The long-lost sunshine fell from the open ceiling, shining on the statue of the God of Hunting, shining with divine golden light. In the temple at the top of the pyramid, there are still traces of fire and blood, but the bodies of the priests and temple guards are missing.
At this moment, the flag of the main god is flying in the temple, and hundreds of royal warriors are guarding the pyramid. And when the Mexica king's flag of the "Evil Spirit Commander" slowly approached, they all lowered their heads, knelt down on one knee, and saluted the king who was ascending the pyramid.
"Lord God bless you! Praise the Most High King!"
"Um."
Avitt nodded slightly, his expression unchanged. He kept walking, striding into the most revered temple hall in Tree Snake City with the attitude of a conqueror. Then, there was a low-pitched order from the Mexican warrior.
"Everyone kneel down! Kneel down and pay homage to the Supreme King!"
Mo Qihui was wearing armor and holding an axe, roaring in a low voice. In the past three days, it was he who led hundreds of royal warriors to guard the tree snake gods and hereditary nobles who were constantly being escorted near the pyramid. These captives have noble status and respected blood. They are the most important sacrifices in the victory ceremony and must not be lost.
"You! Why don't you kneel down?!"
Mo Qihui looked around the hall and saw the only standing figure, and his eyes suddenly froze. He stepped forward quickly, raised his foot, and gave a precise kick.
"Well!"
Tree Snake City Lord Okote's expression suddenly changed and he cried out in pain. He received a heavy blow on the crook of his leg and immediately lost his balance. With a "pop", he fell to his knees.
"How dare you... Ugh!"
Before the Tree Snake City Lord finished his scolding, he received another heavy blow on his shoulder. His whole body was in severe pain, and he fell directly to the ground. He was forced to bow to the approaching king and bow to the ground.
"The Lord God bless you! Your Majesty, your loyal warrior, the military nobleman of the capital in the lake, the senior warrior Mo Qihui greets you!"
Mochihui knelt down on one knee, pressed on Okote, and saluted respectfully to the king. While saluting, he used his knees to firmly suppress the Tree Snake City Lord's back, preventing him from moving.
"Yes! Yes, my loyal warrior!"
Seeing this scene, Avitt's face showed a satisfied smile. This is the kind of warrior he likes. He can be respectful and loyal, despise the old dignity, and have no other distracting thoughts in his heart except loyalty to the king. Even when facing any lofty descendants of gods, any traditional nobles, or any foreign demons, they will be merciless and trample them all under their feet!
"Mo Qihui, I remember that you are the fallen vanguard general, a hereditary noble of the alliance, and the younger brother of the Eagle Warrior Mo Selloki?"
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
Mo Qihui raised his head when he heard his brother's name. He looked at the supreme king in his heart with a somewhat excited expression.
"Witness the Lord God! My brother died fighting for you at the top of Tree Snake City! And I will also die for you!"
"good very good!"
Hearing this, Avitt looked solemn. He looked at Mo Qihui's sincere expression and nodded slowly.
"The Lord God bless you! Your brother will enjoy eternal peace in the red kingdom. And you, my warrior, will inherit his glory and fight for me!"
"God bless you! Your Majesty, I am willing to fight for you until death!"
Mo Qihui lowered his head deeply, pressed down on the distinguished Lord of Tree Snake City, and paid homage meticulously.
Avitt smiled. Such a young, loyal, and fearless little noble warrior was the target of his promotion.
"Mo Qihui, I remember that you broke into the city with the Death Dog and captured two Tlaxcala princes?"
"Yes, Your Majesty! Two divine captives, dedicated to the supreme god and you!"
Hearing these two words, the lying Tree Snake City Lord Okote was startled, and his expression suddenly changed. Regardless of the pain all over his body, he struggled suddenly.
"Woo! Woo! What did you just say, two captured divine princes? Ugh!..."
Mo Qihui's expression turned cold and showed no mercy. He stretched out his left palm and hit Okote sharply on the side of his neck. The opponent's vision immediately went black, his brain lacked blood supply, and he was speechless for a moment.
"Ha ha!"
Avitt was amusing and laughed heartily. Then, he shook his head slightly and stretched out his hand to stop.
"That's all, my warrior! After all, this is the Lord of the Tree Snake City of the Tlaxcala people, the leader of the four most respected leaders... Let him stand and speak!"
"I obey you, Your Majesty!"
