Aztec Eternals

"when!"

Seeing Gulamo's madness, Bertard's eyes turned cold. He instantly pulled out the bronze sword and leaned in front of His Highness. The sharp copper blade is less than one meter away from Gulamo, and it only takes one slash to cut off the opponent's outstretched arm!

"Hehehe holy water, give me holy water!"

Gulamo didn't seem to realize it. He stared at Shulot's royal robes, his pupils were dilated, his eyes were cloudy, and he screamed in a low voice, even unable to restrain his saliva.

"Um?"

Shulot frowned. He looked at Gulamor's arm, bloody from scratching. He looked at Gulamo's legs and feet, which were also covered with various scratches. Afterwards, he stared seriously at Gulamo's eyes and asked word by word.

"Guramo, do you still know me?"

"Holy water, give me holy water."

Listening to the question in his ear, Gulamo smiled idiotically, his expression becoming more and more frantic. Suddenly, he bent down suddenly, borrowed strength with his hands on the ground, and with a "poof", he rushed towards Shulot quickly.

"Give me...give me holy water!"

"die!"

Botard looked cold and stern, and with a vigorous swing of his arm, the bronze sword slashed down, facing Gulamo's head. He hated the assassination planned by Gulamo. At this moment, he shot with anger, and the blade brought out the wind, almost cutting the opponent in half.

"Don't kill him yet!"

Shulot took a step back and shouted in a deep voice. The bronze sword in Bertard's hand immediately turned, and he slammed down on Gulamo's head with his bladeless side.

"boom!"

"ah"

Gulamo suffered a heavy blow, groaned, and fell to the ground with his head up.

"Your Highness, let me come."

Naxiu took two steps forward, quickly grasped the end of Gulamo's left arm with both hands, twisted it precisely, and then pulled it hard, and immediately there was a tooth-piercing "click". Then, the right arm made another sound.

"Crack!"

Shulot's face twitched slightly. Naxiu's actions were so swift and decisive that it was almost impossible to react.

"Ah! Ah!"

Following two short and shrill cries of pain, Gulamo sat softly on the ground, completely losing his threat. He opened his mouth, still muttering amidst the constant pain.

"Holy water. Holy water Give me holy water! .uh."

Naxiu pinched Guramo's chin, looked carefully at the other's sunken eye sockets, bloodshot eyelids, and dull eyes, and shook her head affirmatively.

"Your Highness, this person is useless. He has taken too much powerful holy water specially made by the capital, and his soul is like an empty tree hole, eroded by the surging divine power, and there is nothing left."

"Specially Made Potent Holy Water"

Shulot frowned. There are many kinds of potions prepared by the priests, most of which are named after holy water. These holy waters are more or less related to some special herbs in America, which have a strong effect on the human nervous system and cause irreversible damage. And Xiulot, the powerful holy water specially made by the capital, gently shook his head and asked in a deep voice.

"Does he still have any remnants of sanity?"

Berthard shook his head, not knowing that knowledge related to medicine was not his specialty.

Naxiu let go of her hand and looked at it for a moment, with thought in her eyes.

Gulamo next to him seemed to have lost all his strength and no longer grunted in pain. He just sat on the ground blankly, smiling foolishly.

"Hehe, hehehe. Holy water, holy water."

"Your Highness, I can give him some strong medicine."

Naxiu thought for a while, then took out a small pottery tube from her bosom. She took off the cotton seal, and there was a lot of gray-black powder inside.

"This is a powerful psychedelic mushroom powder. Just a little bit can make people dizzy, their souls drift away, and they can communicate with the gods. If you feed them all"

Na Xiu paused, narrowing her eyes dangerously like a big cat.

"He will definitely have a violent reaction! Maybe he can regain his sanity for a moment, but he may not survive."

"Um"

Shulot pondered for a while, looked at the bewildered Guramo, and finally made a decision.

"Then feed him!"

"Obey!"

Naxiu stretched out her hand and was about to feed the mushroom powder to Gulamo when she stopped suddenly. Then, with a cold expression on her face, she raised her arm and received two sharp elbow strikes.

"Hey! Ha!"

"ah!."

"Crack! Crack!"

Shulot twitched his face again. He watched as Naxiu raised her arms and dropped her elbows like a knife. With two precise strikes, Gulamo's knee joint was broken.

"Your Highness, the effect of the mushroom powder will be very strong, so take some precautions in advance."

Na Xiu didn't change her expression, she turned her head and gave Xiulot a gentle smile. Then, she squeezed Gulamo's mouth open and poured a whole tube of powdered psychedelic mushrooms into it.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh"

Gulamo sat on the spot, his limbs lost the ability to move, but a joyful smile appeared on his face. After a few breaths, his smile gradually spread, and his laughter became more powerful.

"Hehehe!."

"Guramo."

Shulot walked up to Gulamo, bent down calmly, and held the other's face. His eyes were cold, and he looked at those eyes that looked like Medina.

"Guramo, do you still know me?"

