The vast Lake Texcoco shines with sparkling waves, reflecting the scorching sun in the sky and the towering Great Temple. The large temple with white stone and red roof is reflected in the flat lake, and it is already a red color. The steps of the temple were smeared with red from thousands of sacrifices, and were engraved with the last traces of the descendants of the gods. The nearby Texcoco Lake was also injected with bright red, turning into a faint blood lake. Blood Lake Red Temple is the country of red!
At the temple, the priests prayed, chanted, and waved sacrificial stone blades. In the stadium, the prisoners of war hit the ball desperately and received bursts of cheers. In the square, poets chanted loudly and recited their poems. In the community, musicians played bamboo flutes and beat lively drums. Beside the road, girls dance and sing, attracting admiring teenagers...
At this moment, human voices, music, songs, roars, chants, prayers... echoed together in the majestic lake capital, pleasing hundreds of thousands of people with the sacrifice of life, playing a festive song Movement! This is the annual New Year Festival, and it is also a rare victory festival!
People in the capital city in the lake are enjoying the rare joy in an unprecedented grand ceremony, while also mourning the passing of their elders. This kind of piety and sacrifice, blood and death, are the common aesthetics of the Mexica people. They have lasted for more than a hundred years, and I don’t know when they will change.
The victory ceremony has lasted for nine full days! And today is the last day. Avit was wearing royal robes and still sitting high on the throne. With sharp eyes, he glanced at the twelve priests and elders presiding over the sacrifices in front of the temple, as well as the nobles drinking and watching in the square, and the armored warriors on guard. With sharp eyes, he stared at the celebrating crowds, looked at the communities extending in all directions, and felt the tendency of the people in the capital.
After a while, Avitt lowered his eyes, feeling both satisfied and somewhat unsatisfied. He clenched the magic staff in his hand and muttered to himself at the highest point of the capital.
"In their hearts, I am a king who is good at fighting and a devout god-king, but I am not yet... not yet the immortal sun! Reputation and legend need time to accumulate, and more importantly... feats that are unforgettable!"
After pondering for a moment, Avitt's eyes sharpened, and a fire ignited in his chest. He waved his hand, summoned the accompanying personal guards, and whispered a few instructions.
But a moment later, several personal guards arrived under the throne carrying the king's gorgeous bronze cloth armor, bronze helmet, feather shield and battle ax. Then, another personal guard came to the high priest Ugel who was presiding over the ceremony and whispered a few words.
Astonishment flashed across the eyes of High Priest Ugel. He hesitated for a while and looked at the king on the throne. Avitt nodded affirmatively, with an expression that would not allow disobedience. Soon, the twelve priests and elders stopped offering sacrifices, stood in front of the big temple, and formed a large circle. The chief priest, Yao Ke, personally escorted the two most important sacrifices up the 60 to 70-meter-high pyramid to the front of the great temple.
The chanting of the priests stopped, and the sacrifices of the gods no longer rolled down. The changes in front of the big temple quickly attracted everyone's attention. Thousands of alliance nobles and warriors gathered under the pyramid of the Great Temple, looking up at the sacred heights, as if expecting something.
High Priest Ugel cleared his throat and raised the staff in his hand. He loudly announced to everyone in a hoarse voice.
"The Lord God is watching us! He longs for bravery and battle!... In order to please the Lord God, the devout King Avit will personally go down and engage in an endless sacrificial duel with the two most revered descendants of Tlaxcala! Our great God-King will personally demonstrate his bravery and sacrifice our most dangerous and powerful enemy!"
"What? The king himself goes off to participate in a dangerous sacrificial duel, or one vs. two?!"
Upon hearing this shocking news, the nobles in the capital were silent for a moment. Then, an unparalleled voice, with unprecedented expectations, shouted to the heights of the great temple.
"Ah! Sacrifice, duel! Sacrifice, duel!...The god of war protects the king, protects the brave god-king! Roar!"
The excited shouts, like thunder, quickly spread throughout the city. Soon, the entire city in the lake resounded with a heartfelt call.
"Sacrifice, duel! God bless the God King!..."
In the hearts of Mexicans, bravery and good fighting skills are the greatest virtues! The tribe is not far away from ancient times, the warlike wind is very strong, and the people's heart is proud of dying in battle... If Avitt's behavior was placed in the Celestial Dynasty at this time, I am afraid that the ministers would immediately remonstrate and try their best to stop it. At this moment, in the capital of Mexico, there is only one cry of expectation in the hearts of hundreds of thousands of people.
"Hurry! Hurry up!"
Avitt looked around the capital, looking at the crowds of people gathering, and nodded with satisfaction. Then, he stood up slowly, held up the topaz staff, and walked off the stage like a god of war amid the cheers of everyone. The guards immediately helped the king change his clothes, putting on a strong bronze cloth armor, a face-covering bronze helmet with eagle feathers, a strong three-color feather shield, and a sharp bronze short axe. Soon, Avitt transformed into an elite eagle warrior, standing at the center of the Twelve Priests.
