The long-lost sunlight fell from the open zenith and shone on the statue of the God of Hunting, shining with golden light of divinity. In the temple on the top of the pyramid, there are still traces of flames and blood, but the corpses of the priests and temple guards are missing.

At this moment, the flag of the main **** is flying in the temple, and hundreds of royal warriors are guarding the pyramid. And when the Mexica flag of the "commander of evil spirits" slowly approached, they all bowed their heads, knelt down on one knee, and saluted the king who had climbed the pyramid.

"God bless! Praise be to the supreme king!"

"Um."

Avit nodded slightly, his expression unchanged. He kept on walking, and with the attitude of a conqueror, he strode into the most revered temple hall in the tree snake city. Then, there was a low order from the Mexica warrior.

"Kneel down! To the supreme king, kneel and pay homage!"

Mo Qihui was wearing armor and holding an axe, growling in a low voice. During these three days, it was he who led hundreds of royal warriors to guard and **** the tree snake **** descendants and hereditary nobles near the pyramid. These captives are noble and respected bloodlines, and they are the most important sacrifices in the Victory Ceremony, so they must not be lost.

"You! Why don't you kneel down?!"

Mo Qihui looked around the hall and saw the only standing figure, his eyes froze immediately. He stepped forward quickly, raised his foot, and kicked with precision.

"Well!"

Tree Snake City Lord Okot's expression changed suddenly, and he cried out in pain. He was hit **** the bend of his leg, immediately lost his balance, and fell to his knees with a "plop".

"You...how dare you!...uh!"

Before the tree snake city lord could finish his reprimand, he was hit hard again on the shoulder. His whole body was in severe pain, and he lay on the ground directly, and was forced to salute the approaching king with all five bodies on the ground.

"The Lord God blesses you! Your Majesty, your loyal warrior, the military noble of the capital in the lake, and the veteran warrior Mo Qihui greet you!"

Mo Qihui knelt down on one knee, pressed on Okot's body, and saluted the king respectfully. While saluting, he was still exerting strength on his knees, firmly suppressing the back of the Tree Snake City Lord, preventing him from moving.

"Well! Yes, my loyal warrior!"

Seeing this scene, Avette showed a satisfied smile on his face. This is the warrior he loves, who can respect loyalty, despise old dignity, and have no other distractions in his heart except loyalty to the king. Even in the face of any noble descendants of gods, traditional nobles, or foreign demons, they would show no mercy and trample them all under their feet!

"Mo Qihui, as I remember, you are the vanguard general who died in battle, a hereditary noble of the alliance, and the younger brother of the eagle warrior Moseloki?"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Hearing his brother's name, Mo Qihui raised his head. He looked at the supreme king in his heart, and his expression was a little excited.

"The lord **** bears witness! My elder brother died fighting for you at the top of the tree snake city! And I will die for you too!"

"good very good!"

Hearing this, Avitt looked solemn. He watched Mo Qihui's sincere expression, and nodded slowly.

"Lord God bless! Your brother will enjoy eternal peace in the red kingdom. And you, my warrior, will inherit his glory and fight for me!"

"Lord God bless! Your Majesty, I am willing to fight for you until I die!"

Mo Qihui bowed his head deeply, pressed down on the noble tree snake city lord, and paid respects meticulously.

Avit smiled. Such a young, loyal and fearless little noble warrior is exactly the target of his promotion.

"Mo Qihui, I remember, you broke into the city with the dead dog and captured two Tlaxcala princes?"

"Yes, Your Majesty! Two god-born captives, dedicated to the supreme Lord God and you!"

Hearing these two words, the prostrate tree snake city lord Okote was startled, and his face suddenly changed. Regardless of the pain in his body, he struggled suddenly.

"Woo! Woo! You, what did you just say, two captured god-born princes? Uh!..."

Mo Qihui looked cold and merciless. He stretched out his left palm and struck Okot's side neck fiercely, causing the opponent's eyes to go dark immediately, the blood supply to the brain was insufficient, and he was speechless for a while.

"Ha ha!"

Avit was very funny and laughed heartily. Then, he shook his head lightly and reached out his hand to stop it.