"Ho ho, ho ho"

Strong nerve stimulation spread throughout the body, Gulamo's hands and feet were trembling. His pupils shrank suddenly, but the cloudiness in his eyes gradually faded away. He stared at the face in front of him, roared meaninglessly for a moment, and then suddenly replied with a hoarse voice.

"Ho ho ho!. You are you!. Hugh Lott!"

Hearing this, Xiu Luote cheered up and clenched his hands tightly. His expression changed, he stared into Gulamo's eyes, and murderous intent rose in his heart. Those eyes are so familiar, yet so unforgettable.

"Gulamo, the Zicao family, has been completely destroyed. Your sons are all dead."

Shulot declared mercilessly. In addition to the living Gulamo, Gilliam also handed over several young heads of the high priests, which were hanging on the long poles in front of the great temple at this time.

"They're all dead?! Dee."

Gulamo's pupils contracted in pain, but an uncontrollable smile filled the corners of his mouth. The powder of the mushrooms is working fast, taking him to a dreamland of boundless joy.

".Tee!"

Gulamor's shout was hoarse and indistinct, as if rusted. Shulot lowered his eyes and sighed softly.

"Medina, your daughter, died too. She died in front of me and was buried by me."

Two steps later, Naxiu listened to all this with her ears pricked up, blinking her eyes like a rabbit.

".Tee! Sand T.Nee."

Gulamo suddenly became frantic and screamed. In the low voice, there were two other unexpected names.

"Chatigny! Gilliam!."

"Um?!"

Shulot was shocked. He repeated Gulamo's words, his expression suddenly solemn.

"Chatini? Gilliam? Prince Tarasco, chief intelligence officer?!"

"Two kings. Hahaha! Hahaha!"

Gulamor laughed wildly and danced like a praying mantis, not caring about the pain in his limbs.

"Kill kill kill hahaha! Hahaha!"

"Guramo, tell me!"

With a cold look in Shulot's eyes, he grabbed Gulamo's skirt and asked sharply.

"Behind your assassination, who else is there?!"

"They're all dead hahaha! Hahaha!"

Under the strong nerve stimulation, Gulamo's pupils dilated and his eyes became cloudy again. He laughed with joy from the heart, laughed heartily from the bottom of his heart, and laughed with tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.

"The Zicao family is all dead!! Hahahaha! Hahahaha!!"

"Guramo!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Your Highness, the mushroom powder is working."

Naxiu took two steps forward, looked at the completely mad Zicao patriarch, and said in a low voice.

"So much mushroom powder, he can't wake up."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Frantic laughter echoed throughout the prison, like metal scraping on a slate, extremely sharp and penetrating.

A dozen steps away, Chief Priest Yao Ke was also alarmed. With a few guards, he walked quickly to the stone railing and glanced inside.

"Sovereign Priest? This is."

Shulot lowered his eyes and shook his head silently. With a blank expression on his face, he stared at Gulamo, who would bang his head against the ground and laugh wildly. After a while, he opened his mouth lightly.

"President Yao Ke, if there is one less sacrificial offering for the gods at the sacrificial ceremony."

"oh!"

Chief Priest Yao Ke glanced at the stone fence and nodded knowingly.

"Sovereign priest, it's okay."

"Um."

Xiuluo nodded. He calmly pulled out the obsidian dagger from his waist, and walked up to the laughing Guramo. Then, with one hand, he picked up the skinny Gulamo from the ground and pressed it against the stone wall.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Farewell, Gramo."

Shulot looked into those cloudy and familiar eyes and whispered softly. Then, without mercy, he thrust out the sharp dagger in his hand, pierced Gulamo's heart accurately, and then gave it a hard stir.

"Haha. Ugh!!. Ho Ho"

Gulamo's heart was in severe pain, and he was shocked suddenly. Like a dying poisonous snake, he struggled against the wall for more than a dozen breaths. At the last moment, he regained consciousness again. He took a deep look at the king in front of him, his eyes were full of unconcealable remorse, and there was a strange smile on his face. Then, when his neck was tilted, his limbs hung down, completely motionless.

"Metina, I fulfilled your wish for you!"

Shulot closed his eyes and murmured, feeling the relief and pleasure after revenge! A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if recalling that gentle and charming long kiss

Then, thinking back on Gulamo's words, new doubts emerged in his heart.

"Conspiracy to assassinate Prince Chattigny. Gilliam Intelligence Officer Kill Kill Kill"

As a king who chops thorns and thorns, the names of these obstacles cannot move him, nor can he worry. There is only one person who can really make him feel uneasy and worried, a person he used to rely on, and is willing to give trust and even offer loyalty.

"Is there still King Avit?"

The young king stood facing the wall, lost in thought. The rest of the people bowed their heads and waited, respectfully serving them. The dark dungeon was silent and solemn. Only Bobo's blood flowed from Gulamo's fallen body. And through the dim light of the fire, one can vaguely see the frozen face of the corpse with a smile on it.