The sun at noon rose into the sky, casting a blazing flame. The sky was half clear and half cloudy, like burning death. In the inner city of Cholula, traces of burnt black and bright red can be seen everywhere, including the bodies of lifeless gods and noble feather crowns scattered in dust and mud.
Tens of thousands of Mexican warriors poured into the inner city, killing all night and clearing away all resistance. Shulot, wearing armor and a helmet, was protected by two hundred armored guards, walking along the wide and silent streets of the inner city towards the wonder of the Great Pyramid.
On the street of heaven, the bones of the descendants of gods are trampled; in front of the temple, the dust and mud of gold and silver are burned. The king did not look away, step by step, stepping on bones and blood, passing through gold, silver and ashes, and climbed to the nearly 60-meter-high Great Pyramid of Cholula. Behind him, twenty Jaguar warriors lowered their heads, carrying a newly made wooden coffin, and carefully climbed to the top of the tower.
The flames are still burning on top of the broad pyramid. Most of the once beautiful temple of the gods has been burned down. And the majestic statues of the gods were also in pieces. The stone pillars of the pavilion tilted and collapsed, the hanging gold, silver and gems fell to the ground, and the decorative feather curtains 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 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 seeped on the top of the tower, like a sketch of the dead. Among the songs and paintings of death are the descendants of the gods of the holy city, the captive sacrifices, and more than a dozen priests and elders revered from generation to generation.
"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 chief, whose splendid robes were in tatters and his crest was crooked, was knocked to the ground with a single blow. He curled up in pain and whined in pain, like a fox captured by hounds. Blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth, several teeth were missing, and he begged for mercy in a vague and hoarse voice.
"I am a noble...divine...chief priest!...I am a Toltec nobleman...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, his usual noble demeanor was gone, and he looked as embarrassed as a plucked turkey. The priest leader's eyes showed resentment. He looked at the strong black wolf Toltec, and his swollen old face twitched.
"You? You are not a civilized Toltec, you are a barbaric Chichimec!...Ah!"
Toltec's eyes widened and he punched again. He yelled and cursed in anger, his voice was 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 exhausted and captured. Most of the other elders around him were in messy clothes, not even wearing an inch of clothing. They fought bravely on the bed and were captured without any help. It’s no wonder that the Mexicans are disdainful of everyone’s behavior. It is really rotten from the head to the root due to hundreds of years of hereditary enjoyment.
Shulot stood at the top of the tower, carefully holding his grandfather's coffin and placing it in front of the most sacred altar.
The ancient altar has mottled stones and has been inherited for more than 600 years from the Toltec era. It is the foundation of Nahua faith. Today, the most noble sacrifice will be held at this sacred altar, using the last Toltec descendant to honor an old man who died with a smile.
The sun is blazing, the clouds are half-covered, the sky is a changing spectacle, and the earth is decaying and withered. The king took off the helmet that covered his face, revealing his face as cold as ice and his eyes that were still blood red. He slowly opened the large coffin and silently stared at his sleeping grandfather. Then, holding the obsidian sacrificial dagger, he walked up to the chief priest of Cholula, the old fox Petel.
"Xu...Lot! I didn't kill your grandfather! Shuter, it was suicide..."
Petel's hair was hanging down, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding. He looked at the oncoming king, filled with grief and anger, and roared 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 burst into tears.
"Peter, at this point, 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 take a look, are you dead or not!..."
Toltec pulled out his copper ax, turned its back without a sharp edge, and was about to swing it out. However, Shulot stretched out his hand to stop and just silently followed behind the leader of the priests.
The old priest leader held on to the 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 a sad smile at the corner of his mouth and a cry of grief and indignation.
"Shuter...you are so cruel!..."
"Peter, do you have anything else to say before the sacrifice?"
Shulot was expressionless, standing next to Peter, following the custom of sacrifice, waiting for the last words.
"I..."
When death was imminent, 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.
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"I want to live, I want to live for another ten years!..."
Shulot shook his head lightly. He waved vigorously, and five imperial guards strode forward. They seized the chief priest by his limbs and head, and pressed him against the sacrificial stone of the altar. Then, the king opened the old fox's clothes, found the position of his heart, and raised the dagger ruthlessly and calmly.
"Wait, wait a minute!"
The old fox Petel 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 is so firm and his hatred is so deep that not even the King of the North can 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, held an old and beating piece of life, and threw it fiercely into the fire.
"Haha! Hahaha!"
The burnt smell, accompanied by the smell of blood, hit your nose and made you feel trance-like. 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 guardsmen bowed their heads in salute, dragged the dead priest leader to the high priest's coffin, and placed him in a kneeling position. The fresh red color spreads immediately, soaking the coffin in black, like a blood sacrifice. Then, they walked towards the despairing and wailing priests and elders, and dragged one over again, like a turkey waiting to be slaughtered.
"ah!..."
The dying screams were 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 one!..."
The king's laughter is 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, dropping the sacrificial dagger, ending his noble life, and enjoying the beauty of revenge!
"Come again! Next one! Haha!..."
One after another, the noble priests and elders were sent to the altar to meet their destined fate in the ancient sacred place! No matter whether they beg, be calm, curse, or roar, there is only one ending, and that is sacrificial death!
Shulot stopped asking questions, just laughed and performed the sacred sacrifice. Whenever the dagger fell, he would glance at the faces of the elders, watching the changing expressions freeze and become silent, 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 repented with his life. The black coffin has been stained with blood and turned into the deepest dark red...
"Haha! Haha! Come on, there are still three more to go!"
Shulot laughed freely, as if drinking the sweetest spring water. Soon, the old Yolowa knelt in front of the coffin, followed by the priest and elder Guio who was brought from prison. Finally, there is the War Elder Vizier. 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 has faded a lot, and his cold face has changed slightly. He looked calmly at Wezier, who was waiting for death with his eyes closed, and asked in a deep voice.
"Wezier, is there anything else you want to say?"
"..."
The Vizier opened his eyes and pursed his lips. He asked softly with the last hope.
"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, then calmly and ruthlessly shook his head. 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 quietly.
"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 last elder's body 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 places, surrounding the dark red coffin, like the gods' confession of their death!
"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 a 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, the body and coffin of the high priest, the sky shrouded in dark clouds, the earth covered in bright red, and the wonders that spanned thousands of years!
He stared at the scene of doomsday, his eyes gradually clearing up, showing a trace of sadness that couldn't be resolved. And his hands were finally stained red, just like his hard heart! In front of his deceased grandfather, he finally took the last step, cutting off the bond between youth and childhood, and becoming an increasingly cold but powerful king!
Under the cloudy sky, the high priest lay quietly in the coffin. He faced Shulot, with a gentle and gratified smile on his face. The bright red seeped into the coffin and dyed his robes, forming mysterious lines, which also seemed like last instructions.
"...Xulot, my child. My life has reached its end...and you must go on and be crowned king!..."
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