Aztec Eternals

The clear and cheerful sound of the flute penetrates the thick stone walls, accompanied by the rhythmic and neat drumbeats, echoing in the dark stone chamber. Shulot sat up and listened attentively, the little green snake swayed along with his movements, and faintly sang along with the quaint priests.

After a while, the little green snake nimbly slid across his chest, swept his cool tail across his neck, and disappeared without a trace. Shulot raised his head and looked in the direction of the door. Sure enough, a moment later, the stone door rumbled open.

Under the faint candlelight, the elder nodded to him. He glanced at the shimmering pale yellow potion on the ground, then at the young man who was intact, then turned and left. Xiulot quickly stood up and followed behind the elder. The captain of the guard effortlessly closed the heavy stone door. The three went to the top of the palace.

After not moving for a long time, Xiulot was a little unsteady. Fortunately, the elder walked very slowly, so slow that the melodious sound of the flute had turned into ten different melodies, the beating drums were mixed with loud gongs, and there were crisp copper bells in the music. He gradually heard high-pitched singing, thousands of singing voices, and hundreds of thousands of boiling cheers.

Finally, Shulot came to the top of the palace and stood at the open window. He first closed his eyes slightly to adapt, then opened his eyes and looked down: from the temple of the great temple down, there is already infinite light in front of him, a sea of ​​joy boiling!

Shulot looked down from a height of 60 meters. Under the dazzling sunlight, it was a capital city of more than ten square kilometers, with 300,000 people celebrating. On the outermost lake of Texcoko, countless small boats have already been docked, and tens of thousands of villagers dressed up come from dozens of miles away. Young men and women wore bright costumes, wealthy families waved the banners of gods, sang and danced, and gradually gathered in the center of the city under the guidance of village priests.

"The respected King Avit will ascend the throne today, and the new sun will bless the people of Mexica. Let's celebrate! Cheer! This is the festival of gods and men!" The priests chanted loudly and walked forward.

And as the crowd moved, Xiu Luote's eyes came to the capital city community in the inner distance. There, the ceremony has begun.

Nearly a hundred communities in the north and south of the capital began prayer ceremonies in the shrines at the same time. Rosin and sandalwood linger throughout the capital. Priests set up altars outside the shrine, chanting and dancing sacrificial dances. The residents of the community gathered in a circle, waved their hands, danced, sang loudly, prayed for the blessing of the patron saint, and prayed for a good harvest in the coming year.

Enthusiastic young men and women clashed and danced in the circle. They carry strings of crisp stones, beautiful shells, or delicate copper bells. They kept bumping into each other in their happy dance, making clanking sounds. Accompanied by the group dance, there are also bold interlaced gazes and a confidently displayed body. From time to time, young people recited impromptu poems and dedicated them to the girl in front of them.

"My heart longs for the nourishment of flowers, I endure the pain of music, and I only have God and you in my heart!" A young man boldly held the hand of the girl he liked and offered the most beautiful shells.

The crowd of onlookers applauded. The girl lowered her head slightly, and withdrew her hand. Quietly pointing to the sun in the sky, gestured a down gesture, and then pointed to the boat by the lake. The young man nodded excitedly and danced enthusiastically around the girl. There was another burst of laughter around. This is the music of the common people.

Shulot was stunned. He continued to look at the beautiful inner city of the capital. In the capital's central square and surrounding aristocratic courtyards, more professional music, dance, drama and poetry were being performed.

Nobles and warriors set up their own family’s stone platform, and tried their best to put expensive jade jewelry, bright feather shells, glittering gold and silver ornaments, gorgeous costume feather fans, and majestic weapons and shields on the stone platform. . Of course, there are also fragrant flowers, which are blessings dedicated to the gods.

Professional bands and dancers play around the stone platform. The most popular instrument is the cheerful and melodious flute, the single-pipe flute has begun to use fifth notes, and there are even 16 tuned tones in the double-pipe and triple-pipe flute. The sound of the flute sometimes soars in the sky, and sometimes swirls low under the feet, but it is always lingering in my heart. The noble girls danced to the beautiful melody, their skirts fluttering, and their singing and flute played together.