Then, two of the "most dangerous and powerful" Tlaxcala gods also entered the small circle of duel. Oakot, the Lord of the Tree Snake City, had red eyes and was put on a cloth robe with a cloud snake painted on it. He was holding a bladeless battle stick with the sharp blade removed in his hand. Quehuiz, the Lord of the Feathered Serpent City, pursed his lips, was covered with a feathered serpent cloth robe, and was given a gorgeous short stick with feathers in his hand.
Well, no doubt about it. The two sides fighting were the King of Mexica, who had bronze armor and axes, and the Lords of Tlaxcala, who had cloth robes and wooden sticks. In the presence of the Lord God, this is fair and Mexica. What? You said that wooden sticks cannot break bronze armor and cloth robes cannot withstand bronze axes? No, that's because you are not strong enough or brave enough.
"Witness the Lord God! The king who is the incarnation of the Sun God is about to fight against the God of Hunting and the incarnation of the Quetzalcoatl evil god for his people! The bright sun will definitely destroy the darkness and kill the Cloud Serpent and the Quetzalcoatl!"
The high priest Ugel announced loudly, and the twelve priests and hundreds of priests immediately repeated it. Soon, the roaring sound came from the great temple and resounded throughout the capital city in the lake.
"Light versus darkness, Lord God versus Evil God. The sacred duel begins now!"
"Ha ha!"
Avitt is wearing bronze armor and laughing boldly. He looked at the two most noble people among the Tlaxcala gods, bowed slightly, followed the ancient ritual, and said with a smile.
"Ocott, Quhuiz, you are my beloved sons!"
"..."
The Lord of Tree Snake City, Ocott, didn't say a word, but stared at the Mexica king with red eyes. Ten days ago, his two sons were the first two divine descendants to be sacrificed. During these ten days, the hatred of his country and his family had been deeply rooted in his heart, and he would never forget it until his death.
Quehuiz, Lord of the Feathered Serpent City, was silent for a while, but still followed the ancient tradition and answered in a low voice.
"Avit, you are my beloved father!... Even with a stick, I will kill you!"
"Okay! Come on then!"
Avit laughed loudly and raised the big shield in his left hand. Oakot, the Lord of the Tree Snake City, did not hesitate, strode forward, and struck Avitt's neck with a sharp swing.
"boom!"
Avitt raised his left hand, raised his big shield, and the wooden stick was blocked. On the other side, Quehuiz, the Lord of the Feathered Serpent City, also rushed forward and hit Avitt in the armored lower abdomen with a swift stick.
"boom!"
Avitt was wearing heavy armor and had difficulty moving, so he received a solid blow. The surrounding guards widened their eyes nervously, gripped their battle axes, and were ready to charge at any moment. The king's lips curled up, and he shook his head with a smile. Then, he faced the Great Temple and made an expression of hurt and pain.
"Ah?! The heroic king was injured by evil!"
Under the great temple, hundreds of thousands of eyes were looking intently at him. Soon, the king's battle with evil became more and more intense. He used a large shield to cover himself from time to time, blocked with a copper axe, changed the position of his feet, and withstood the torrential attacks from the opposite side. The pain and perseverance of being wounded in battle also appeared on his face.
"Ah! Wow!...Ah!"
"Ah this, this!"
"O Lord God! Please protect the God King!"
The situation gradually tilted, and the king struggled to hold on. Under the attack of two evil gods, he was unable to fight back. The hearts of everyone watching the battle were shaken, and they shouted randomly in fear. And after a while, the chaotic shouts turned into prayers and calls for blessings under intentional guidance!
"Lord God bless you! God bless my king!..."
As if he heard everyone's prayers, Avitt's expression became more determined.
The Lord of the Tree Snake City, Ocott, rushed at him like a mad dog and beat him indiscriminately, causing the king's armor to rattle. However, he had been starved for several days and lacked strength in his hands. After barely fighting for half an hour, he staggered and became a little unsteady on his feet.
Seeing the exhausted enemy, Avitt raised his eyebrows. It's time for this exciting duel to reach its climax. He suddenly took a step forward, raised his foot, and kicked Okote hard in the abdomen.
"Well!"
Okote received a heavy blow, his knees suddenly weakened, and he knelt down weakly. Seeing the reversal of the situation, thundering cheers suddenly sounded from under the temple, accompanied by fanatical prayers.
"Praise the Lord God! Praise the King!..."
Avitt smiled slightly and turned around. He ignored the kneeling Okote and faced the Great Pyramid, waving the three-color feather shield gorgeously. The cheers were loud and ringing. On the other side, Quehuiz, the Lord of the Feathered Serpent City, looked sad and angry, also waving a gorgeous feather stick and fighting with the king.