"Forget it, my warrior! After all, this is the Lord of the Tree Snakes of the Tlaxcalans, the head of the four most respected leaders... let him stand and speak!"

"Follow you, Your Majesty!"

Mo Qihui nodded in agreement, stretched out his hand again, and forcibly dragged the dizzy Okot from the ground. Then, he took out the sisal rope and skillfully tied the hands of the Tree Snake City Lord, eliminating any possible threat.

Avet stretched out his scepter, and supported Okot's chin with the tip of a hard gem. He carefully looked at the other party's white teeth, and smiled lightly.

"You are the Lord of the Tree Snake, Okot?"

"..."

Okot raised his head and looked at the King of Mexica who was close at hand. He clenched his hands into fists, gritted his teeth, his eyes were like knives, but he didn't say a word.

"Um?"

Avit frowned slightly, his face showing fear. Mo Qihui immediately punched Okot's fragile and sensitive side.

"ah!"

Okote exhaled in pain, and his forehead was instantly aching and sweating. There was a burst of bruising on his face, and after a long while, he barely straightened his back, trying to maintain his final dignity.

"No...yes! I am the leader of the Tlaxcalans, the glorious tree-snake, the castellan of Okotruco, Okot the Elder!  … Leader of the Mexica, you Colluding with the volcanic monsters in the ground and launching a blasphemous war, you will definitely 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, fell to his knees with a "bang", and twitched for a long time before he managed to recover.

"You, you! Savage Mexica! . . . "

"Ah!"

Avet smiled lightly, his expression unchanged, staring at 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 had lost in the war and was also a sacrifice destined to be sacrificed.

"Go, bring up the two captured Tlaxcala princes, let him have a good look!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

The two personal guards bowed their heads and saluted, then left quickly. After a while, they brought two tearful young descendants to the desperate Okot.

"Woo...Father!"

"Ah! My son... Omochi, Tokhno!"

Okot was stunned for a moment. He looked at the two sons who were crying, and tears could not stop flowing from his eyes.

"God of hunting! Why did you abandon us and cut off the blood of the tree snake god!"

In the sacred temple, under the watchful eyes of the King of Mexica, the three respected father and son cried at each other, full of the misery and despair of the dead royal family. After crying for a while, Okot suddenly thought of something. He asked with trembling voice, a little scared, but also a little expectant.

"Where's your...sister?"

"Father!..."

The elder Prince Omochi shook his head quickly, signaling Okot not to ask. Okot suddenly came to his senses, and immediately shut up without saying a word. But, it's obviously too late.

"Huh? There's another fish that slipped through the net?"

Avit frowned. He looked at the head of the Death Dog Army behind him, and asked in a deep voice.

"Dead dog, among the descendants of the gods captured, is there Okot's daughter?"

"...uh, Your Majesty."

Dead Dog Kiki Mickey thought for a while, then shook his head affirmatively.

"The descendants of the gods who were captured were all placed near the pyramid. Among them were a few princesses of the Tlaxcala, but there was no Okote's daughter."

Hearing this, Okote's expression changed, his face showed joy, and he prayed devoutly in his heart.

"Um..."

Avit's expression turned cold, he pondered for a while, and then issued the king's decree.

"Wang Ling, search the whole city again! Count the captured Tracala prisoners, and don't let any descendants escape!"

"...Your Majesty! If it is a young princess, she may be in the battalion of the city-state army."

Mo Qihui was loyal, and after thinking for a while, he responded loudly in front of the generals.

"The military discipline of the city-state legion is loose, and many city-state nobles will kidnap beautiful noble girls and hide them in the camps! I am willing to lead the warriors for you and search the city-state's camps!"

It was said that the city-state nobles present looked at each other a few times, and their expressions were a little ugly. Hochkalo pursed his lips, feeling dissatisfied, but did not come forward to explain.

"oh?"

Hearing this, Avit's heart moved. His eyes sharpened, and he was about to give an order.

"Cough! 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 said cautiously and gently.

"In the past few months, all the city-state legions have obeyed the king's order, fought hard, and made great achievements in the siege! And all the legion leaders have also done their best to die for the supreme king!..."

