and the nobility of the blood of the sacrifices, emphasizing the quality of the sacrifices rather than simply expanding the quantity.
.Most of the ordinary captives were invested in the huge consumption of infrastructure. And Mayan blue is the dye of the gods, symbolizing the sacrifices sent to the kingdom of God.
Listening to the familiar voice, Shulot looked towards the level height of the Temple of War, and saw the chief priest Kechar who was presiding over the sacrifice.
Kechar's feather-robed divine crown was smiling as he threw the fresh things in his hands into the fire to offer sacrifices to the Sun God. Then the next blue sacrifice arrived. It was a young noble from Otomi, with a wild and wild temperament.
tattooed face. He straightened his chest and faced the coming death with determination.
"Child, what's your name?" Kechar smiled kindly.
"I am a descendant of Coyote, Honestmaker of Parmus. Descendants of Coyote are never afraid of death, and I will continue to fight in the Kingdom of God!" Honestmaker replied proudly.
"My child, you are very good. You will fight against the darkness in the kingdom of God for four years. Then your soul will fall to the mortal world and turn into a rare bird. You can choose to become a hummingbird, an oriole, a yellow bird or a white butterfly, sucking
The nectar of various flowers. What do you hope to become?" Kechar smiled and praised the warrior's courage.
Honasmaker blinked slightly, recalling the good memories, and then smiled.
"I want to turn into a white butterfly, dance in the valley of my hometown in the north, and collect wild flowers in front of her grave."
"You will! Don't worry, kid, your wish will come true soon!" Kechar smiled kindly, soothing the young noble's heart like a spring breeze.
Although it sounds unbelievable, in the belief of the Aztecs, the warriors who fought with blood and fire and the sacrifices going to the kingdom of God would float in the sky and fight for the sun for four years. Then they would fall into the mortal world and become immortal.
For all beautiful things, including birds and flowers.
Then, Honasmaker lay flat on the sacrificial stone, exposing the coyote tattoo on his chest. Kechar performed the surgery, and the other four members of the chief priest group grabbed his limbs respectively, while Ugel used his big, fat handcuffs.
Hold his neck. This is why the group of chief priests is composed of six people by default.
Soon, the simple and sharp obsidian dagger fell, and Coyote Tattoo lost his head. Kechar's cutting was extremely precise and fast. Honasmaker just suddenly opened his eyes and shook his limbs violently and feebly.
, and then became motionless.
Kechar then raised the beating life high with his right hand. This action was for the God of War to enjoy. He chanted loudly in a praising tone.
"The brave coyote of Parmus, Honasmaker went to the kingdom of the God of War! He fought fearlessly for four years, turned into a beautiful white butterfly, and went to collect wild flowers from the mountains of the north!"
There was a burst of praise and cheers from the big temple. This kind of praise was a recognition of the courage of the sacrifice, and he retained the most beautiful demeanor of the warrior!
Then, Parmes' heart fell into the flames and was dedicated to the Sun God. His body rolled down the stone steps and landed in front of the Moon Goddess. His blood returned to the earth. In the Mexica's simple view of life and death, this is the most important thing.
The perfect comeback.
"Child, what is your name?" Kechar smiled as always, facing the next sacrifice.
"I am Talavera of Herotepec. I will face death calmly, but my soul will not go to the kingdom of the god of war. The original god Ometeotel will definitely guide me!"
Lavela's face was calm, and his eyes were full of conviction.
Kechar kept smiling: "Maybe." He said no more and just continued skillfully.
Talavera lay down, closed his eyes, then shivered violently, then was unable to stop, and finally rolled down in the wind.
"The devout nobleman Talavera of Herotepec is going to the kingdom of the God of War! Four years later, his soul will fly freely according to his own wishes!"
There was another burst of warm cheers, everything was natural and natural. The Mexicans simply praised the splendor of death.
"Next." The blue sacrifice staggered over.
"Child, what's your name?" Kechar looked at the other party, a slightly fat young nobleman, kindly.
He gritted his teeth and suppressed the tears in his eyes, but remained silent.