The bright feathers fly like the incarnation of gods. Avitt stayed close to him for a moment, then took a step back suddenly. Then, he let out a loud shout, finally raised the copper ax in his right hand, and slashed forward with a wide opening and closing movement.
"The Lord God bless you! Kill the evil!"
"Hey! Hey!"
The sharp copper ax can easily cut through the feathered serpent's robe. Then, without stopping, the sharp ax blade slashed through Quehuiz's body, pulling out a half-meter-long wound and splattering a large amount of blood!
"Ah! God of hunting, I hate..."
The Lord of Feathered Serpent City suddenly paused and shouted with difficulty. Then, under the gaze of hundreds of thousands of people, he fell weakly.
"Ho! Roar! Kill the evil, the brave God King!"
"Ha ha!"
Avitt was sweating profusely, his face was stained with blood, and he laughed heartily. He stepped forward, grabbed Quhuiz by his hair, and dragged him to the sacrifice stone. Then, he put away the copper axe, took out the obsidian dagger from his waist, and inserted it into Quehuiz's chest and abdomen!
"Sacrifice! Sacrifice!"
Fanatic shouts came from all directions. Under countless gazes, Avitt raised his red left hand and threw a beating piece of life into the burning holy fire! Soon, the shouts below turned into hysterical cheers and howls.
"Ho! Ho! God bless my king!"
"Ha ha!"
Avitt looked around and laughed. However, at this moment, a kneeling and crawling body suddenly pounced from behind him.
"Um?"
In an instant, Avitt's waist and abdomen tightened, and he was hugged tightly from behind. Then, the man stretched out his hand desperately, grabbed the copper ax from the king's waist, and pulled it out.
"ha?!"
Avitt raised his brows, a hint of surprise flashed across his face. When the warriors at the rear saw this, they all rushed towards the king.
"Everyone, stand down! Get out!"
Avitt shouted sharply, looking like a tiger. Then, he stretched out his left hand and held down the arm behind him. He raised the dagger in his right hand fiercely, turned in an arc, and inserted it into his side! That's where the brass ax is.
"Pfft!..."
The sound of the dagger entering flesh was heard instantly. Then, another merciless stir.
"Uh! Ah!..."
Severe pain came, and Okote howled in pain. In an instant, a bloody hole appeared in his palm. He instantly lost strength and could no longer hold the newly grabbed weapon.
"when!"
The copper ax landed on the bluestone ground and made a crisp sound. Avitt's eyes were sharp, he pulled Okote's hair with his left hand, and picked up the copper ax on the ground with his right hand. Then, under the gaze of hundreds of thousands of people, he pressed the respected Lord of Tree Snake City, the titular King of Tlaxcala, on the sacrifice stone.
"God of hunting! Please let me go..."
Okote moaned feebly, exposing his fragile neck, just like a cloud snake exposing seven inches.
"The Lord God bless you! Kill the evil cloud snake!"
Avitt roared sharply. Then, he suddenly raised the copper ax, pointed it at Yun She's seven inches, and brought the ax down.
"Wow!"
The bright red color of the big hood splashed all over the king's head and face. Avitt stretched out his left arm and wiped his blood-red eyes with his gorgeous battle uniform. Then, he threw away the copper axe, raised his right hand high, held Ocott's head with eyes open, looked at the hundreds of thousands of people in the capital, and roared boldly!
"Roar! The Lord God protects me and kills the evil in all directions!... From today on, I am you, the new immortal sun!"
Seeing the king's blood-stained announcement and looking at this shocking scene, everyone in the big temple instantly became speechless. A moment later, hysterical cheers came out from the mouths of hundreds of thousands of people without any guidance!
"God King! God King! The Lord God protects the Mexica people and rises the immortal sun!...Immortal God King!!"
"Hahaha!"
Avitt looked up at the sun in the sky and laughed heartily, not caring about any looks. The twelve priests and elders looked at each other, their expressions changed, and then they lowered their heads one after another. The nobles and warriors roared excitedly, all of them with blood boiling. At this moment, they all saw a new sun rising from the top of the great temple.
"Haha! So happy!"
Avitt is extremely happy. He laughed wildly for a while, then looked at the prostrate crowd, and casually threw Okote's bloody head towards the Great Temple. Then, with a stern look on his face, he looked at the twelve priests and elders, as if they were gods from above, and gave orders directly.
"Ugel, the great sacrifice is not over yet! Continue to sacrifice the descendants of the gods to please the gods and all people!"
"In obedience to you...immortal god-king."
"Very good! Come on, call the Mixtec envoy!"
At this point, Avitt turned around with blood all over his body. He just put on heavy armor, carried a large shield and a bronze ax, and sat back on the throne. There was no concealed murderous intention in his words.
"I'm right here, waiting for his audience!"
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