"I am a bouncing cardinal, singing perfect notes, just like the throat of a thrush, waiting for your leaning over and kissing." This is the movement of the nobility.

A little outside, the experienced musicians took up rubber sticks and beat the Tepreztli now and then, the solid wooden gong bang bang bang, and then changed to Hughettl, the hollow wooden drum bang bang. Accompanied by this distinct rhythm, the warriors danced passionate battle dances, waved the frontless battle sticks decorated with gold and jade, and spun the gorgeous shields made of shells, singing the praises of war and death generously.

"Samurai should be like falling flowers, water the soil with blood, and ascend the soul to the kingdom of God!" This is the movement of the warrior.

And on the highest stage, professional actors performed dramas praising the gods and recited beautiful poems one after another. The maids only wore short clothes that save fabric, and danced gracefully around the actors. The distinguished parents and elders sat around and watched.

Wearing capes of jade and feathers, they sipped agave and cider and ate a variety of delicate snacks, including corn tortillas, sweet potatoes, grilled fish nuggets, dried bacon, raw tomatoes, pumpkin seeds, and roasted algae. , grilled worms, and delicious and expensive ant eggs. Sometimes when the enthusiasm is high, the elders will come off the stage in person, dance to a song, and then recite a poem, in exchange for everyone's applause.

"The eyes of the gods are on the ancestors. He said, Mexica, from lake to lake, from mountain to mountain, this is your home, your land, your country!" This is the priest's movement.

Shulot was intoxicated by the gorgeous and beautiful celebration. And when his eyes turned inward again, there was another kind of bloody sanctity in front of him.

Inside the walls of the temple area, there were also dense crowds. These were invited, dressed in the most formal attire, to participate in the coronation at the Great Temple.

In the outer position, there are foreign businessmen wearing all kinds of exotic ornaments. Then there are noble poets, excellent temple craftsmen, Mexica military businessmen, high-level elite warriors, and community representatives. Most of them wore garlands and cloaks for formal occasions, communicated loudly with excitement and joy, and watched the fierce sacrificial ball game.

In the inner position, nobles and nobles sat cross-legged on exquisite feather-weaving blankets, wearing bright cloaks and blooming feathers on their heads. They discussed and exchanged in low voices, watched the rituals of the temple under the service of servants and slaves, and watched the football game in the corner.

There are stone courts in the four corners of the temple area, half built underground, with a depth of four or five meters, and the top is exposed for people to watch, resembling a regular stone pit. Two teams of 20 Otomi captives per pitch engaged in an intense batting contest for rubber-infused medicine balls.

According to the requirements of the official game, the captives, who only wore short jackets, each occupied a half court of tens of meters, hitting the ball back and forth with their hips, and the two sides alternated rounds. Once the opponent touches the ball a second time, or the opponent returns the ball out of bounds, a point is scored. There are priests who record the scores of both sides. Usually the ball game will go on for two hours, until both sides are too exhausted to provide a more passionate game, and the priest will declare victory.

Unlike the Mayan ritual, the winner of the Aztec game would receive honor and wealth, while the loser would be dedicated to the gods. The implication of the sacrificial ball game itself is the endless struggle between the patron saint and his evil brothers and sisters. The sacrificial ball game is also a source of inspiration for the creation of "Quidditch" games in later generations.

Shulot was watching, when suddenly there was a loud cheer from the northwest corner. He turned his gaze, and a strong Otomi prisoner hit the rubber ball weighing five catties hard. With a roar, the medicine ball hit the face of the young prisoner opposite. His mouth and nose were bleeding instantly, his facial bones were dimpled, and he collapsed in convulsions. Beside him were two other companions with broken chests. It seems that the Otomi team on the opposite side will use this method to win.

