The midday sun rose into the sky and cast a fiery flame. The sky was half clear and half cloudy, like death burning with fire. And in the inner city of Cholula, scorched black and bright red traces can be seen everywhere, and everywhere there are the corpses of the gods who have lost their lives, and the noble feather crests scattered with dust and mud.

Tens of thousands of Mexica warriors poured into the inner city, slaughtering all night, clearing all resistance. Shulot, wearing armor and helmet, and under the protection of two hundred armored guards, walked along the wide and deadly streets of the inner city to the spectacle of the Great Pyramid that stood.

On the streets of heaven, step on the bones of the gods; before the temple, burn the dust and mud of gold and silver. The king did not look away, step by step, stepping on bones and blood, through gold, silver and ashes, to the nearly 60-meter-high Cholula Great Pyramid. Behind him, twenty jaguar warriors bowed their heads, carried a newly-made wooden coffin, and carefully climbed to the top of the tower.

On the top of the broad pyramid, flames are still burning. Most of the splendid sanctuaries in the past have been burned down. And the majestic statues of the gods have also been fragmented. The stone pillars of the pavilion slanted and collapsed, the hanging gold, silver and precious stones fell to the ground, and the decorative feather cloth curtains burned to ashes. In the corner of the sanctuary, dozens of corpses of saintess, with traces of the elders' abuse, were piled aside and were 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 dazzling blood seeped on the top of the tower, like a sketch of the dead. In the songs and paintings of death, there are the gods of the holy city, the sacrifices of the captives, and more than a dozen priests and elders who have been respected for generations.

"His Royal Highness! I, the black wolf Toltek, captured the chief priest of Cholula City, Petel! It was him who murdered the high priest!"

The black wolf Toltek, with red eyes, like a slaughtering dog, threw his right fist hard and hit Petel hard in the face.

"Ah! Woo..."

The honorable leader of the priests, with tattered robes and crooked feathers, was knocked to the ground with a punch. He curled up in pain, whimpering in pain, like a fox caught by a hound. The corners of his mouth bleed, and several teeth fell, and he begged for mercy vaguely and hoarsely.

"I am a noble...divine...priest leader!...I am a Toltec noble of the inheritance...don't humiliate me!..."

"boom!"

Hearing this, the black wolf Toltek was furious and punched Peter's front teeth with another punch.

"Bah! It's just you who dare to call me Toltec and sully my name!"

Petel's crest fell to the ground, revealing gray and messy hair. His nose and mouth were crooked, his face was bloody, and his usual noble manners were all gone. He was as embarrassed as a turkey plucked. The chief priest's eyes were filled with resentment, looking at the strong black wolf Toltek, his swollen old face twitched.

"You? Not the civilized Toltec, but the savage Chichimek!...Ah!"

Toltec widened his eyes and punched again. He yelled angrily, his voice like thunder.

"Huh? You shameless old thief! You rotten old dogs! When I caught you, you were still full of ugliness, smoking the smoke of God and singing on women!...Bah, you are the savage Qiqi. Meck! No, you are not even as good as Chichi Meck, without the courage of a samurai, you will only play poison and conspiracy behind your back!"

"Hoo!...Navas!..."

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

Of all the priests and elders, he was the only one who wore leather armor and fought bravely at the top of the city, and was captured after exhaustion. And most of the other elders around him were disheveled, and they didn't even have an inch of thread. They fought bravely on the bed and were captured. It's no wonder that the Mexicas are disdainful for everyone's performance. It is a hereditary enjoyment for hundreds of years, and it has rotted from the beginning to the root.

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

The ancient altar is mottled with stones, inherited from the Toltec era and passed down for more than 600 years, and is the foundation of the Nava faith. Today, this sacred altar will hold the most noble sacrifice, using the last Toltec gods to pay homage to an old man who died with a smile.

The sun is fierce, the clouds are half-caged, the sky is a wonder of change, and the earth is withering and dying. The king removed his mask, revealing a glacier-like face and still blood-red eyes. He slowly opened the wide coffin and silently watched his sleeping grandfather. Then, holding the obsidian sacrificial dagger, he walked to the chief priest of Cholula, the old fox Petel.

"Shu... Lot! I didn't, kill your grandfather! Huu Te, suicide..."

Petel hung his head down, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding. He looked at the oncoming king, full of grief and anger, and tried his best to roar.

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

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

Hearing this, Shiloh stared at Peter coldly, the corners of his mouth gradually raised. Then he laughed loudly and bleakly, and even burst into tears.

"Petel, at this time, do you still want to live?"

"..."

The old fox Peter 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!..."

Toltec pulled out the copper axe, turned the back of Wufeng, and was about to swing it. But Shirot reached out his hand to stop, but silently followed behind the priest leader.

Holding the last bit of luck, the old priest chief 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, 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.

"Shuttle...you are so ruthless!..."

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

With an expressionless face, Sherlot stood beside Petel, waiting for the last words in accordance with the practice of sacrifice.

"I..."

