The blazing sun continued to rise, emitting infinite light and heat, shining on the magnificent Great Temple Pyramid. The shadow cast by the pyramid gradually shrank, leaving only the deep darkness inside the temple. The figure of the elder disappeared in the darkness,
The high priest's arms are raised in the light, and the ceremony gradually reaches its climax!
One by one, the blue sacrifices climbed onto the high platform, and bursts of warm cheers resounded through the sky. The sun god opened his eyes indifferently. He stared at the bright colors and admired the picture of life; he smoked the curls of divine smoke and asked for
He licked the burning flames and devoured the flesh and blood sacrifices. Finally, under the high-pitched chants of the priests, He let out a sigh of contentment, shaking the heaven and earth like thunder, and sent his incarnation to the world!
"Boom, boom, boom!..."
On the gun mount made of pure gold, three thick new wooden cannons were pointed at the sky and ignited, suddenly erupting with a shocking roar! The wind of artillery swept across, and the flags of the three gods were flying behind the gun mount. The flags were painted in sequence with the Wei Dynasty.
There are three images of Zilopochtli: the main god sitting high on the throne, the sun god wearing a golden crown, and the god of war holding lightning. This symbolizes that the wooden cannon in front of him is an artifact given by the gods!
The violent sound of cannons brought awe-inspiring divine power, causing the sky to shake, the earth to tremble, and everything to fall silent! All the people in the square immediately fell to the ground in awe under the divine power, and envoys from various countries also knelt down in fear and saluted. The high priest
Then he announced loudly.
"Praise the Lord God! The incarnation of the Sun God, the Grand Tratoani of the Alliance, the supreme king, comes to the festival!"
Avit had a cold face, holding the staff in his hand, and walked to the edge of the pyramid of the Great Temple. He was wearing a king's costume with a sun painted on it, an exquisite obsidian feather crown on his head, and a gorgeous cloak inlaid with gems on his back. For today
He came to the side hall next to the big temple very early to prepare for the festival. He waited until the immortal elder left before he appeared as the only king.
At this moment, the king climbed to the top, looked down at the ant-like crowd, and enjoyed the kneeling and admiration of all the people. A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. His eyes swept around the pyramid, where the thick wooden wood was still smoking.
The cannon, as well as the royal gunner who was busy loading, nodded secretly.
"This roaring wooden cannon can shock people's hearts! It is suitable for use in festivals to declare the power of the royal family!"
Ever since he first saw the power of the wooden cannon, Avitt had completely fallen in love with this new weapon. To be precise, he appreciated the huge roar made by the explosion.
In the eyes of the king who controls people's hearts, the power of the wooden cannon itself is actually not amazing. However, in this ignorant era of pious belief in the gods, if the wooden cannon is given the cloak of divinity and used as an artifact given by the gods, it will be able to
On the battlefield, it directly struck people's hearts and accomplished a task that even thousands of warriors could not accomplish! This time in the battle with the Tlaxcala Legion, the roar of wooden cannons successfully damaged the opponent's morale. And the aerial cannons in the festival could also intimidate
All peoples and nations!
Avitt looked majestic and looked down for a moment. The crowd in the square remained motionless and knelt in awe for a long time. It was not until he saw that the gunners had finished loading that the king raised his staff and shouted loudly.
"With the blessing of the Lord God, the battle between gods is great! I offer the most precious sacrifice to the supreme Lord God! That is the King of Tarasco, Kasonchi of the Prepecha people, and the god-born king Suangua!"
"Sacrifice to the king of Tarasco, Suangua!...Boom, boom, boom...!".
Hundreds of priests chanted in unison, followed by three more cannon shots that sounded like the roar of the gods. The community priests shouted the will of the gods, and the 250,000 people in the capital gradually became quiet.
Then, the distant bamboo flute sounded at the end of the main road. Surrounded by nearly a hundred warriors, a full forty strong men shouldered a wide wooden platform and slowly approached from several miles away. They walked past the houses of common people.
In front of us, we walked through the gardens of the nobles and the pyramids of the priests. Under the gazes of tens of thousands of people and the fanatical shouts of the people, we finally arrived at the Temple Square!
Shusok clenched his spear, opened his eyes wide, and looked at the wooden platform that was getting closer.
I saw a silent young man sitting on the gorgeous wooden platform, surrounded by four beautiful girl priests. He was wearing Tarasco's condor king costume and a forked kingdom feather crown on his head.
