Aztec Eternals

The priest's praise sounded like the first thunder of winter, descending on the earth in a mighty way, and falling straight into the ears of all the people who were lying on the ground. In an instant, there was silence all around. There was a sudden silence in the temple square in front of the Great Temple, only heavy and short breathing, and the crackling of the holy fire.

The elder stood up from the stone chair in front of the temple with a blank expression, and walked towards the edge of the pyramid of the Great Temple.

He was wearing a set of black sacrificial robes, covering his thin figure; wearing an ancient slender crown covering his white hair. In his right hand, he also holds a chief minister's inheritance scepter, which has been with him for more than fifty years.

With slow and firm steps, he appeared in front of Wanmin's eyes step by step, just as his old and majestic face was reflected in everyone's hearts little by little. One step behind him, followed by the slightly shorter high priest in the same crest and sacrificial attire. And two steps further back, the sculpture-like captain of the guard was holding the clay pot, and followed closely like a shadow with the same precise steps.

In front of the sacred fire on the edge of the temple, the elder stopped, and the firelight illuminated his deep eyes. His tall body finally fully appeared in the sight of everyone, and at the highest point of the pyramid, he was looked up by all people! Then, the elder slowly raised his right arm and raised the chief's scepter above his head, just like fifty years ago!

"Wei Wei! Elder! The Immortal Sun! The Sun!."

The second thunder exploded at this moment! Under the guidance of the priest, everyone from the central temple to the edge of the temple area cheered wildly together. At this moment, even Xiu Suoke, who had always been resolute, and Stanley, who was flamboyant and arrogant, had their eyes red with excitement, and they clenched their fists and shouted excitedly!

As the Chief Minister of the Alliance, Elder Traka Erel is eighty-eight years old this year! He has gone through five generations of kings, and actually controlled the alliance behind the scenes for half a century. He is the true immortal sun of the Mexica people! Three generations of Mexica people grew up listening to his legends, full of infinite admiration for him, and followed his will of reform in awe.

Facing this living legendary figure, envoys from all over the world saluted at the same time, feeling both deep fear and sincere lament in their hearts. The elders of Mexico are actually still alive!

In this era where the average age of a person is only in their twenties, such a long-lived elder is like an immortal nightmare, which has always shrouded the hearts of all parts of the world. It can be said that as long as the elders who suppressed the alliance survived for a day, all the great nobles with dreams in their hearts could only lurk and endure. The entire Mexica Alliance is a closely linked whole! Even though the religious and political centralization reforms set off turbulent waves and surges, the reef of the alliance and unity is still intact and stable, with no gaps to exploit!

The hysterical cheers lasted for dozens of breaths, until the elder slowly retracted the scepter, the sound gradually subsided. Then, the high priest took a deep breath and took a step forward. He replaced the elder, looked up at the sky, and roared hoarsely.

"The sun is rising, and the main god Vitzilopochtli has risen to the highest! The supreme god blesses the alliance, and the battle of gods in the Western Expedition has achieved a perfect victory! The main god swallowed up the three gods of Tarasco, and is in charge of the sun, the moon, and the earth! He omnipotent!"

"Praise the Lord God! God Bless the Alliance!"

The high priest raised his scepter and roared loudly.

"Praise the Lord God! God Bless the Alliance!"

Hundreds of priests prayed at the same time, their voices were high-pitched and intense, reaching into the sky.

"Praise the Lord God! God Bless the Alliance!"

Tens of thousands of people in the capital shouted frantically, like the third thunderbolt, blowing up the flying birds all over the sky.

Under the Great Temple, Xiusoke was also roaring loudly with a passionate expression. This is the declaration after the victory, which is particularly refreshing.

"The main god maintains the world's movement, and the holy blood is needed to make the sun perfect! The evil three gods are dead, and the descendants of the three gods have to offer holy blood to make the main god smile! God said, his kindness is like the sun, shining to the Every pure heart spreads to every clean soul! The world is of the same origin, from the Glue Man. The Prepechas, like the Mexica, are descendants of the Glue Man, brothers of the last era. The sun will also shine on them, and the main god will lead them on the right path! Therefore, the common people can convert, and the descendants of the gods must sacrifice!"

