The sun at noon rose into the sky, casting a blazing flame. The sky was half clear and half cloudy, like death burning in flames. In the inner city of Cholula, traces of charred black and bright red could be seen everywhere, and lives were lost everywhere.
The corpse of the god, and the noble feather crown scattered in the dust.
Tens of thousands of Mexica warriors poured into the inner city, killing all night and clearing out all resistance. Wearing armor and a helmet, and protected by two hundred armored guards, Xiulote walked along the wide and silent streets of the inner city.
The wonder of the Great Pyramid.
On the Street of Heaven, all the bones of the gods were trampled; in front of the temple, gold and silver were burned into dust and mud. The king did not look away, step by step, stepping on the bones and blood, passing through the gold, silver and ashes, and ascended nearly sixty
The meter-high Great Pyramid of Cholula. Behind him, twenty Jaguar warriors lowered their heads and carefully climbed to the top of the tower, carrying a new wooden coffin.
Flames are still burning on the top of the broad pyramid. Most of the once beautiful sanctuaries of the gods have been burned away. And the majestic statues of the gods have also been broken into pieces. The stone pillars of the pavilion tilted and collapsed, and the hanging gold and silver gems fell.
On the ground, the decorative feather curtains were burned to ashes. In the corner of the sanctuary, dozens of corpses of saints, bearing traces of abuse by the elders, were piled aside, and were thrown into the fire one by one by the warriors.
The pungent burnt smell floats in the wind, like the elegy of the soul. And the dazzling blood stains seep on the top of the tower, like a sketch of the dead. In the songs and paintings of death, they are the descendants of the Holy City, the captives.
Sacrifice, more than ten priests and elders who have been respected for generations.
"Your Highness! I, the black wolf Toltec, captured the chief priest of Cholula City, Petel! It was he who murdered the high priest!"
The black wolf Toltec's eyes were red, and like a killing dog, he swung his right fist hard and hit Petel hard in the face.
"Ah! Woo..."
The noble priest leader's attire was in tatters, his feather crown was crooked, and he was knocked to the ground by a punch. His whole body curled up in pain, whining in pain, like a fox caught by hounds. Blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and several teeth were lost.
He begged for mercy vaguely and hoarsely.
"I am the noble...divine...chief priest!...I am the inherited Toltec noble...don't humiliate me!..."
"boom!"
Hearing this, Black Wolf Toltec became furious and punched again, knocking off Petel's front teeth.
"Bah! You dare to call me Toltec and slander my name!..."
Peter's feather crown fell to the ground, revealing his gray and messy hair. His mouth and nose were crooked, his face was bloody, and his usual noble demeanor was gone. He was as embarrassed as a plucked turkey. The priest leader's eyes showed resentment, looking at the strong man
The black wolf Toltec's old, swollen face twitched.
"You? You are not a civilized Toltec, you are a barbaric Chichimec!...Ah!"
Toltec's eyes widened and he punched him again. He shouted angrily and cursed like thunder.
"Huh? You shameless old thieves! You rotten old dogs! When I caught you, you were still acting ugly, smoking magic smoke and singing on women!... Bah, you are the barbaric Qiqi
Meike! No, you are not even as good as Chichimeke, you don’t have any courage as a warrior, you only do poison and conspiracy behind your back!”
"Hoo!...O Nava gods!..."
Hearing this, War Elder Wezier closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.
Among all the priests and elders, he was the only one who wore leather armor and fought bravely at the top of the city, but was captured after exhaustion. However, most of the other elders around him were dressed in messy clothes, not even wearing an inch of clothing. They fought bravely on the bed and were captured without a fight. Everyone behaved like this,
It’s no wonder that the Mexicans are disdainful. It’s actually the result of hundreds of years of hereditary enjoyment, and it has rotted from the top down to the roots.
Shulot stood on the top of the tower, carefully holding his grandfather's coffin and placing it in front of the most sacred altar.
The ancient altar is mottled with stones, inherited from the Toltec era and has been passed down for more than 600 years. It is the foundation of Nahua faith. Today, this sacred altar will hold the most noble sacrifice.
, using the last Toltec descendant to pay tribute to an old man who died with a smile.
The sun was blazing, the clouds were half-covered, the sky was a changing spectacle, and the earth was decaying and withered. The king took off the helmet that covered his face, revealing a face as cold and hard as a glacier, and eyes that were still blood-red. He slowly opened the wide
The coffin silently stared at the sleeping grandfather. Then, holding the obsidian sacrificial dagger, he walked to the chief priest of Cholula, the old fox Petel.
"Xiu...Lot! I didn't kill your grandfather! Shuter, it was suicide..."
Petel's head was hanging down, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding. He looked at the oncoming king, filled with grief and indignation, and screamed at the top of his lungs.
"This is a conspiracy, no, a conspiracy! The Mexica people's conspiracy, let the high priest die here! You, you! How cruel!..."
"Suicide?...You said, my grandfather abandoned me and committed suicide here?...Haha!"
Hearing this, Shulot looked at Peter coldly, and the corners of his mouth gradually raised. Then, he laughed heartily and desolately, and even shed tears.
"Peter, at this time, do you still want to survive?"
"..."
The old fox Petel was speechless. After a while, he stood up with difficulty, stumbled towards the sacred altar, and shouted unwillingly.
"No! Let me take a look, just one look, to see if you are dead or not!..."
Toltec pulled out his copper axe, turned the back of the bladeless blade, and was about to swing it out. However, Shulot stopped it with his hand, and just silently followed behind the leader of the priests.
The old priest leader held on to his last bit of luck and looked at the coffin in front of him. At a glance, he saw the familiar face in the coffin with his eyes closed and smiling. At this moment, there were thousands of emotions surging in his heart, which finally turned into the corner of his mouth.