Although his expression was pale, he still carried a bit of the authority of a man who had been in power for a long time. Under the guidance of the priest, the wooden platform deliberately detoured from the area where the envoys gathered, triggering waves of shocked sighs.
"Really, truly...the King of Tarasco...Suangua!..."
"He was actually captured alive here as a sacrifice for the alliance!"
"The Kingdom of Tarasco, which has been strong for two hundred years, ended up like this!..."
"Ah, Your Majesty!..."
The wooden platform slowly passed by, and Suangua lowered his head and remained still, as if he had fallen asleep. It was not until he passed the blue sacrificial procession and heard the familiar shouts that he couldn't suppress that he opened his eyes again. Each one of them was familiar.
, the unfamiliar figure of the great nobleman of Tarasco appeared and disappeared in front of the king's eyes, causing his dead eyes to waver again.
"The descendants of the kingdom, the king of the condor, went to the kingdom of God together to face the ancient ancestors... Ha, how good it is!"
The wooden platform slowly walked to the front of the Great Temple, and then landed heavily. Suangua smiled miserably, stood up from the wooden platform, and faced his destined fate calmly. Step by step, he climbed up to the 60-meter Great Pyramid Temple; step by step,
Walking past hundreds of priests and warriors, he reached the last step, where the blazing holy fire reflected his pale and calm face. Not far away, Avitt raised his feather crown high and smiled at the corner of his mouth, as if he was welcoming with joy.
sun god.
Suangua turned his head and watched the sun rise into the sky, with no clouds visible for thousands of miles. Then, his eyes followed the sun downwards, illuminating the tens of thousands of small people under the pyramid. The tens of thousands of faces were full of excitement and expectation.
, and looked up at him together. A kind of fateful realization came into King Tarakos's heart. He suddenly recalled a fleeting thought that he had when he was watching the "House of Winds" sacrifice a long time ago.
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Suangua suppressed the sadness in his heart and glanced at the line of sacrifices for a long time. He saw several of his sons and several brothers of the royal family, but there was no figure of Sartini. King Tarakos nodded silently.
Next, we finally climbed up the last step and faced the King of Mexica for the first time.
"King of Tarasco, Blood of the Condor, Suangua, greets you! King of Mexica."
Suangua lowered his head, clenched his fists on his chest, and performed the courtesy of meeting a king.
"The master of the world, the bloodline of the Lord God, Avitsotl, accepts your greetings! The former king of Tarasco."
Avitt stood straight, his arms didn't move, he just nodded slightly. The joy of revenge turned into a smile at the corner of his mouth, filling his chest!
"Suangwa Kasonchi, remember your promise!"
"Well...King of Mexica, please remember your promise."
Avitt nodded slightly. Then, he finally couldn't help but raise the staff high and laughed out loud. The laughter was filled with uncontrollable joy!
"Haha, hahaha!"
Right in front of Avitt, Suangua slowly knelt down without being forced by any warriors or taking any medicine!
"King of Tarasco, Suangua, surrenders! The king of Mexica is the master of the world! This is the promise of the Lord God!"
The high priest watched all this closely, and then shouted loudly. Soon, hundreds of priests repeated it again, followed by five thousand warriors and tens of thousands of city residents. Waves of sound swept outward in turn, accompanied by the shouts of thousands of people
, from the temple in the center of the capital to the edge of the floating island in the lake.
"The king of Mexica is the master of the world!"
Hundreds of thousands of people in the capital fell into complete fanaticism. Deafening chants rose from under the pyramid, making Avitt's smile brighter. He laughed and reached out to hold Suangua's hair. Then, his expression
Yishen looked into the other party's humiliated and angry eyes, and said calmly.
"The Sun God is both stern and merciful. Suangua, do you have anything else to say before going to the Kingdom of God?"
Hearing this, Su Angua closed his eyes and thought silently for a while before sighing and chanting.
"I have always compared myself to a divine eagle, not a mediocre rat fish, but the kingdom perished in my hands!...
Ah, I was driving a big boat through the water! The boat ran aground and was damaged, and the heavy rain stirred up wind and waves. The crocodiles opened their mouths to bite back, and the cardinals fled in fear. Only the loyal hummingbird fell before me, and its withered wings made people sad...
Ah, then I knew: this is the three gods who want to defeat me, it is not the fault of losing the battle, it is just the destined final chapter!"
Listening to the king's last poem, Avit was slightly moved. He waved his hand, and a priest took out a pen and paper and copied down the poem in shorthand.