The vast square was solemn and quiet, only the priests repeated the will of God. Soon, low voices of discussion resounded among the nobles and warriors of the alliance. They weren't skeptical, just a little confused.

"The Prepechas are our brothers?"

Hearing this, the giant bear Stanley curled his lips, and then asked inexplicably.

"What is a glue man?"

"The Glue Man is an Olmec, the common ancestor of all the tribes in the world."

With a calm expression, Xiusoke answered frankly. He knew that this was a saying that had just spread from Qincongcan City not long ago, and it was also quite popular with the people of Prepecha. The Fengguo in the lake sent envoys to the elders and the high priest to report the newly compiled theory. It now appears that this doctrine has been adapted and accepted by the high priests as a tool to conquer the world.

"Huh? Aren't our ancestors Aztlans? The legendary mountain of origin is in the far northwest of the world!"

Stanley scratched his head, looked at the northwest skyline, and then at Xiusock.

"Well, the people of Aztlan are also descendants of the Glue Man. Believe me, the world is of the same origin, from the Glue Man!"

Xiusoke responded calmly. Stanley pouted, but didn't ask any more questions. He was a little uncertain. However, since the high priest said so on behalf of the elders, it must be so!

"Even if the ancestors are the same, we Mexica must be the best at fighting!"

In the corner of the square, envoys from all over the world looked at each other in blank dismay. A vague premonition rose in their hearts. This kind of statement may change the pattern of the world, but it can't be thought deeply for a while. Because, after the declaration, comes the sacrifice!

"The sun wakes up and opens its red eyes! The Lord God descends to witness the future of Bloody! We sacrifice the holy blood to the Lord God, and bless the world with a devout heart! Thanks to the Lord God, sacrifice the Holy Blood!"

"Thanks to the Lord God, sacrifice the holy blood!"

Amidst the shouts of the priests, the discussion stopped instantly. The people in the square were silent for a while. A moment later, the fourth violent thunderbolt broke out suddenly, causing all the foreign envoys to tear their hearts apart.

"Sacrifice, sacrifice, sacrifice!"

On the towering pyramids, the peoples salute and rise and fall like a colony of ants. The sound of shouting rose from the feet, and then scattered into the sky with the long wind. The high priest tilted his head slightly, looked at the godlike expression of the elder, waved the staff in his hand knowingly, and gave orders loudly.

"The sacrifice begins!"

Hundreds of temple guards followed orders. The heavily armed religious warriors escorted the numb Tarasco nobles to their destined destination. The big festival will last for three days, and the number of noble sacrifices per day is 800 people. This is a divine number, symbolizing the reincarnation of the era.

Xiusoke looked intently, and saw two long blue lines winding like long snakes for several miles, slowly flowing to the top of the Twin Pyramids, the two sacrificial stones in front of the temple. There, the twelve priests and elders had long been divided into two groups, holding obsidian daggers and getting ready. Soon, a familiar old shout resounded throughout the Great Temple.

"The descendant of the Glueman, the noble Kukuna II of Akanbaro State, is going to the kingdom of the sun god! His soul will meet his father who is going to the kingdom of God according to his own wishes, and obtain eternal peace!"

"Boom. Boom."

A fresh body rolled down from the top of the great temple, and was blocked by the stone statue of the Moon Goddess, stopping in front of Shusok. The resolute samurai looked at the young face of the other party, as well as the frightened expression before dying, and shook his head lightly.

Stanley next to him stood up straight and laughed.

"Haha, there is actually someone named Kukuna? Isn't Cocolo in Mexica just a stupid turkey?"

"Kukuna in Prepecha is also a turkey. I have an impression of this family. I have met them in the wooden castle on the north bank and the estuary fortress."

"Tsk tsk, there is such a name! Kukuna II, haha, isn't his father also a Kukuna turkey? A Prepeca who is as weak as a turkey!"

"Actually not. His father died in a fierce battle. He was a good warrior! But this guy seems to have been captured by the militia."