"Child, leave your name, and I will show you the way to the Kingdom of God." Kechar said in a gentle and persuasive way.
The nobleman remained silent and did not open his mouth. It seemed that he simply thought that he could escape death in this way.
Kechar frowned slightly. "Continue." He waved his hand, indicating that he would proceed directly to the next step.
The fat noble was pressed on the sacrificial stone, with his chest flat. He collapsed instantly and cried loudly. Ugel squeezed his throat with his thick hands, and the cry suddenly disappeared, leaving only tears.
flow.
The obsidian dagger slashed and cut again. Soon, the crying stopped completely. Then the fat body, with the sacred liquid flowing, rolled down the steps again.
"Ossantos, the noble of Otomi, goes to the kingdom of the God of War!" Kechar chanted briefly, adding a name at will without comment.
This time, there were no cheers. A cowardly warrior is not worthy of praise. In the martial society of Mexica, cowardice is the greatest original sin.
The sacred sacrifice continues. Whether you are brave, calm, or crying, in the sacrifice of the gods, the outcome has already been determined.
The sacrificial ceremony must be presided over by a priest who can communicate with the gods, and this high-level ceremony needs to be presided over by the chief priests personally. Kechar's movements are precise and fast, making him the best operator.
The sacrifice of each Otomi noble takes 1-3 minutes, and 365 nobles will spend a whole day. The sacrifice of the great temple will start from early morning until the end of sunset, and the six chief priests will take turns to perform the sacrifice. High
The number of people to be sacrificed cannot be too large because the physical strength of the priests and elders cannot keep up.
The number of people sacrificed in Aztec temples has a special meaning, which corresponds to astronomy and guides human affairs.
The auspicious numbers include: 13, the month of the Tzolkin calendar; 18, the month of the Habu solar calendar; 20, the number of days in each month; 52, the intersection of the Tzolkin calendar and the Habu solar calendar once every 52 years, symbolizing the next
The beginning of reincarnation; 140, the number of days for corn to mature in this era, is usually used for harvest festivals.
200, the base number in the traditional concept, the quantitative unit of the warrior squad. 260, the number of days in the Tzoljin calendar; 365, the number of days in the Habu solar calendar; 400, the number of the evil moon goddess and brothers and sisters of the night; 584, the number of Venus's
The conjunction cycle symbolizes huge disasters; 800 is already an extremely rare sacrificial number, usually only once in 52 years in the year of destruction.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! In fact, in the more than ten years that Xiulote has experienced, the sacrificial rituals of various Mexica city-states are very restrained, and each sacrificial ritual is complicated and unique.
Symbolically, the God of War sacrificed weapons, the God of Rain sacrificed water, the God of Fire sacrificed fire, the Goddess Earth sacrificed stone, the God of Corn sacrificed flesh and blood, and the God of Death sacrificed skin.
In the fifty years since the rise of the Mexica, the total number of people sacrificed would not have exceeded 20,000. This is not like the thousands of blood and cruelties later recorded by the Spanish. Such exaggerated descriptions,
Either it was to discuss the natural legitimacy of the Spanish conquest and boast that they brought civilization to the indigenous people, or the illiterate soldiers were not good at math.
In Shulot's view, the nature of this widespread sacrifice is more like an artificial adjustment of the Malthusian population trap to reduce the contradiction between limited land production and unlimited population growth. It is similar to the governance of the Celestial Dynasty.
Chaos cycle.
Shulot's eyes turned away from the God of War. He heard the woman's cry of "woo woo" and the melodious jingle of the ring. Then, his eyes looked at the Rain God of the same size. Two hundred and sixty Olympians
The Tommy girls alternately cried and danced in front of the Rain Temple.
260 is the number of days in the Tzolkin calendar. 365 and 260, warriors and maidens. No doubt these maidens were part of the sacrifice. The rain god would sacrifice water. The maidens had been captured from the early days of the Otomi War.
After more than a year of long ritual training, they were able to face death calmly.