"Don't worry, Suangua! Your poems will be sung in the epic and will be immortalized together with the Mexica's military exploits. Now, my old acquaintance, please let me personally send you to the Kingdom of God!"
Suangua nodded. He took off his royal robes and traditional feather crown. With a calm expression, he walked to the sacrifice stone and lay down. The five priests and elders skillfully held his hands and feet and suppressed his body. Then
Witte personally raised the obsidian dagger and drew a shining arc!
"ah!..."
The bright sunshine quickly dimmed in an instant, and the cloudless sky could not see the end of the depth. Suangua trembled violently for a while, and his eyes completely lost focus. His soul turned into a wisp of blue smoke, along the deep path.
Sky, fly to the distant kingdom of God, fly to the departed ancestors...
"The respected and glorious Tarascoca Sonchi, the descendant of the Jiao people, and the brilliant King Suangua, the divine descendant, have gone to the kingdom of the sun god!"
The high priest shouted passionately, and the sacred announcement echoed in the temple.
"He left a final verse: I will follow the will of the Sun God and face the defeat of the God War calmly. The Prepecha people are destined to join the alliance. This is the final chapter of fate! ... Praise him, the heroic one
King! He converted to the Lord God before his death and will enjoy peace forever in the Kingdom of God!"
The chants of the high priest spread far and wide, triggering once again landslides and tsunamis of cheers, and almost crazy prayers!
Avitt stared at the fallen body of Suangua, smelled the blood on his nose, and let out a deep sigh. At this moment, he looked at the bright red color of his old friend on his left hand, and he felt inexplicably lost, and his sentimentality flashed away.
"Your Majesty, this poem?..."
The priest holding the pen wrote quickly and recorded the high priest's version of Suangua's poem again. Then, he looked at the two different versions of the poem and asked the king for his decision.
Hearing this, Avitt's expression became solemn and he instantly regained his composure. He took out the manuscript of the poem from the priest's hand, read it one last time, shook his head slightly, and threw it into the blazing holy fire.
"Just do as the high priest said, record the epic and sing it throughout the world!"
The following sacrifices were as before, grand and glorious, bloody and gorgeous, fanatical and unforgettable. The ritual sacrifices of duels between nobles, the tearful dance sacrifices of girls, the performance sacrifices of the main god, and the harvest sacrifices on the lake.
..The nobility and royal family in the Lake Patzcuaro area were wiped out. The old rulers went to the Kingdom of God, taking away the old dream of the Kingdom of Tarasco.
Wave after wave of sounds resounded in the wide square. There were excited cheers from nobles, heroic roars from warriors, sincere hymns from common people, and fearful screams from foreigners. As the sun slowly set towards the west, the sky reflected red clouds.
, the ceremony was temporarily suspended.
Avitt solemnly raised his staff, and the priests shouted at the right moment.
"The sun god showed a red smile. He is satisfied with the sacrifice of the noble one!... Now, all the states in the alliance, pay tribute to the king! All the ministries in the world, pay tribute to the king!"
Under the guidance of the warriors, the envoys from the alliance states moved forward one after another to pay this year's tribute to the supreme king. When they walked to the pyramid and glanced at the head of Kuius held high, they were in high spirits and proud of the alliance.
Powerful; looking at the hanging head of Tepetl, one feels fear and awe of the king's strength.
Shusok's expression was solemn, as solid as a sculpture. The noble envoys from all the alliance states passed by him, looking at him with awe and alienation. It was not until Barda, a feudal state in the lake, passed by that he stopped for a moment and greeted him respectfully.
The deputy leader bowed his head in greeting. Shusok nodded slightly in return.
Following the team of envoys, Barda climbed to the magnificent Great Pyramid. On the middle platform, he presented the tribute of the feudal kingdom in the lake: a pair of solid bronze armor, a close-fitting bronze dagger, and two
A sacrificial brass ritual vessel, two boxes of huge shining pearls, and several ancient collections of the Tarasco royal family. Then, the Eagle Warrior took out a thick paper roll and handed it to the king's personal guard, which recorded
Details of large tribute gifts.
Soon, Avit on the pyramid unfolded the scroll. He just glanced briefly and saw the words "Six thousand catties of copper", then he raised his staff and nodded with great satisfaction. Barda then fell on the ground and looked towards the king standing high above.
After paying homage, he turned around and returned.
