The priest's praises were like the first thunder in winter, descending on the earth with great force and falling directly into the ears of all the people lying on the ground. In an instant, there was silence all around. There was a sudden silence in the Temple Square in front of the Great Temple, with only heavy and short breathing and the crackle of the sacred fire.
The elder stood up from the stone chair in front of the temple with an expressionless face and walked towards the edge of the pyramid of the great temple.
He wore a set of black sacrificial robes, covering his thin figure; he wore an ancient slender crown on his head, covering his completely white hair. In his right hand, he also holds the chief minister's inherited scepter, which has been with him for more than fifty years.
He took slow but firm steps and appeared in front of all people step by step, just as his old and majestic face was reflected in everyone's hearts bit by bit. One step behind him followed a shorter high priest with the same feather crown and sacrificial robes. Two steps further back, the sculpture-like guard captain was holding a clay pot, taking the same exact steps, following closely like a shadow.
The elder stopped in front of the holy fire at the edge of the temple, and the firelight illuminated his deep eyes. His tall body finally appeared in everyone's sight, at the highest point of the pyramid, accepting the gaze of all people! Then, the elder slowly raised his right arm and raised the chief's scepter above his head, just like he did fifty years ago!
"Weiwei! Elder!...Immortal sun! Sun!..."
The second thunder exploded at this moment! Under the leadership of the priest, everyone from the central temple to the edge of the temple area cheered enthusiastically. At this moment, even Shusok, who had always been calm and resolute, and Stanley, who was flamboyant and arrogant, their eyes were red with excitement, and they clenched their fists in excitement and shouted!
As the chief minister of the alliance, the elder Traka Eller is already eighty-eight years old this year! He has been king for five generations and has actually controlled the alliance behind the scenes for half a century. He is the truly immortal sun of the Mexica people! Three generations of Mexica people have grown up listening to his legend, filled with infinite respect for him, and followed his reform will in awe.
Facing this living legend, envoys from various countries all saluted at the same time, feeling both deep fear and heartfelt lamentation in their hearts. The Mexica elder is actually still alive!
In this era when the average age of the people is only more than 20 years old, such a long-lived elder is like an immortal nightmare that has always shrouded the hearts of all tribes in the world. It can be said that as long as the elders who suppress the alliance survive for one day, all the nobles with strange dreams can only endure in hiding. The entire Mexican Alliance is a closely connected whole! Even if the religious and political centralization reforms set off turbulent waves, and come one after another, the rock of alliance unity remains intact and solid, with no gaps to exploit!
The hysterical cheering lasted for dozens of breaths. It was not until the elder slowly took back his scepter that the sound gradually died down. Then, the high priest took a deep breath and took a step forward. He replaced the elder, looked up at the sky, and roared at the top of his lungs.
"The sun rises high, and the main god Huitzilopochtli ascends to the highest level! The supreme god protects the alliance, and the divine war of the Western Expedition achieved a perfect victory! The main god swallowed up the three gods of Tarasco, and is in charge of the sun, moon and earth! He omnipotent!"
"Praise the Lord God! God bless the alliance!"
The high priest raised his staff and shouted loudly.
"Praise the Lord God! God bless the alliance!"
Hundreds of priests prayed at the same time, their voices high and passionate, reaching into the sky.
"Praise the Lord God! God bless the alliance!"
Tens of thousands of people in the capital shouted wildly, like the third thunder, exploding birds all over the sky.
Under the great temple, Shusok looked excited and roared loudly. This is the declaration after victory, which is particularly satisfying.
"The main god maintains the movement of the world and needs holy blood to make the sun perfect! The evil three gods are dead, and the descendants of the three gods must offer holy blood to make the main god satisfied and smile! God said that his kindness is like the sun, shining to Every pure heart spreads to every clean soul!...The world has the same origin, from the Jiao people. Like the Mexica, Prepecha is the descendant of the Jiao people, a descendant of the last era Brothers. The sun will also shine on them, and the Lord God will lead them to the right path!... Therefore, the common people can convert, and the gods must sacrifice!"
