Chapter 226 Priests of the Gods

Author: Youjiu L

Chapter 226 Priests of the Gods

After initially verifying his words, Zhu An couldn't wait to reveal everything.

Mictlan, this island is not marked on the map.

Lu Mingfei asked Crow to pull up the map, and then asked Zhu An to manually mark the location of the island.

It's not far from Culiacán, the straight-line distance is only over 300 kilometers, but it's about 50 kilometers from the coast, so you'll definitely have to take a boat or plane.

And Guzman happens to have a private jet that can take off at any time.

The transportation problem was solved, and Lu Mingfei asked for other information.

"Have the upper echelons of the temple gathered at the headquarters recently?"

Juan glanced at Guzman hatefully, it must have been this guy who leaked it again.

"Yes, it is said that a very important day is coming. The priests will gather in the temple and wait for the miracle to come."

He curled up his bloody palms and replied.

There is a magnificent temple on the island of Mictlan, which is the real headquarters of the temple organization and the origin of the organization's name.

miracle?

Lu Mingfei smiled disdainfully. There are no gods anywhere on earth, not even evil gods.

Those called gods are just aliens with psychic-like powers.

"You can go see your gods."

He reached out and broke Zhu An's chest.

The broken rib penetrated his heart, and Zhu An soon hemorrhaged and died.

"Blow this place up."

Lu Mingfei ordered.

Box after box of explosives were moved from the car and placed next to the load-bearing columns of the factory building and the machines.

The items in this factory are worth at least hundreds of millions of dollars, especially the formula and production line of the "divine blood" inside, which are an inexhaustible cash cow.

But Lu Mingfei did not hesitate to destroy it, because worldly wealth was meaningless to the Space Marines, and the existence of this factory was a kind of blasphemy to him.

"May the holy fire burn your sinful bodies."

"May the Emperor's light bless your innocent souls."

Chu Zihang used Junyan to detonate the explosives, while Akina Sakai used Chaoge to deliver a requiem to the victims.

The flames soared into the sky and burned to the horizon, turning everything into ashes.

Lu Mingfei and the others got into the armored vehicle and drove towards the city, preparing to go to the source of evil, Mictlan Island.

In the great temple, the priests who were usually scattered around were gathering together at this time.

There are a total of 20 tables placed beside the long stone table, corresponding to 20 priests.

In the Aztec sacred calendar, a year is divided into 20 ten days, each ten day has 13 days, and each ten day has its patron saint.

The number of priests is also derived from this, and it never increases or decreases.

At both ends of the stone table, two particularly conspicuous priests sat.

He had white hair and wrinkles on his face that could trap mosquitoes. He wore a colorful feather headdress, which swayed as his head rose and fell, as if it would fall off in the next second.

The other one is young and strong, wearing an eagle crown on his head and a red snake-like weapon stuck at his waist.

"High Priest, Americans are demanding more and more 'sacred blood'."

The young priest stirred up the conversation.

"Oh? Oh. This is a good thing."

The old high priest said slowly as if he had just woken up from a dream.

"A good thing? God Toki's body is getting weaker and weaker. If he continues like this, he will turn into a cocoon soon."

The young priest did not agree with his statement.

"God Toki is the god of health. He will not turn into a cocoon so quickly. At least he will last until the avenue of death appears."

The high priest explained.

"But the production of 'sacred blood' also requires Deadpool's serum. We have turned many of our compatriots into deformed monsters."

The young priest said dissatisfiedly.

Toki's blood must be mixed with Deadpool's serum before it can be used, and it must be a Mexican turned into Deadpool.

"These are necessary sacrifices. They dedicate their bodies to the gods, and they will surely ascend to heaven in the future."

The high priest said calmly.

Ordinary people will wander in hell after death. After wandering for four years, they must pay tribute to Mictlanticutli, the god of death, in order to become a ghost.

Soldiers captured in the war, or people directly selected as sacrifices, will ascend to the heaven corresponding to the god they were sacrificed to.

They will become the followers who gather on the plain every morning to welcome the arrival of the gods with delicious food.

After four years of doing this kind of work, they will receive higher blessings, reincarnate as birds and butterflies, return to the human world, drink nectar every day, and fly freely.

This was the dream destination of the Aztecs.

A vein twitched on the young priest's forehead. Others didn't know the truth. Did he, the priest of Huitzilopochtli, the god of war, not know the truth?

Those powerful creatures may always have the same authority as gods, but they do not have the kindness of gods at all.

"Priest of the God of War, if there was no 'divine blood', would our actions be so smooth?"

The high priest asked rhetorically.

The Ares Priest curled his lips and did not reply because he could not refute.

It is precisely the huge amount of money brought by the "divine blood" and itself that the temple has made Americans' eyes wander a little.

Otherwise, the missiles of the Fourth Fleet would have been aimed at Mictlan.

How can there be a poisonous snake entrenched beside the tiger's couch?

Unless the venom of that poisonous snake is the best wine.

"But the 'divine blood' has also attracted the attention of the secret party."

The Ares Priest found a counterargument.

"Secret party, secret party."

The high priest's cloudy eyes glowed with hatred.

It was this group of guys who broke into their country, burned their temples, and killed their people, shouting slogans about destroying the dragons and making the world belong to humans.

And hundreds of years later, these madmen still linger.

What happened in Juarez last time was a wake-up call for them, and the secret party still wants to drive out all the remnants of them.

"Ignore them, the gentlemen in the White House will beat them up."

The high priest calmed down and said.

This era is no longer the era of dragons, nor is it the era of hybrids.

Although the secret party is also making progress, it is still not as good as the progress of mankind itself.

In the past, if you wanted to attack Kassel, where the essence of the Secret Party was, you would have needed the blood of countless pure-blood dragons.

Now, all it takes is a push of a button from Washington.

"Are you so sure that the secret party will be obedient? They are madmen who dare to charge at the Dragon King. The S-class member of the secret party has already been to Japan, and the organization that sold the formula to us seems to have been wiped out. My intuition tells me,

He will come to us next."

The Ares Priest sneered and said.

"Our deal is very covert, and he can get little information from Japan. Moreover, the man who is preparing for the next election needs our help if he wants to successfully become the owner of the White House. He will not allow the secret party

They attacked us."

The high priest retorted clearly.

He is the priest of Quetzalcoatl, the god of Quetzalcoatl. In addition to being the god of life and light, this supreme god is also the god of wisdom and knowledge.

Only the wisest and most knowledgeable people in the kingdom can serve as His priests.

For this reason, the Quetzalcoatl priest has always been the default leader of the temple and is honored as the high priest.

Huitzilopochtli, the god of war, was the racial god and patron saint of the Aztecs, and his priests were the only ones who could compete with the high priest.

"I hope so. High Priest, when will the Avenue of Death open?"
To be continued...