Remember [New] in a second! The noon sun rose into the sky, casting a blazing flame. The sky was half clear, half cloudy, like a fiery death. And in the inner city of Cholula, scorched black and bright red traces can be seen everywhere, there are corpses of the gods who have lost their lives, and noble feather crowns scattered with dust and mud.

Tens of thousands of Mexica warriors poured into the inner city, slaughtered overnight, and wiped out all resistance. Dressed in armor and helmet, under the protection of two hundred armored personal guards, he walked along the wide and dead streets of the inner city to the wonder of the standing Great Pyramid.

On the sky street, the bones of the descendants of the gods are trampled; in front of the temple, the dust and mud of burnt gold and silver. The king did not look aside, step by step, stepped on the bones and blood, passed through the gold, silver and ashes, and climbed to the nearly sixty-meter-high Great Pyramid of Cholula. And behind him, twenty jaguar warriors lowered their heads, carried a pair of newly-made wooden coffins, and carefully climbed to the top of the tower.

On top of the broad pyramid, flames are still burning. Most of the formerly beautiful sanctuaries have been burned down. And the majestic statues of the gods have also been fragmented. The stone pillars of the gazebo collapsed, the hanging gold, silver and precious stones fell to the ground, and the decorative feather curtains were burned to ashes. In the corner of the sanctuary, dozens of corpses of saintesses, 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 is clear in the wind, like an elegy for the soul. And the glaring blood seeped on the top of the tower, like a sketch of the dead. In the songs and paintings of death, there are the descendants of the gods of the Holy City, the captive sacrifices, and more than a dozen priests and elders respected by generations.

"Your Highness! I, the black wolf Toltek, captured the chief priest of Cholula City, Patel! It was he who murdered the high priest!"

Black wolf Toltek's eyes were red, like a killing dog, he swung his right fist hard and hit Petel hard in the face.

"Ah! Woo..."

The noble chief priest, with his tattered costume and crooked feather crown, was knocked to the ground with a single punch. He curled up in pain, whining in pain, like a fox caught by hounds. The corner of his mouth was bleeding, and several teeth had fallen out, begging for mercy vaguely and hoarsely.

"I am the noble...divine...priest chief!...I am the inherited Toltec nobleman...don't insult me!..."

"boom!"

Hearing this, the black wolf Toltek was furious and punched again, knocking out Petel's front teeth.

"Bah! Just because of you, you dare to be called Toltek, and dirty my name!..."

Petel'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 dignified demeanor was gone, and he was as embarrassed as a plucked turkey. The chief priest's eyes showed hatred, looking at the strong black wolf Toltek, his swollen old face twitched.

"You? Not a civilized Toltec, but a barbaric Chichimaker!...Ah!"

Toltek's eyes widened, and he punched him again. He shouted and cursed angrily, his voice was like thunder.

"Huh? You shameless old thief! You bunch of rotten old dogs! When I caught you, you were still full of ugliness, smoking magic smoke and singing on women!... Bah, you are the barbaric Qiqi Maker! No, you are not even as good as Chichimaker, you don't have the courage of a samurai, and you can only play poison and conspiracy behind your back!"

"Phew!...Gods of the Nava!..."

Hearing this, War Elder Weizier closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

Among all the priests and elders, he was the only one who wore leather armor, fought bravely at the top of the city, and was captured after exhaustion. And most of the other elders around him were disheveled, even naked, fighting bravely on the bed, and were captured without a fight. It's no wonder that the Mexica people are disdainful for everyone's behavior like this. It is true that hundreds of years of hereditary enjoyment have rotted from the head to the root.

Shulot stood on the top of the tower, carefully supporting his grandfather's coffin and placing it in front of the most sacred altar.

The mottled ancient altar stones have been inherited from the Toltec era and have been passed down for more than 600 years. They are the foundation of the Nahua belief. But today, this sacred altar will hold the most noble sacrifice, using the last Toltec descendant to commemorate an old man who died laughing.

The sun is fierce, the clouds are half-covered, the sky is a changing wonder, and the earth is the withering of decay. The king took off the helmet that covered his face, revealing a face as cold as a glacier, and eyes that were still blood red. He slowly opened the large coffin, silently watching his sleeping grandfather. Then, holding the sacrificial dagger of obsidian, he walked up to the old fox Petel, the chief priest of Cholula.

"Shu...lot! I didn't, kill your grandfather! Shuttle, it's suicide..."

Patel's head drooped, bleeding from the corner of his mouth. He looked at the oncoming king, and roared with grief and indignation.

"This is a conspiracy, no, a conspiracy! The conspiracy of the Mexica to let the high priest die here! You, you! How cruel!..."

"Suicide?... You said, grandfather abandoned me and committed suicide here?... Haha!"

Hearing this, Shulot stared at Petel coldly, 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 live?"

"..."

The old fox Petel was silent. After a while, he stood up with difficulty, stumbled, walked towards the sacred altar, and shouted unwillingly.

"No! Let me take a look, just take a look, are you dead or not!..."

Toltek pulled out the copper axe, turned Wufeng's back, and was about to swing it out. Shulot reached out his hand to stop, but silently followed behind the priest leader.

Holding the last sliver of luck, the old priest leader looked at the coffin in front of him. At a glance, he saw the familiar face with eyes closed and smiling inside the coffin. At this moment, thousands of emotions surged in his heart, and in the end it only turned into a miserable smile at the corner of his mouth, and a cry of grief and indignation.