The priest and referee loudly announced the score, and the strong Otomi captive scored again!

The cheers of the onlookers sounded again. On the opposite side came up a capable old warrior prisoner. With serious eyes, he leaned against the wall, measured with his arms repeatedly, and finally turned sideways and hit the ball vigorously with his hip. The rubber ball crosses an extremely precise arc, will cross the wall at a height of four meters, and pass through an extremely narrow circle.

The thunderous cheers were louder than ever, and even attracted the attention of the warriors under the Great Temple. This was a lore, a rare lore for several months! The priests and referees pronounced the verdict passionately, and the victor was put on a colorful cloak, and escorted by the warriors, he was sent outside the city for release. The losers were tied hands and feet with ropes and sent to the altars of the surrounding small temples.

The strong Otomi prisoner roared and resisted unwillingly and desperately, and was immediately hit by a dexterous stick by the jaguar warrior who maintained order, and fell to the ground clutching his abdomen. The priest referee frowned, took out a small clay pot, and poured a few mouthfuls into the strong captive's mouth. Soon, the prisoner smiled stupidly, and was brought up to the top of the tower obediently, and then rolled down in another form, leaving long bloody traces.

The sacrificers in the small temple do not have the preferential treatment of priests to announce their names and receive souls. He died without a sound. Then, amid the cheers of the audience, the next sacrificial ball game started again.

And under the Great Temple, the noble battle groups lined up neatly, dancing majestically in front of the gods. A thousand ferocious jaguar warriors, wearing crisp and chirping tiger teeth and animal bones, performed a battle dance for the God of War. A thousand magnificent eagle warriors, wearing bright and swaying multicolored feathers, performed a beast dance for the rain god.

Beside dozens of large and small temples, the priests lit the long-distance incense and chanted in a low and orderly manner. Shulot listened attentively, this was a poem praising the patron saint.

"The patron saint of the Mexica ascended to the sky to replace the original sun. He fought against the evil moon and night, drawing strength from the heart and blood."

Then, at the top of the Temple of War God of the Great Temple, a high-pitched priest chanted: "Ovadner, the nobleman of Ottopan City, is going to the kingdom of God of War! Salute him!"

When Shulot heard the sound, he saw a blue body rolling down from the top of the sixty-meter-high Temple of War. The holy liquid flowed vigorously from the large hole in his chest, and drifted down the road until it was blocked by the reclining sculpture of Koyol Shahki, the moon goddess, at the bottom of the temple.

In mythology, the goddess of the moon leads the brothers and sisters, who symbolize the night, to hunt down their mothers who conceived for no reason. At the critical moment, the patron saint, Vitzilopochtli, jumped out of his mother's womb, beat his brothers and sisters with a waving lightning rod, killed his evil sister, and cut it into several pieces to prevent resurrection. The sculpture truly reflects the death form of the Moon Goddess, and also heralds the next fate of the sacrifices.

Down from the great temple, there is a long blue line of sacrificial offerings. Under the escort of the heavily armed war priests, they took another step forward. In today's sacrificial ceremony, the Temple of War will sacrifice 365 Otomi nobles, which symbolizes the 365 days of the Haab solar calendar year. Every day, the Sun God needs the blood and heart of a high nobleman to keep the world going.

In this era, under the control of Trakaelel, the scale of the sacrifice was not large. The ritual emphasizes the sanctity of the sacrificial process and the nobility of the blood of the sacrifice, emphasizing the quality of the sacrifice rather than simply expanding the quantity. Most of the ordinary captives were invested in the huge infrastructure construction. And Mayan blue is the dye of the gods, which symbolizes the sacrifices sent to the kingdom of gods.

Hearing the familiar voice, Shulot looked towards the even height of the Temple of War, and saw the chief priest Kechar who presided over the sacrifice.

Kechar's feather robe and divine crown is smiling and throwing the freshness in his hand into the fire as a sacrifice to the sun god. Then the next blue offering came. It was a young nobleman from Ottomi, with a wildly tattooed face. He straightened his chest and faced the next death with determination.

