Remember [New] in a second! The reliefs of skeletons are carved in the quaint hall, and the murals of death surround the two people in the corner.

Warrior Ji fell to the ground, bleeding and laughing hoarsely. The boy huddled tightly in her arms, looking ahead in fear. The samurai ran with long strides, holding a sharp bronze sword obliquely. Many large shield warriors spread out a path, and then followed closely.

"Berthard, save them!"

The king shouted, and the warrior commander slowed down, turned the blade of the bronze sword, and turned to the thick side.

"Hahaha! Mexica, leave eternal doubts!"

Warrior Ji smiled wildly, and with his intact right hand, drew out the long dagger at his waist. Then, she lowered her head and gently kissed the boy's forehead.

The boy raised his head, staring blankly at the most trusted person in his life in this temple full of death. He looked at the tears in Ji Wushi's eyes, and felt the soft kiss on his forehead.

"White Snake... sister?"

Hearing the boy's address, Ji Wushi had a never-before-seen smile on his face. She hugged the boy tenderly, and gently placed the long dagger in his hand on his neck.

"Little Water Snake, you can go with peace of mind, with the glory of the Water Snake family and the hatred that will never be forgotten! And your Warrior Ji will be with you~"

After finishing speaking, she gritted her teeth, clenched the long dagger in her hand, and slashed down suddenly.

"Ah!...uh..."

In an instant, the boy's eyes widened and he twitched in pain. Feeling the warmth and vitality leaving, he begged for the last whisper.

"White Snake...I'm in so much pain...uh!..."

"Little water snake, don't be afraid, I will accompany you right now!..."

As he said that, Warrior Ji raised his long dagger and pointed it at his heart without hesitation.

Bertard has come before the two. He stopped, lowered his copper sword, watched the scene of the warrior's death, and sighed softly.

"...Warrior Ji who is good at archery, do you have a poem about death that you want to pass on in the world?"

"Haha! Poetry? Spread?..."

With hatred in his heart, Warrior Ji took a deep look at the king and said the last prophecy.

"He will die... Even the **** of death who is in charge of death will close his eyes and die... But death is not his end... What awaits him is eternal loneliness!"

Hearing this, Shulot trembled all over, and his pupils shrank suddenly. He stretched out his hand suddenly and shouted sharply.

"stop!..."

"Pfft! Ugh!"

Warrior Ji suddenly exerted his strength. The sharp obsidian dagger pierced her heart fiercely, causing her to curl up in pain. Then, blood spurted from the chest, fell on the boy's body, and blended with the pool of blood on the ground. Then, she leaned limply and fell on the boy, hugging him until death.

Shulot stared at the bright red in front of his eyes, and slowly lowered his eyes. At this moment, thousands of memories flashed through his mind. The **** descendants of the Tlaxcalans, the warriors who died in battle, the militiamen who were killed, the captured women and children, the priests who were killed in front of them, the warrior Ji who committed suicide, and the fallen boy...

After a while, the king sighed faintly and uttered a question that no one could understand.

"Qin destroys Zhao, is that the case?..."

"Ah? Your Highness?"

Naxiu blinked her eyes, a daze appeared on her face.

"Order the warriors to search inside and outside the temple, looking for the corpse and relics of the death priest!"

"Follow the order! Then, how to deal with these two bones?"

"...It's near the temple, choose a place with beautiful scenery, and bury them together!...Don't erect a monument."

"Yes! Your Highness!"

Berthard saluted respectfully and immediately went to make arrangements.

In the main hall, it is still simple and desolate, and it has long been used to seeing death. After walking a few steps, Shulot came to the God of Death's black wolf statue.

In front of the statue is a bluestone altar, which seems to be in the style of the Toltec ancestors, and it is estimated to be at least hundreds of years old. On the altar, a black death skull was enshrined in a black pottery ritual vessel. The skull was almost completely weathered, with strange black and gray traces, and the wolf-shaped emblem of the **** of death engraved on it.

"Ah! Could this be?...the fetish in the Temple of Death in Tlaxcala, the head of the blood-tongued black wolf in mythology, the skull of the **** of death with divine power?!"

Berthard looked excited, staring at the long-distant skull in front of him, as if seeing the ancient theocracy.

"Mmm! ...whatever it was before."

Shulot stroked the strange skull, feeling the smooth jade-like touch, and announced calmly.

"As of today, it is the Death's Skull of the Tlaxcalans, and it is also the Death's Skull of the Mexica!"

Afterwards, the king thought for a while and gave the king's order.

"Bothard, when we return to the camp, we will hold a sacred sacrificial ceremony! Celebrate the gods and gods who have given me together! Let the captives and surrendered troops of Tlaxcala send representatives to participate in the sacred ceremony !"

"Obey! Your Highness is wise!"

The warrior bowed deeply, saluted the supreme king, and bowed his head to the ethereal divinity.

"Nasu..."

Shulot turned his head again and looked at the intelligence officer who was close to him.

"Take my experience of climbing the holy mountain, visiting the temple, and obtaining prophecies and fetishes.. Organize it well... Then, spread it among the Southern Route Army and the occupied towns!"

"Follow your will, Your Highness!"

Naxiu saluted, she was already prepared. The so-called arrangement is naturally like an epic and a myth, endowed with awe-inspiring divinity, and spread among all peoples. In fact, this is the most important purpose for the king to climb Yanfeng Mountain this time!

In this ignorant and barbaric era, in this world that worships gods, the ethereal divinity is an extremely powerful force!

If you want to conquer all tribes in the world, you must subdue the hearts of all tribes. And subduing the hearts of all ethnic groups is not something that can be achieved by pure force. It needs word-of-mouth legends, incredible fetishes, and shocking miracles. The ministries of the world have not been around for a long time, the concept of a country has not yet formed, and the cognition of a nation is far from cohesive. At this time, half of the hearts of the people in the world lie in customs and traditions, and half of them lie in gods and gods. And the blood feud between the various ministries can only be resolved by the supreme divinity!

"Well. That's it!"

Xiuluo nodded, gripped the black jade-like "Death Skull", then turned and left. When he returned to the camp, he would use the fetish in his hand to make a new scepter.

Soon, there were only bloodstains that gradually solidified ~lightnovelpub.net~ soaked in bright red murals in the hall, and the **** of death with a red tongue and a black wolf. A gust of cold wind blew, and the penetrating tooth bell rang faintly again, telling the stories that had happened in the wind of death~

Towering volcanoes and shining glaciers have remained unchanged for tens of thousands of years. Xiulot stood on the icy mountain, found a cold red crystal rock, and sat down cross-legged. This is the legacy of the volcanic eruption, and it also hides the power deep underground.

After a while, the warrior commander came in a hurry with regret on his face.

"Your Highness, the corpse of the death priest has been found."

Shulot nodded slightly, and followed the footsteps of the warrior commander to the pine forest near the temple.

The soft soil had been dug up, revealing a skinny, shriveled corpse and a skinny old skull. The owner of the corpse had only been dead for two days, but his appearance was already difficult to distinguish. Perhaps, his appearance is like this, that is, death.

"Phew!...the prophecy of the priest of the **** of death...Sholotel, the **** of death..."

Shulot watched in silence for a moment. An inexplicable sentence suddenly hit his heart, making him unforgettable for a long time.

"...Even if the guide is broken, please be... the king of the world!"