The tributes from the alliance states are the same as in previous years. They can be divided into exquisite tributes to the royal family and large tributes to the alliance. The feudal state in the lake was not long established, and food, wood and stone were in short supply. The alliance required
The tribute was mainly copper materials, a specialty of the Lake District and widely used.
Then came the foreign envoys from all over the world. They wore various attires, looked respectful, and climbed to the pyramid to offer gifts. Unlike the envoys within the alliance, these foreign envoys felt fear and fear when they saw the head of Kuius held high.
Because of the strength of the alliance; when seeing the hanging head of Tepetel again, fear turned into fear, fear of the cruelty of the Mexica people.
According to the relationship of kinship and distance, the first to pay tribute are the loyal alliance vassals, the Jontars and Huastecs. Then the disloyal vassals, the Mixtec Alliance, pay tribute.
The Mixtec envoy carefully handed over a huge wooden board. Avit inspected it briefly and nodded slightly. Not only did the Mixtec make up for all the tributes owed during the Western Expedition, they also donated a large amount of feathers and dyes from the rainforest.
, spices, fruits, gold utensils and precious stones. The king raised the staff without expression, and the other party was relieved and fell to the ground to worship.
The same was true for the Zapotecs and Trapanic people. Avit had already remembered these disloyal vassals, but it was not yet time to settle the accounts. It was not until the Otopan envoy made a contribution on behalf of the Otomi people.
He bowed humbly and paid homage. Only then did the king smile lightly, remembering his long-lost brother.
"Tisok, my brother, the Otomi have surrendered to me..."
After the vassals, there are the foreign countries. First there is the revered holy city of Cholula. Then there are the Totonac people on the seaside.
"The descendants of the Jiao people, envoys of Totonac, meet the king of Mexica and pay tribute to the jade ring inherited from the ancestors of the Jiao people! This is a sacred object from the last era!"
Qingyue's chanting sounded loudly. The high priest held up an ancient yellowed jade ring and showed it to everyone. Then, the jade ring was packed in a silver box and carefully sent to the temple for collection.
The annual tributes of the Totonac people are ancient cultural relics. They occupy the ruins of the Olmec civilization, and they have as many ancient cultural relics as they want, and they sell them to the outside world from time to time. This kind of tribute is free of charge, and Mexica
If the Alliance is willing to accept it, it is much more cost-effective than paying tribute in large amounts of gold, silver, cotton, spices, and food.
What's more, even if the real ancient cultural relics are used up, they can still make their own cultural relics. Of course, facing a powerful alliance, the Totonak people will not risk angering the king, and the tributes will be genuine.
This year's festival was particularly grand, with hundreds of foreign envoys, the largest number in history. Those who took the stage to present gifts included noble chiefs of the northern and southern Tekos tribes, chiefs of the plateau dog descendants, chiefs of the eastern rainforest, and even
There are Mayan traders who serve as envoys!
The last person to present a gift was the envoy from the Eastern Tlaxcalans. This was also the first time after decades that the Tlaxcalans sent envoys to the Alliance. The envoys wore clothes similar to those of the Mexica and bowed their heads humbly.
He kowtowed. He offered precious tributes, raised his hands high, and presented a wooden board covered with patterns. Avitt took it out for inspection, but it was an album of peace.
"Praise the God of War in Mexica! Offer your property to your noble daughter, offer your princess Tarasco, withdraw the border legions...kowtow to the ground and ask for peace."
"Haha, come from all over the world, you are the overlord of the world!"
Avitt laughed heroically. At this moment, he was the supreme king who dominated the world! The Mexica Alliance controlled a population of four million people from each country, and nominally vassalized three million people from all four tribes under his rule.
Entering its peak! And he, Avitt, is the Grand Tratoane of the Alliance, the Lord of the world with seven million people!
Amid hearty laughter, the king stood on the top of the tall temple, looking at the sun going west. The sky and ground in front of him were a vast bright red, just like the magnificent kingdom of God in mythology. As the incarnation of the sun god
, he looked down at the "ant colony" on the ground and raised the staff high again!
"Boom, boom, boom!"
The sound of three cannons shook the sky, signaling the departure of the sun. It also made countless "ant colonies" kneel down and bow their heads, turning into waves at the feet of the king.
"I am the incarnation of the Lord God. I am the only king who controls the sky, the earth and the lakes!"
Avit looked up to the sky and shouted, with the divine staff held high in his hand, and all the people prostrate under his feet. His eyes contained two balls of flame, which would continue to burn throughout the four seas and the entire world!