The vast square was solemn and quiet, with only the priests repeating God's will. Soon, low voices of discussion sounded among the nobles and warriors of the alliance. They were not suspicious, just slightly confused.
"The Prepechas are our brothers?"
Hearing this, Stanley the giant bear curled his lips, and then asked in confusion.
"What is a glue man?"
"The Jiao people are the Olmecs, the common ancestors of all tribes in the world."
Shusok looked calm and answered calmly. He knew that this was a statement that had just spread from Qinchongcan City not long ago, and it was also quite popular among the Prepecha people. The feudal state in the lake sent envoys to the elders and high priests to report on the newly compiled doctrine. Now it seems that this doctrine has been adapted and accepted by the high priests as a tool to conquer the world.
"Huh? Aren't our ancestors Aztlan? The legendary origin of the sacred mountain is in the far northwest of the world!"
Stanley scratched his head, looked at the northwest sky, and then looked at Shusok.
"Well, the Aztlans are also descendants of the Jiao people... Believe me, the world comes from the same origin and comes from the Jiao people!"
Shusok responded calmly. Stanley curled his lips and didn't ask any more questions. He was a little unsure. However, since the high priest said this on behalf of the elders, that’s probably it!
"Even if we have the same ancestors, we Mexicans are definitely the best at fighting!"
In the corner of the square, envoys from all over the world looked at each other. A vague premonition arose in their hearts. This statement may change the pattern of the world...but I can't think deeply about it for a while. Because, after the announcement, there is a sacrifice!
"The sun wakes up and opens its red eyes! The Lord God comes to witness the bloody future! We sacrifice the holy blood to the Lord God and bless the world with a pious heart! ...Thank the Lord God and sacrifice the holy blood!"
"Thank you Lord God, sacrifice the holy blood!"
In the shouts of the priests, the discussion stopped instantly. The people in the square were silent for a moment. A moment later, the fourth violent thunder suddenly erupted, causing all the foreign envoys to burst into tears.
"Sacrifice, sacrifice, sacrifice!"
On the towering pyramid, all the people saluted like a colony of ants. The sound of shouting rose from under the feet, and then dispersed into the distant sky with the long wind. The high priest tilted his head slightly, looked at the elder's god-like expression, waved the staff in his hand knowingly, and shouted an order.
"The sacrifice begins!"
Hundreds of temple guards followed orders. Heavily armed religious warriors escorted the numb-looking nobles of Tarasco to their destined destination. The grand ceremony lasted for three days, and the daily number of noble sacrifices was 800 people. This is a divine number, symbolizing the cycle of times.
Shusok looked intently, and saw two long blue lines winding for miles like long snakes, slowly flowing towards the top of the twin pyramids and the two sacrificial stones in front of the temple. There, the twelve priests and elders had already been divided into two groups, holding obsidian daggers and ready. Soon, a familiar old cry resounded throughout the Great Temple.
"Kukuna II, a nobleman of Akambalo State and a descendant of the Jiao Man, is going to the Kingdom of the Sun God! His soul will meet his father who went to the Kingdom of God according to his own wishes and gain eternal peace!"
"Dong dong... bang..."
A fresh body rolled down from the top of the great temple, and was blocked by the stone statue of the Moon Goddess, stopping in front of Shusok. The resolute warrior looked at the other party's young face and the frightened expression before his death, and shook his head lightly.
Next to him, Stanley straightened his body and laughed.
"Haha, there's someone called Cucuna? Isn't the cocolo in our Mexican language just a stupid turkey?"
"Kukuna in the Prepecha language is also a turkey. I have an impression of this family and met them in the wooden castle on the north shore and the river mouth fortress."
"Tsk tsk, there is such a name! Kukuna II, haha, isn't his father also a Kukuna turkey? A Prepecha who is as weak as a turkey!"
"Actually not. His father died in a fierce battle and was a good warrior! But this guy seems to have been captured by the militia..."
The two were used to seeing blood and chatted casually while looking at the bright red on the ground. Suddenly, another thunderous cheer sounded, resounding under the gradually reddening temple.