Today, they will wear gorgeous and light clothes, sing songs praising the harvest and the rain god, and perform the most beautiful and final dance for the great rain god.
The girls must play the smile and anger of Tlaloc, the rain god. Their arms wave like floods, their bodies undulate like hailstones, and their delicate feet spin like storms. At the same time, their faces must cry constantly, symbolizing the precious rain.
Fall. And when the sun sets, they will take a small boat and sail to the center of Texcoco's sacred lake, where they will voluntarily fall to the bottom of the lake and be silent forever. They will be sacrificed to the water.
In this sacred ceremony, the sacrifices require professional and lengthy training to complete the beautiful ceremony under the pressure of death. This is why the scale of the Mexica's sacrifices is not too large.
Shulot closed his eyes slightly, sighing at the fate that was destined to happen, and lamenting the greed of the Mexica gods. The call for religious reform became stronger in his heart. The time passed in cheers and singing, until a burst of cheers came.
He opened his eyes and saw the familiar giant bear warrior Stanley. He wore solid leather armor, a sturdy eagle helmet, and a gorgeous eagle feather coat. His right hand was a sharp war club, and his left hand was a sharp war club.
The wooden shield intertwined with rattan and feathers stood majestically in front of the Rain Temple.
Opposite Stanley, there is a middle-aged Otomi warrior wearing only commoner shorts and holding a tipless wooden stick. This is the highest-ranking noble among the captured Otomi people and possesses the most noble
Bloodline.
Shulot then understood that the duel ceremony of the warriors was about to begin. This ceremony should be held at the Temple of Death. But for the coronation ceremony of the king, it was still placed in the most conspicuous Rain Temple, adding more details to the ceremony.
Wonderful part. The high priests are actually very flexible in their religion, and their faith is more like a tool.
"I am Stanley, the royal nobleman of Tenochtitlan!" Stanley bowed his head in greeting and placed his war stick across his shield. His figure was still burly.
"I am Oyeto, a divine noble from the city of Herotepec!" Oyeto also bowed his head in greeting, holding the wooden stick in front of him.
"You are my beloved son." Stanley looked at Oyeto seriously. This is a ritual that has been passed down for hundreds of years and is also a tribute to the fearless warrior.
"You are my beloved father." Oyeto looked at Stanley equally seriously, expressing his respect for the enemy warrior.
The two immediately began a duel. Although, the gap in force and equipment made the outcome of this duel already doomed from the beginning.
In order to make the fight as long and exciting as possible, Stanley kept defending during the long prelude. Occasionally, Oyeto's wooden stick would hit Stanley's leather armor, making a loud bang. Stanley then
They would cooperate and show expressions of pain. There was a burst of praise and cheers from the temple.
Oyeto is indeed an elite warrior. He constantly switches steps and attacks Stanley's shield-less right side. Stanley simply blocks with his stick, or similarly steps sideways and defends with his shield. The Otomi girls
Then they rotated gracefully around the two of them, dancing with brisk steps. Sometimes they cried in a low voice about the perishability of life, and sometimes they sang loudly in praise of the bravery of the warriors.
The strength of the warrior and the softness of the girl, the fierceness of the battle and the soothingness of the dance were perfectly combined. The distinguished poets in the square were inspired and began to chant loudly in praise.
"I long for warrior flowers that will never fade! Where can I find beautiful flowers and melodious tunes? I search under the eyes of the gods, but the earth will never create a gentle spring!"
A poet sang with forgetfulness and couldn't help but shed tears.
"His determination will never waver. He longs to die under the blade of obsidian, blooming like flowers! He has the courage to experience the fragrance of darkness, freshness and sweetness!"
There was another praise from a poet, and cheers from everyone in front of the great temple.
A samurai's physical strength is always limited, just like a flower that only blooms for a short time. Soon, when Oyeto was no longer able to attack, Stanley stopped defending. His stormy attacks cut countless shallow wounds on Oyeto's body.
The opponent's movements gradually slowed down due to blood loss. Stanley quickly cut Oyeto's throat with a horizontal slash. Then he quickly raised his shield to block it, and bloody flowers bloomed on the shield.