A miserable smile, and a cry of grief and indignation.
"Shuter...you are so cruel!..."
"Patel, do you have anything else to say before the sacrifice?"
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"I..."
When he was about to die, the old fox Petel looked around, with tears in his eyes. He raised his head unwillingly and resentfully, looked at the strange sky, and whispered in despair.
"I want to live, and I want to live for another ten years!..."
Shulot shook his head lightly. He waved vigorously, and five janitor warriors strode forward. They grabbed the limbs and head of the priest leader and pressed him on the sacrifice stone of the altar. Then, the king opened the old fox's
He took off his clothes, found the position of his heart, and raised the dagger ruthlessly and calmly.
"Wait, wait a minute!"
The old fox Petel's face turned pale. He struggled feebly, but was firmly restrained by the warriors and screamed in vain.
"Your Highness Shulot! King Avit promised me! He promised to save my life!...Ah! Ah..."
Shulot narrowed his eyes and dropped the dagger fiercely. At this moment, his determination was so firm and his hatred was so deep that not even the king of the north could stop him!
"Hey..."
The bright red spurted out in an instant, and warmth splashed out, even falling on the king's face and into his mouth. He lowered his eyes, feeling the sweet taste of revenge, and felt extremely happy in his heart! Then, he raised his left hand,
Hold an old and beating piece of life and throw it into the fire.
"Haha! Hahaha!"
The burnt smell, accompanied by the smell of blood, hit your nose and made you feel dazed. The king stared at his bright red left hand, at Petel's head that suddenly dropped, and laughed heartily.
"Haha! Come on, next one!"
The praetorian warriors bowed their heads and saluted, dragged the dead priest leader to the high priest's coffin, and placed him in a kneeling position. The fresh red color spread immediately, soaking the black coffin, like a blood sacrifice. Then, they walked towards the high priest's coffin and wailed in despair.
The priests and elders dragged one over again, like a turkey waiting to be slaughtered.
"ah!..."
The dying scream was frightening and sharp, like a copper needle piercing the throat, making people's scalp numb. But soon, the sound suddenly died out, leaving only the flowing water and the crackle of fresh burning.
"Haha! Okay! Next!..."
The king's laughter was sad and joyful. The solid corundum drank blood and became more and more crimson and bright; while the cold and hard glacier watered the freshness and finally melted slowly. With red eyes, he kept waving his arms and dropped the sacrificial dagger, ending
Noble life, enjoy the beauty of revenge!
"Come again! Next! Haha!..."
One after another, the noble priests and elders were sent to the altar to meet their destined fate in the ancient sacred place! Whether they begged, were calm, were reviled, or were roaring, there was only one ending, and that was the death of sacrifice.
!
Shulot stopped asking questions, just laughed and performed the sacred sacrifice. Whenever the dagger was dropped, he would glance at the faces of the elders, watching the changing expressions freeze and become silent, and watching the death sentence truly come.
He saw more and more corpses in front of the coffin. He prostrated next to his grandfather's body, lowered his head, and confessed with his life. The black coffin had been stained with blood and turned into the deepest dark red...
"Haha! Haha! Come on, there are still three more to go!"
Shulot laughed wantonly, as if drinking the sweetest spring water. Soon, the old Yolowa knelt in front of the coffin, then the priest elder Kuio who was escorted from the prison. Finally, the war elder Weiqi
Er. He fought hard and was captured. The Mexican warriors admired his courage and allowed him to survive until the end.
Seeing a familiar old friend, Shulot paused for a moment. The redness in his eyes had receded a lot, and his cold face also changed slightly. He looked at the Wezier who was about to close his eyes and waited for death, and asked in a deep voice.
"Weizil, is there anything else you want to say?"
"..."
Wezier opened his eyes and pursed his lips. With his last expectation, he asked softly.
"Your Highness Shulot, the descendants of the twelve priest families and thousands of nobles in the city...can their bloodline continue?"
Shulot was silent for a while, and shook his head calmly and ruthlessly. He spoke lightly, but it was the final judgment.
"...When death comes, everything will fall into deathly silence. The old ancient trees have completely decayed, and it is time to burn them."
"...Why!"
The vizier looked ashen and closed his eyes. Before the sacrificial dagger fell, he finally opened his mouth and prayed softly.
"O Nava gods high in the clouds!...Ah..."
The prayers suddenly stopped, just like the vitality of Cholula's descendant, dissipated in the early summer wind. The body of the last elder was dragged to the coffin and knelt down towards the sleeping high priest. In front of the sanctuary of the gods,
The twelve priests and elders finally returned to their positions, surrounding the dark red coffin, like the gods' confession of their fall!
"Hahaha! Hahaha! Grandpa, have you seen it? I have revenge for you!"
Shulot came to the coffin, walked on the bright red road, and laughed loudly! His laughter was like wanton thunder, spreading up and down the Great Pyramid, and into the sky, with awe-inspiring killing power!
At this moment, behind him was the blazing sanctuary, tens of thousands of warriors bowing to the ground, and tens of thousands of stiff corpses. In front of him were the bones and blood of the elders, and the remains and coffin of the high priest.
It’s the sky shrouded in dark clouds, the earth covered in bright red, and the wonders that span thousands of years!
He stared at the scene of doomsday, his eyes gradually clearing up, revealing a touch of inexorable sadness. And his hands were finally dyed red, just like his hard heart! In front of his deceased grandfather, he finally took the last step
, severed the bond between youth and childhood, and became a colder but more powerful king!
Under the cloudy sky, the high priest lay quietly in the coffin. He faced Shulot, with a gentle and pleased smile on his face. The bright red seeped into the coffin, staining his robes, forming mysterious lines, and
Like a last reminder.
"...Xulot, my child. My life has reached its end...and you must go on and be crowned king!..."