When death was imminent, the old fox Petel looked around, tears welling up in his eyes. Unwilling and resentful, he raised his head, looked at the strange sky, and whispered in despair.

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

Shirot shook his head lightly. He waved his hand vigorously, and the five Imperial Guard warriors 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 the old fox's clothes, pinpointed the position of his heart, and raised the dagger ruthlessly and calmly.

"Wait, wait a minute!"

The old fox Petel was pale. He struggled weakly, but was firmly restrained by the warriors, shouting in vain.

"His Royal Highness! King Avet promised me! He promised to save my life!...Ah! Ahh..."

Shirot narrowed his eyes and dropped the dagger fiercely. At this moment, his determination is so firm, his hatred is so deep, even the king of the north cannot stop him!

"Bah..."

The bright red spurted out in an instant, and the warmth splashed out, and even landed on the king's face and fell into his mouth. He lowered his eyes, feeling the sweet taste of revenge, and his heart was extremely happy! Then, he raised his left hand, held an old and beating fresh, and threw it into the fire fiercely.

"Haha! Hahaha!"

The scorched smell, accompanied by the **** smell, hit the nostrils, making people trance for a while. The king stared at his bright red left hand, at the sudden drop of Petel's head, and laughed out loud.

"Haha! Come on, next!"

The janitors bowed their heads and saluted, dragging the dead chief priest to the coffin of the high priest and posing on their knees. The fresh red spread immediately, dipping the black coffin like a sacrifice of blood. Afterwards, they walked to the despairing and wailing priests and elders, and dragged another one, like a turkey to be slaughtered.

"what!..."

The scream of dying was terrifying and sharp, like a copper needle piercing the throat, making the scalp tingle. But soon, the sound suddenly died out, leaving only the mooring water flow and the crackling of fresh burning.

"Haha! Good! Next!..."

The king's laughter was piercing and joyous. The sturdy corundum is full of blood, becoming more and more crimson and bright; while the cold and hard glaciers are watered and alive, and finally slowly melt. With red eyes, he kept waving his arms, dropped the sacrificial dagger, ended his noble life, and indulged in the beauty of revenge!

"Come again! Next! Haha!..."

A lofty priest and elder were sent to the altar to meet their destined destiny in the ancient sacred place! Whether they begged, calmed down, cursed, or roared, there was only one outcome, and that was the death of sacrifice!

Shulot stopped asking questions, just laughed and held a sacred sacrifice. Whenever the dagger fell, he would glance at the faces of the elders, watch the changing expressions solidify and become silent, and watch the sentence of death really come. He watched more and more corpses in front of the coffin, prostrate beside his grandfather's body, lowered his head, and used his life to repent. And the black coffin has been stained with blood and turned into the deepest dark red...

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

Sherlot laughed wildly, like drinking the sweetest spring water. Soon, the old Yolowa knelt in front of the coffin, and then came the elder priest, Quiao, who was brought from prison. Finally, there is Wizier the Elder of War. He fought hard and was captured, and the Mexica warriors admired his courage and kept him alive to the end.

Seeing the familiar old man, Shirlot paused for a while. The red in his eyes has receded a lot, and his cold face has changed slightly. He stared lightly at Wizier, who would close his eyes and wait to die, and asked in a deep voice.

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

"..."

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

"His Royal Highness, the twelve priests' families in the city, the descendants of thousands of nobles... Can there be a continuation of the bloodline?"

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

"...when death comes, everything will be dead. The old old tree is completely rotten, it's time to burn it up."

"...Hey!"

Wizier's face was ashen, and he closed his eyes. Before the sacrificial dagger fell, he finally opened his mouth ~lightnovelpub.net~ in a low prayer.

"O Navarre gods above the clouds!...Ah..."

The prayers stopped abruptly, just as the vitality of the Cholula gods was dissipated in the early summer wind. The last body of the 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 places, surrounding the dark red coffin, like the repentance of the fallen gods!

"Hahaha! Hahaha! Grandfather, did you see it? I avenge you!"

Before Shilot came to the coffin, he walked on the bright red road and laughed loudly! His laughter was like a wanton thunder, spreading up and down the Great Pyramid, into the Nine Clouds, with awe-inspiring killing!

At this moment, behind him was the burning sanctuary, tens of thousands of samurai samurai, and tens of thousands of corpses that lay down and stiff. In front of his eyes are the bones and blood of the elders, the remains and coffin of the high priest, the sky shrouded in dark clouds, the earth covered in bright red, and the wonders spanning thousands of years!

He stared at the scene of the apocalypse, and his eyes gradually became clearer, showing a touch of inescapable 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, severing the bond between youth and childhood, and became an even colder, but more powerful king!

Under the cloudy sky, the high priest lay quietly in the coffin. He faced Sherlot with a gentle and reassuring smile on his face. The bright red infiltrated into the coffin, dipping into his robes, forming mysterious lines, and it was like a final warning.

"...Shirot, my child. My life has come to an end...and you, destined to go on and be crowned king!..."Click to download this site APP, massive novels, free to read!