"Son, what's your name?" Kechar smiled kindly.

"I am a descendant of the coyote, Honasmaker of Palms. The descendants of the coyote are never afraid of death, and I will continue to fight in the Kingdom of God!" Honasmaker replied proudly.

"Son, you are very good. You will fight against the darkness in the kingdom of God for four years. Then your soul will fall to the mortal world and become a rare bird. You can choose to be a hummingbird, oriole, oriole, or a white butterfly, sucking The nectar of various flowers. What do you wish to become?" Kechar smiled and praised the courage of the warrior.

Hornasmaker blinked slightly, recalling the good memories, and then smiled.

"I want to become a white butterfly, dance in the valley of my hometown in the north, and gather wild flowers in front of her grave."

"You will! Don't worry, child, your wish will come true soon!" Kechar smiled kindly, soothing the heart of the young nobleman like a spring breeze.

Although it sounds unbelievable, in the belief of the Aztecs, the bloody warriors and the sacrifices going to the kingdom of God will all float in the sky and fight for the sun for four years. Then they fall into the mortal world and become all good things, including birds and flowers.

Honasmaker then lay flat on the sacrificial stone, exposing his coyote tattoo on his chest. Kechar performed the knife, and the other four members of the chief priests grabbed his limbs, while Ugel wrapped his fat hands around his neck. This is also the reason why the chief priests defaulted to six people.

Soon, the ancient and sharp obsidian dagger fell, and the coyote tattoo lost its head. Kechar's cuts are exceptionally precise and quick. Hornasmaker just opened his eyes wide suddenly, violently and weakly shook his limbs a few times, and then remained motionless.

Kechar immediately raised the beating freshness with his right hand, this action is for the God of War to enjoy. Again he chanted aloud in admiring tones.

"Brave coyote of Parmus, Honasmaker, goes to the land of God of War! He has fought fearlessly for four years, and turned into a beautiful white butterfly, to gather wild flowers in the mountains of the north!"

There was a burst of applauding cheers from the Great Temple. This accolade is a recognition of the courage of the sacrifice, who has retained the most beautiful grace of the samurai!

Palmus' heart was then thrown into flames and dedicated to the sun god. His body rolled down the stone steps and landed in front of the goddess of the moon. His blood returned to the earth. In the Mexica's rustic view of life and death, this is the most perfect return.

"Son, what's your name?" Kechar smiled as always, facing the next sacrifice.

"I am Talavera of Hirotepec. I will face death calmly, but my soul will not go to the kingdom of God of War. The original god Omete Otel will definitely pick me up!" Tower Lavera's face was calm, and his eyes were full of confidence.

Kechar maintained a smile: "Maybe." He didn't say much, just continued skillfully.

Talavera lay down, closed his eyes, then trembled violently, then was unable to stop, and finally rolled down with the wind.

"Pious Talavera, nobleman of Hirotepec, go to the kingdom of the God of War! After four years, his soul will fly freely according to his own wishes!"

There was another burst of warm cheers, everything was as natural as the law of heaven. The Mexicans simply praise the splendor of death.

"Next." The blue sacrifice staggered over.

"Son, what's your name?" Kechar looked at him kindly, a fat young nobleman.

He gritted his teeth tightly, suppressing the tears in his eyes, but kept silent.

"Son, leave your name, and I will show you the way to the Kingdom of God." Kechar said gently and persuasively.

The nobleman remained silent, never opening his mouth. It seemed that he simply thought that in this way he could escape death.

Kechar frowned slightly. "Continue." He waved his hand, indicating that he would proceed directly to the next step.

The chubby nobleman was pressed on the sacrificial stone, with his chest flat. He collapsed instantly, crying loudly. Ugel's big thick hand pinched his throat, and the crying disappeared immediately, leaving only tears flowing.