Hearing the chief intelligence officer's words, the expressions of the city-state nobles softened a little. Kiki Mickey, the dead dog, stretched out his foot and quietly kicked Mo Qihui who was kneeling. The young royal warrior knew he had slipped. Although he had no regrets in his heart, he didn't speak anymore.

"Your Majesty, she is just a noble lady. She may have died somewhere in the city long ago, and there is no body left... There is no need to make a big fanfare, but you can order the heads of the various armies to investigate themselves. As long as you hand over the captured nobles of the gods within a limited time Can."

"Um..."

Avit was silent. In the past few months, the driving and consumption of the city-state legion has probably reached the limit of the ministries, and it is not good to stimulate it any more. He thought about it for a moment, finally opened his eyes, and nodded.

"Yes! Gilliam, just do as you say!"

Afterwards, Avit strode away, ignoring Okot who had a changing expression and was uneasy. Now that he has defeated his opponent and enjoyed the thrill of conquest, he will not pay more attention. The king's eyes always have to look forward, to high places.

On the high place in front is the statue of the God of Hunting, cast in gold, more than two meters high. Holding a silver bow in his hand, he looked to the east and stood on the highest point of the tree and snake city in a hunting posture. And around the statue, there are bright and majestic murals of cloud snakes, and a messy collection of inheritance plates. As for the small pieces of jade, gemstones, gold and silver ornaments in the temple, the royal warriors who had long been stationed carefully searched them all.

"Gather the artisans accompanying the army and give them ten days! Melt the statue of the hunting **** and cast the sculpture of the main god!"

King Avit's gaze was like a knife, he looked at the golden idol for a while, and then gave an order coldly. The alliance conquered the states, and the most important thing was the descendants of 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 Lord God!

"Convene the painters again, remove the murals of the old gods, and redraw the legend of the main god! Erase the main **** of the hunting god. From now on, all Tlaxcalans will regard the God of War as the main god!"

In the ancient Cloud Serpent Temple, Avit has a solemn expression and a loud voice, announcing the conquest of the Lord God. This is also the conquest of the Mexica Union, from the destruction of the body to the unity of the mind.

"As for these inherited drawing boards, let the war priests collect them, transport them all back to the capital in the lake, and store them in the magnificent Great Temple!"

"Follow your will, Your Majesty!"

"Very good! The supreme god, bless the great alliance!"

The sun fell from the zenith, falling on both the face of the God of Hunting and Avit's gorgeous armor, creating a golden halo. After a while, he turned around, turned his back to the eyes of the gods, and faced the prostrate crowd, slowly raised his staff and let out a deafening cry.

"The Lord God made a decree! He conquered the God of Hunting, and His throne was held high again!... The rays of the sun shrouded the Tlaxcala Basin, and the four-state alliance of Tlaxcala perished today!... From today, all tribes in Tlaxcala will convert to the main **** and submit to the Mexica! The tribes that refuse to convert will only end in destruction!"

The Tlaxcalans, the old enemies of the Mexica for decades, did not receive preferential treatment from the Prepechas. The strength of the alliance is not what it used to be, and it will not make power compromises to the remaining hundreds of thousands of Tlaxcalans.

In the king's plan, the fate of most Tlaxcala tribes was to serve as vassals, serfs or even slaves, donating young women every year to provide men for war. They will accept the assimilation of the Mexica at a lower level, and slowly integrate into the alliance in one or two generations.

"...Under the majestic gaze of the Lord God ~lightnovelpub.net~ the glorious Eastern Expedition has won! All warriors who participated in the battle of the gods, regardless of their origin, will be blessed by the Lord God and rewarded by the alliance!...God Bless the Alliance , we are destined to rule the entire world!"

The king's voice echoed in the temple of the Tlaxcalans, like thunder that shook people's hearts.

There was a moment of silence in the temple hall, followed by the fanatical shouts and hysterical roars of the Mexica warriors.

"God bless the alliance, rule the world! God bless the king, ascend to the highest! Roar, roar!..."

Amid the passionate cheers of the Mexica, Okot 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 pierced his face with tears and hurt his heart.

"The supreme cloud snake! I saw your towering corpse on the Snake Mountain of the God of War...and the brutal God of War is sitting on the throne, chewing your flesh and blood, and drinking your blood!...After hunting God, and his descendants, will die on the pyramids, never to return..."

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