Seeing this most exciting moment, the cheers under the temple suddenly boiled to the extreme! The girls fell on Oyeto's gradually cold body, "woo woo" crying for the passing of the warrior, and also crying for themselves
The same fate. The fragrance of the girl mixed with the blood of the warrior, this is the beauty and death of the Mexica people.
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Together with the priests, take Oyeto's body and leave. Next, there are steps to tour the city.
Behind him, there are girls crying and singing: "Rain God, may your tears water the earth and let all things grow strong, and we will be buried deep under all things!"
The warriors' tour of the city has not yet begun, but the tour of the gods is in progress. Starting from the northern city of Tlatelolco, a cheering procession arrives, amidst the melody of ocarinas and conch shells, accompanied by the songs of priests.
The parade crowd carried a wooden platform. On the platform was an extremely handsome boy. He was dressed in the costume of a god and played a beautiful flute. Looking at the yellow headband on his head and the shining obsidian mirror on his body, Shuluo
Te knew clearly in his heart: This was the incarnation of Tezcatlipoca, the original sun.
Surrounding the boy were four beautiful girls. They were dressed in costumes that symbolized the goddess and cuddled up next to the boy. They were crying with admiration and reluctance on their faces. They gently caressed the boy's chest and kissed him affectionately.
Handsome cheeks. Along the way, there were screams and heartfelt cheers from countless residents of the capital.
This is the annual Primordial Sun Festival, which was also incorporated by the priests into the king's enthronement ceremony. The handsome boy played the role of the Primordial Sun for a year. And a month ago, four beautiful girls were sent into his
House. In the sad lingering, he knew that the most beautiful bloom was not far away.
Soon, the high platform reached the wall of the temple area. The young man played the flute and walked in gracefully surrounded by the girls and the crowd. His appearance attracted all the attention. The nobles and warriors looked at it carefully. This was the old man.
God's last day. And the ladies sighed sadly, leaving tears of the passing of beauty.
After a moment, the girls fell to the ground crying and said goodbye, and the handsome boy smiled and said: "Farewell!"
In front of the magnificent bloody temple, he climbed up the long stone steps alone, smashed the flute in his hand, and the crisp crackling sound came from the pottery pipe. The priests' songs rang out, welcoming the return of the original sun. The dedication of the Temple of War
The festival was temporarily stopped, and even the girls in the Rain Temple stopped crying. At this moment, he was the only protagonist.
"Original Sun, thank you for giving way to the God of War. In the name of the Sun God, welcome you back to the eternal Kingdom of God!" Kechar bowed his head respectfully and saluted, smiling like a friendly spring breeze. Ugel only owed a slight debt.
body.
The young man nodded gracefully. Then he took off his gorgeous divine robe, revealing his perfect figure, and lay quietly on the sacrificial stone.
"My child, very soon. You will soon go to the Kingdom of the Sun and enjoy peace and beauty forever." Kechar smiled and poured a small cup of powerful holy water into the boy's mouth. Soon, the boy
Showing a beautiful smile that cannot be suppressed, waiting happily to return.
This time the obsidian dagger was drawn across, accompanied by overwhelming cheers and high-pitched and fervent prayers. The heart of the old god was once again dedicated to the new god. The corpse of the old god was given preferential treatment, and he would turn into dust in the flames.
.And tomorrow, a new and beautiful primordial sun will be elected again. This repeats itself year after year, this is the music of the gods!
The sacred ceremony finally reached its climax. King Avite, wearing a full bloody sun suit, majestically walked out of the Temple of War. The coronation was at this moment!
Hulot stood at the level of the chief palace and watched all this with emotion. In the hearts of the Mexicans, there is a deep-rooted respect for natural beauty and artistic beauty, and their military force is subject to strict social constraints and morals.
Control. Then the light alternates with blood, and the beauty sings the praises of death.
This is the splendid and bloody Aztec civilization! This is the Mexica of flowers and beauty, dance and poetry, war and sacrifice, sun and blood!
This chapter has been completed!