"Sitter...you are so ruthless!..."

"Peter, do you have anything else to say before the sacrifice?"

Shulot stood beside Patel with a blank expression, waiting for the last words according to the sacrificial practice.

"I..."

On the verge of death, the old fox Petel looked around, tears streaming down his eyes. Unwilling and resentful, he raised his head, looked at the strange sky, and begged in a desperate whisper.

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"I want to live, I want to live another ten years!..."

Shulot shook his head lightly. He waved his hand vigorously, and the five imperial guards strode forward. They seized the chief priest by the limbs and head, and pressed him to the sacrificial stone of the altar. Then, the king lifted off the old fox's clothes, found the position of the heart, and raised the dagger ruthlessly and calmly.

"Wait, wait a minute!"

The old fox Petel's face was pale. He struggled feebly, but was firmly restrained by the warriors, screaming in vain.

"His Royal Highness Shulot! King Avet 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 strong, his hatred is so deep, not even the King of the North can stop him!

"Shh..."

The bright red gushed out instantly, and the warmth splashed out, even falling on the king's face and into his mouth. He lowered his eyes, feeling the fishy-sweet taste of revenge, and felt extremely happy in his heart! Afterwards, he raised his left hand, held an old and throbbing living thing, and threw it viciously into the fire.

"Haha! Hahaha!"

The burnt smell accompanied by the smell of blood came head-on, making one feel dazed for a while. The king stared at his bright red left hand and Patel's head that dropped suddenly, and laughed heartily.

"Haha! Come on, next!"

The imperial guards bowed their heads and saluted, dragged the dead chief priest to the high priest's coffin, and put him in a kneeling position. The fresh red immediately spread, soaking the black coffin, like a blood sacrifice. Then, they went to the priests and elders who were howling in despair, and dragged another one, like dragging a turkey to be slaughtered.

"ah!..."

The screams of the dying were frightening and sharp, like a copper needle piercing the throat, making the scalp numb. But soon, the sound was suddenly extinguished, only the lingering water flow and the lively crackling.

"Haha! Good! Next!..."

The king's laughter was shrill and joyful. The solid corundum drank blood, and became more and more crimson and bright; while the cold and hard glacier was watered with 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! Haha!..."

The noble priests and elders were sent to the altar to meet the doomed fate in the ancient sacred place! Whether they are begging, frank, cursing, or roaring, there is only one ending, and that is the death of the sacrifice!

Shulot stopped asking questions, just laughed and held a holy sacrifice. Every time he dropped the dagger, he would take a look at the faces of the elders, watching the changing expressions freeze and remain silent, and watching the verdict of death really come. He watched more and more corpses in front of the coffin, crawling beside his grandfather's body, hanging his head, and using his life to repent. And the black coffin has been soaked in blood, turning into the deepest dark red...

"Haha! Haha! Come on, there are still three!"

Xiulot laughed wantonly, as if drinking the sweetest spring water. Soon, the old Yolowa knelt in front of the coffin, followed by the elder priest Quao who was escorted from the prison. Finally, there is the War Elder Vizier. He fought hard and was captured, and the Mexica warriors admired his courage and let him live to the end.

Seeing the familiar old man, Xiulot paused for a moment. The redness in his eyes has receded a lot, and his cold face has also changed slightly. He indifferently stared at Weizier who would close his eyes and wait for death, and asked in a deep voice.

"Wizil, do you have anything else to say?"

"..."

Weizier opened his eyes and pursed his lips. With the last expectation, he asked softly.

"His Royal Highness Shulot, the twelve priest families in the city, thousands of descendants of nobles...can the blood continue?"

Shulot was silent for a while, then shook his head calmly and mercilessly. He opened his mouth lightly, but it was the final judgment.

"...When the **** of death comes, everything will fall into dead silence. The old ancient tree has completely decayed, and it is time to burn it up."

"...Why!"

Weizier's face was ashen, and he closed his eyes. Before the sacrificial dagger fell, he finally opened his mouth and prayed in a low voice.

"O gods of the Nahua high above the clouds! . . . oh..."

The sound of prayers stopped suddenly, just like the vitality of Cholula's descendants dissipated in the early summer wind. The body of the last elder was dragged to the coffin and knelt before the sleeping high priest. In front of the sanctuary of the gods, the twelve priests and elders finally returned to their positions~lightnovelpub.net~ Surrounding the dark red coffin, it was like the repentance of the fallen gods!

"Hahaha! Hahaha! Grandpa, have you seen it? I'm avenging you!"

Before Shulot came to the coffin, he stepped 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!

At this moment, behind him was the blazing sanctuary, tens of thousands of warriors bowing to the ground, and tens of thousands of fallen and stiff corpses. In front of his eyes 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 a spectacle spanning thousands of years!

As he watched the scene of the end, his eyes gradually cleared up, revealing an indelible sadness. And his hands were finally dyed red, just like his hard heart! In front of his deceased grandfather, he finally took the last step, breaking the shackles of youth and childhood, becoming a colder but stronger king!

Under the cloudy sky, the high priest lay quietly in the coffin. He faced Xiulot with a gentle and relieved smile on his face. The bright red seeped into the coffin and dyed his robes, forming mysterious lines, like the last order.

"...Sholot, my child. My life has come to an end...and you must go on and be crowned king!..."