Mo Qihui nodded in agreement, then stretched out his hand and forcibly dragged the dizzy Okote up from the ground. Then, he took out the sisal rope and skillfully tied the hands of the Tree Snake City Lord to eliminate any possible threat.
Avit stretched out the staff and used the hard gem tip to lift Okote's chin. He looked at the other party's white teeth carefully and smiled lightly.
"Are you the Lord of Tree Snake City, Ocott?"
"..."
Ocott raised his head and looked at the King of Mexica who was so close. He clenched his hands into fists, gritted his teeth, his eyes were like knives, but he remained silent.
"Um?"
Avitt frowned slightly, looking worried. Mo Chihui immediately swung his fist and hit Okote's fragile and sensitive side hard.
"ah!"
Okote exhaled in pain, and his forehead instantly became painful and sweating. His face turned purple for a while, and after a while, he barely straightened his back, trying to maintain the last bit of dignity.
"No...that's right! I am the leader of the Tlaxcalans, the glorious tree serpent god, the lord of Ocotruco, the elder Ocote!...The leader of the Mexica people, you If you collude with the volcano monsters underground and launch a blasphemous war, you will surely suffer the divine punishment of extinction! Ugh!..."
Mo Qihui's expression turned cold, and he struck another sharp blow to his waist. Okote was hit hard and fell to his knees with a bang. His whole body twitched for a while before he managed to recover.
"You, you! Barbaric Mexicans!..."
"Ah!"
Avitt smiled faintly, his expression unchanged, and he stared at the descendant of the tree snake kneeling in front of him. He was not angry at the other party's offense, because this was an old enemy who failed in the war and was also a sacrifice destined to be sacrificed.
"Go and bring up the two captured Tlaxcala princes and let them take a good look!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
The two guards bowed their heads and saluted, then quickly left. After a while, they escorted the two young gods who were crying and came to the desperate Okot.
"Ugh...Father!"
"Ah! My son... Omochi, Tohno!"
Okote was stunned for a moment. He looked at his two crying sons and couldn't stop tears from flowing from his eyes.
"God of Hunting! Why did you abandon us and cut off the bloodline of the tree snake god?"
In the sacred temple, under the gaze of the King of Mexica, the respected father and son faced each other and cried, full of the sorrow and despair of the fallen royal family. After crying for a moment, Okote suddenly thought of something. He asked with a trembling voice, a little scared and a little expectant.
"Where's your...sister?"
"Father!..."
The elder Prince Omochi quickly shook his head and signaled Okot not to ask. Okote suddenly woke up and immediately shut his mouth without saying a word. However, this is obviously too late.
"Huh? There's another fish that slipped through the net?"
Avitt raised his eyebrows. He looked at the commander of the Death Dog Army behind him and shouted in a deep voice.
"Death Dog, is there Ocott's daughter among the captured gods?"
"...Uh, Your Majesty."
Chi Chi Mickey, the dead dog, thought for a while and shook his head affirmatively.
"The captured gods are all being held near the pyramid. There are several Tlaxcala princesses among them, but there is no daughter of Ocott."
Hearing this, Okote's expression changed, his face beamed with joy, and he prayed devoutly in his heart.
"Um..."
Avitt's expression turned cold, he pondered for a moment, and then issued the royal order.
"King's order, search the whole city again! Count the captured Trakala prisoners, don't let any god descendants escape!"
"...Your Majesty! If she is a young princess, she may be in the camp of the city-state legion."
Mo Qihui was very loyal. After thinking for a moment, he loudly replied in front of the generals.
"The military discipline of the city-state army is loose. Many city-state nobles will kidnap beautiful ladies and hide them in their camps! I am willing to lead warriors for you to search every camp in the city-state!"
Hearing this, the city-state nobles present looked at each other, and their expressions were a little ugly. Xochikalo pursed his lips, dissatisfied, but did not explain.
"oh?"
Hearing this, Avitt's heart moved. With a sharp look in his eyes, he was about to give an order.
"Ahem! Your Majesty!"
The chief intelligence officer in the shadow stepped forward and saluted solemnly. With a smile on his face, he looked at everyone present and spoke cautiously and gently.
"In the past few months, the legions of various city-states have obeyed the king's orders, fought with all their strength, and made great achievements in the siege! And the legion commanders have also tried their best to serve the supreme king!..."