The obsidian dagger slashed and cut again. Soon, the crying stopped completely. Then the chubby body dripped with holy liquid and rolled down the steps again.

"Ossantos, the nobleman of Otomi, is going to the kingdom of the God of War!" Kechar chanted briefly, adding a name at will without commenting.

This time, there was no cheering. A cowardly warrior deserves no praise. In the martial society of the Mexica, cowardice is the greatest original sin.

The holy sacrifice continued. Whether it is bravery, calmness, or crying, in the sacrifice of the gods, the ending is already doomed.

The sacrificial ceremony must be presided over by a priest who can communicate with the gods, and this high-level ceremony needs to be presided over by the chief priests. Kechar's movements are precise and fast, and he is the best knife operator.

The sacrifice of each Otomi noble takes 1-3 minutes, and 365 nobles will take a whole day. The sacrifice of the Great Temple will start in the early morning and end at dusk, and the six chief priests in the middle will take turns to hold the sword. The number of high-level sacrifices cannot be arranged too much, because the physical strength of the priests and elders cannot keep up.

The number of sacrifices in the Aztec temples has a special meaning, which corresponds to astronomy and guides human affairs.

Auspicious numbers include: 13, the month of the Tzolkin calendar; 18, the month of the Haab solar calendar; 20, the number of days in each month; 52, the 52-year intersection of the Tzolkin calendar and the Haab solar calendar, symbolizing the next The beginning of reincarnation; 140, the number of days for corn to mature in this era, usually used for a harvest festival.

200, the base number in the traditional concept, the quantitative unit of the samurai squad. 260, the number of days in the Tzolkin calendar; 365, the number of days in the Haab solar calendar; 400, the number of the evil moon goddess and the brothers and sisters of the night; 584, the conjunction cycle of Venus, which symbolizes great disasters; 800, this is already Extremely rare number of sacrifices, usually only in the year of destruction once every 52 years.

In fact, in the more than ten years that Shulot has experienced, the sacrificial ceremonies of the Mexica city-states are very restrained, and each sacrificial ceremony is complicated and symbolic. The god of war sacrifices weapons, the god of rain sacrifices water, the god of fire sacrifices fire, the mother earth sacrifices stones, the god of corn sacrifices flesh, and the god of death sacrifices skin.

During the fifty years of the rise of the Mexica, the total number of sacrifices did not exceed 20,000. This is not like the thousands of blood and cruelty recorded by the Spanish later. That kind of exaggerated description is either to discuss the natural legitimacy of the Spanish conquest, flaunting that they brought civilization to the natives, or the illiterate soldiers are not good at mathematics.

In Schlott's view, the nature of this widespread sacrifice is more like an artificial adjustment of the Malthusian population trap. To reduce the contradiction between limited land production and unlimited population growth. Similar to the chaos cycle of the Celestial Dynasty.

Shulot's gaze was turned away from the Temple of War God. He heard the woman's "woo woo" cry, and the melodious jingle of the ring pendant. So, his gaze turned to the Rain God of the same specification. Two hundred and sixty Otomi girls wept and danced alternately in front of the Rain God Temple.

260 is the number of days in the Tzolkin calendar. 365 and 260, samurai and girl. There is no doubt that these maidens were also part of the sacrifice. The rain god will sacrifice water. The girls were captured from the early days of the Otomi War and underwent more than a year of long ritual training, so that they could face death calmly.

Today, they will wear gorgeous and light clothes, sing songs praising the harvest and the rain god, and present the most beautiful and final dance to the great rain god.

The girls were to play the smile and wrath of Tlaloc, the god of rain. Their arms fluttered like floods, their bodies undulated like hailstones, and their slender feet spun like a storm. At the same time, the face should keep crying, which symbolizes the falling of precious rain. At sunset, they will take a small boat to the center of the sacred lake in Texcoco, where they will actively fall into the bottom of the lake, and remain peaceful forever. Sacrifice to water.