The two were used to seeing blood, and chatted casually while looking at the bright red on the ground. Suddenly, there was another thunderous cheer, resounding under the great temple that was gradually turning red.

"Wei Wei! The Elder!! The Sun!!!"

The elder remained expressionless, and slowly raised the magic staff in his right hand. Then, he stretched out his left hand, and took a beating live from the hand of the respectful high priest. The boiling cheers reached the peak in an instant! Under the eyes of everyone, the elder raised his left hand and suddenly threw the freshness into the raging holy fire!

Green smoke curled up, blood turned into burnt paste, and a soul was consecrated to the main god in this way. The elder stared at the holy flame calmly for a moment, then slowly turned around and walked towards the temple behind him. There is a dedicated passage for priests leading to the adjacent chief palace.

"Praise be to the Lord God! The great Sivakovatel, the immortal sun of the Mexica, the incarnation of the sublime Lord God, the supreme elder, returns to the throne!"

In the chanting of the high priest, tens of thousands of Mexica people bowed their heads again and saluted the departing gods.

The elder looked calm and walked steadily. From him, there is no trace of fatigue and decline. He is like the sun and the moon in the sky and the earth, as if he will exist forever. Behind him, the captain of the guard was still holding the clay pot, never leaving.

The light is gradually dimming, and the shadows are slowly covering. The elder walked into the towering temple step by step, leaving the increasingly fiery ceremony. The hustle and bustle of life went away in an instant, leaving only death-like silence. The elder walked into the slanting downward passage, and there was no one else around at this time. He finally stopped, and then his body suddenly went limp, and he slanted towards the cold stone wall!

"My lord!"

The chief guard let out a low cry, strode forward, and grabbed the elder's arm in time. "Bang", the slender feather crown fell from the old man's head, and the all-white hair was scattered. The swaying figure brought a gust of wind, and under the wide black robe, the old body was already emaciated. And under the strong smell of spices, it is the taste of the elderly that cannot be concealed!

"My lord, I will give you the potion!"

The head guard carefully supported the elder, letting him lean on his shoulder. Then, he opened the clay pot and took out a pot of pale yellow potion.

"No, Chevalier."

In the Nahua language, Chevali means shadow. The shadow of vague existence is always attached to the mountain loyally, never leaving it for a moment.

The elder closed his eyes and rested for a while, then calmly opened them and let out a rare sigh.

"The potion that boosts energy will overdraw my future life. And my remaining life is running out. The alliance cannot do without me. I want to live as long as possible."

It was a long while before the elder regained his strength. He slowly got up and stood firm, stretched out his hand again, took the feather crown and put it on. A strong sweet smell came out, and the elder moved his eyes, staring at his bright red left hand.

"Chevalier."

"Dear elder."

"Tell me honestly. Who do you think can suppress the hearts of the Alliance after I die?"

"Ah, my lord, you are the immortal sun."

"explain."

The calm words came softly, but with an irresistible force. Chevali was silent for a moment before answering briefly.

"The high priest and the king. The cooperation of the two is enough."

"High Priest."

The elder stared at his bright red left hand, his eyes were as deep and dark as the bottom of the sea. After a while, he spoke slowly without any emotion.

"What if the high priest leaves with me?"

Hearing this, Chevali's expression changed slightly. He thought for a moment, shook his head slightly, and remained silent.

"Yeah. The Holy City branch."

The elder closed his eyes and slowly withdrew his left hand. In his vicissitudes of mind, a young and handsome face suddenly flashed.

"Young energy is really enviable."

After a long silence, the elder sighed quietly. He has walked all the way from the last century, and his mind has long been as strong as mountains and seas. In this world, the only thing that can make him sigh is the ruthless time.

"Let's go."

The old man took a step forward and walked slowly down the ground. Chevalli hugged the clay pot tightly, like a silent sculpture, following him everywhere. Behind them, the New Year's festival is coming to a climax!

One name after another, one freshness after another, and one soul after another! The people of the capital fell into a complete frenzy. Boiling cheers came through the stone wall, crossing the past and present, and heading towards a brand new future!