"Weiwei! Elder!! Sun!!!"
The elder had no expression on his face and slowly raised the staff in his right hand. Then, he stretched out his left hand and took a beating heart from the hands of the respectful high priest. The boiling cheers reached its peak in an instant! Under the gaze of everyone, the elder raised his left hand and suddenly threw the fresh food into the blazing holy fire!
Green smoke curled up, the blood turned into burnt paste, and a soul was dedicated to the Lord God. The elder calmly stared at the holy fire for a moment, then slowly turned around and walked towards the temple behind him. There was a dedicated priestly passage leading to the adjacent chief palace.
"Praise the Lord God! The great Sivacohuatl, the immortal sun of the Mexica people, the incarnation of the sublime Lord God, the supreme elder, returns to the throne of God!"
In the shouts of the high priest, tens of thousands of Mexica people bowed their heads again and saluted, paying tribute to the departing human gods.
The elder looked calm and walked steadily. There was no trace of fatigue or decline on his body. He is like the sun and moon in heaven and earth, as if he will exist forever. Behind him, the guard captain was still holding the clay pot, never leaving.
The light gradually dimmed and the shadows slowly fell. The elder walked into the towering temple step by step and left the increasingly fiery ceremony. The hustle and bustle of life disappeared in an instant, leaving only the silence of death. The elder walked into the passage sloping downward, and there was no one else around. He finally stopped, then his body suddenly softened, and he fell diagonally towards the cold stone wall!
"Your Majesty!"
The captain of the guard gave a low cry, strode forward, and held the elder's arm in time. "Bang", the slender feather crown fell from the old man's head, and the white hair was scattered. The swaying figure brought a breeze. Under the loose black robe, the old body was already emaciated. And under the rich spice smell, there is an old man smell that cannot be concealed!
"Your Majesty... give you the potion!"
The captain of the guard carefully supported the elder and let him lean on his shoulder. Then, he opened the clay pot and took out a jar of light yellow potion.
"No, Chevali."
In the Nahua language, Chevali means shadow. The shadow of vague existence is always loyal to the mountain and never leaves it.
The elder closed his eyes and rested for a while before calmly opening his eyes and letting out a rare sigh.
"The potion that boosts energy will overdraw my future life. And I don't have much life left...The Alliance cannot do without me. I want to live as long as possible."
It took a while before the elder came back to his senses. He slowly stood up and stood still, then stretched out his hand, took the feather crown and put it on. A burst of rich sweet smell hit his nostrils, and the elder moved his eyes and stared at his bright red left hand.
"Chevali."
"Dear elder."
"Tell me honestly. Who do you think can suppress the hearts of the Alliance after I die?"
"Ah, this...venerable sir, you are the immortal sun..."
"explain."
The calm words came softly, but they carried irresistible power. Chevali was silent for a moment before giving a brief answer.
"The high priest and the king. The cooperation of the two is enough."
"High Priest..."
The elder stared at his bright red left hand, his eyes as deep and dark as the bottom of the sea. After a while, he spoke slowly without any emotion.
"What if the high priest leaves before me?"
Hearing this, Chevali's expression changed slightly. He thought carefully for a moment, shook his head slightly, and remained silent.
"Yeah. The branch of the Holy City..."
The elder closed his eyes and slowly took back his left hand. In his vicissitudes of life, a young and delicate face suddenly flashed across his mind.
"The vitality of youth is really enviable..."
After a long silence, the elder sighed quietly. He has been walking all the way since the last century, and his mind has become as strong as the mountains and the sea. In this world, the only thing that can make him sigh is the ruthless time.
"Let's go."
The old man took steps forward and walked slowly underground. Chevali hugged the pot tightly, like a silent sculpture, following him closely. Behind them, the New Year's Festival is reaching its climax!
One name after another, one freshness after another, and one soul after another! The people of the capital fell into complete fanaticism. Boiling cheers came through the stone wall, spanning the past and present, and heading towards a new future!
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