After hearing the words of the chief intelligence officer, the expressions of the city-state nobles softened. The dead dog Chi Chi Mickey stretched out his foot and quietly kicked Mo Chi Hui who was kneeling. The young royal warrior knew he had made a mistake. Although he had no regrets in his heart, he did not speak again.
"Your Majesty, she is just a noble lady. She may have died somewhere in the city long ago, with no bones left... There is no need to make a big fanfare. You can ask the commanders of each army to conduct self-examination. As long as the time is limited, the captured divine descendants will be handed over. Can."
"Um..."
Avitt was silent. In the past few months, the driving and consumption of the city-state legions has probably reached the limit of each department, and it is not easy to stimulate it further. He thought for a moment, finally opened his mind and nodded.
"Yes! Gillim, just do as you say!"
Afterwards, Avitt strode away, no longer paying attention to Okote, whose expression changed and he was uneasy. Now that he has defeated his opponent and enjoyed the thrill of conquest, he will not leave any more attention. The king's gaze must always look forward and upward.
High in front is the human statue of the God of Hunting, made of gold and more than two meters high. He holds a silver bow and looks to the east, standing on the highest point of Tree Snake City in a hunting posture. Surrounding the statue are bright and majestic murals of cloud snakes and chaotically stacked inheritance plates. As for the small pieces of jade, gems, gold and silver ornaments in the temple, they had long been carefully looted by the royal warriors stationed there.
"Call the army craftsmen and give them ten days! Melt the statue of the God of Hunting and cast the sculpture of the Lord God!"
King Avit's eyes were like daggers. He looked at the golden statue and then gave the order coldly. The alliance conquered various states, and the most important places were the gods and temples. The former must be sacrificed to the God of War, while the latter must be destroyed and rebuilt to worship the supreme god!
"Call the painters again, eradicate the murals of the old gods, and redraw the legend of the main god! Erase the main god of the God of Hunting. From now on, all Tlaxcalans must regard the God of War as their main god!"
In the ancient Cloud Serpent Temple, Avit looked solemn and his voice was loud, announcing the conquest of the main god. This is also the conquest of the Mexican Union, from the destruction of the body to the unification of the soul.
"As for these inherited boards, let the war priests collect them and transport them all back to the capital city in the lake and store them in the magnificent temple!"
"I obey your will, Your Majesty!"
"Very good! The supreme god protects the great alliance!"
The sun fell from the zenith, falling not only on the face of the God of Hunting, but also on Avitt's gorgeous armor, casting a golden halo. After a moment, he turned around, facing away from the gaze of the gods, facing the prostrate people, slowly raised the staff, and let out a deafening shout.
"The Lord God has issued a will! He conquered the God of Hunting, and his throne was raised high again!...The light of the sun enveloped the Tlaxcala Basin, and the Tlaxcala Four-State Alliance perished today!... From today on, all tribes in Tlaxcala will convert to the main god and submit to the Mexica people! The tribes that do not want to convert will only end up in destruction!"
As the Mexica's sworn enemy for decades, the Tlaxcalans did not receive preferential treatment from the Prepecha. The strength of the alliance is not what it used to be, and it will not make power compromises for the hundreds of thousands of remaining Tlaxcalans.
In the king's plan, the fate of most Tlaxcala tribes was to serve as vassals, serfs, or even slaves, sacrificing their young women every year to provide men for war. They will accept the assimilation of the Mexicans as a lower level, and slowly integrate into the alliance in one or two generations.
"...Under the majestic sight of the Lord God, the glorious Eastern March was victorious! All warriors who participated in the God's War, regardless of origin, will be blessed by the Lord God and rewarded by the alliance!... God Bless the Alliance, we are destined to rule The whole world!"
The king's voice echoed in the temples of the Tlaxcalans like thunder.
There was silence in the temple hall for a moment, followed by the fanatical shouts and hysterical roars of the Mexica warriors.
"The Divine Blessing Alliance, rule the world! The Divine Blessing King, ascend to the highest place! Roar, roar!..."
Amid the passionate cheers of the Mexica people, Ocott raised his head with difficulty and looked at the statue of the God of Hunting. The golden light on the statue was so dazzling that it made him burst into tears and hurt his heart.
"Supreme Cloud Snake! I saw your towering corpse on the Snake Mountain of the God of War... And the cruel God of War is sitting high on the throne, chewing your bones and flesh, drinking your blood!... The Hunting God, and his descendants, will die on the pyramid and never come back..."
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