In this sacred ceremony, sacrifices require professional and lengthy training to perform beautiful rituals under the pressure of death. This is why the scale of sacrifices by the Mexica will not be too large.

Shulot closed his eyes slightly, sighed at the fate that was destined to happen, and lamented the greed of the Mexica gods. The call for the Reformation grew stronger in his heart. The time was spent in cheers and singing, until a burst of applause came.

He opened his eyes and saw the familiar giant bear warrior Stanley. He is clad in sturdy leather armor, a sturdy eagle helmet, and a magnificent eagle plumage. His right hand is a sharp baton, and his left hand is a wooden shield intertwined with rattan and feathers, standing majestically in front of the Rain Temple.

On the opposite side of Stanley was a middle-aged Otomi samurai wearing only commoner shorts and holding a sharpened wooden stick. This is the highest-ranking noble among the captured Otomi, with the most noble blood.

Shulot then understood that the warrior's duel ceremony was about to begin. This ritual should have been performed at the Temple of the Dead. But for the king's coronation ceremony, it is still placed in the most conspicuous Rain Temple, adding more exciting links to the ceremony. High priests are actually very flexible in religion, and their belief is more like a tool.

"I am Stanley, a nobleman of the royal family of Tenochtitlan!" Stanley bowed his head, and put his baton across the shield. He was still in great shape.

"I'm Oyeto, a god-born nobleman from Hirotepec City!" Oyeto also bowed his head and held the wooden stick horizontally in front of him.

"You are my beloved son." Stanley looked at Oyeto seriously. It's a centuries-old ritual and a tribute to the fearless warrior.

"You are my beloved father." Oyeto looked at Stanley equally seriously, expressing his respect for the enemy warrior.

The two immediately began to duel. Although, the gap in force and equipment made the result of this duel doomed from the very beginning.

In order to make the fight as long and exciting as possible, Stanley kept defending throughout the long intro. Occasionally, Oyeto's stick would strike Stanley's leather armor with a loud thud. Stanley will show a painful expression in cooperation. Praise and cheers came from under the temple.

Oyeto is indeed an elite warrior. He kept switching steps, attacking Stanley's unshielded right side. Stanley simply blocked with a baton, or stepped sideways and defended with a shield. The Otomi girls spun gracefully around the two of them, dancing briskly. Sometimes they weep in a low voice for the perishable life, and sometimes they sing loudly for the bravery of the warriors.

The strength of the samurai and the softness of the girl, the fierceness of the battle and the relief of the dance are perfectly combined in this way. The distinguished poets in the square were inspired and began to chant loudly.

"I long for the warrior's flowers to never fade! Where can I find beautiful flowers and melodious tunes? I seek under the eyes of the gods, but the earth will never create a gentle spring!"

A poet unrestrainedly sang, tears could not help but fall.

"His resolve never falters, he yearns to die under the blade of obsidian, the splendor of a flower's bloom! He dares to experience the fragrance, freshness, and sweetness of darkness!"

Another poet's praise, and the cheers of everyone in front of the Great Temple.

A samurai's physical strength is always limited, just like a flower blooms only for a while. Soon, when Oyeto could no longer attack, Stanley stopped defending. His stormy attack cut countless shallow wounds on Oyeto's body, and the opponent's actions gradually slowed down due to blood loss. Stanley cut Oyeto's throat quickly with a swift horizontal cut. Then he quickly raised his shield to block it, and bloody flowers bloomed on the shield.

Looking at this most exciting moment, the cheers under the temple boiled to the extreme in an instant! The girls threw themselves on Oyeto's gradually icy body, weeping for the passing of the samurai and their own fate. The fragrance of a maiden mixed with the blood of a warrior, such is the beauty and death of the Mexica.

The shocking duel was over, and Stanley glanced at King Avet who was sitting quietly waiting in the Temple of War. He bowed his head respectfully in that direction. Then, together with the priests, he left with Oyeto's body. The next step is to visit the city.

Behind him, there is the weeping chant of the girls: "God of rain, may your tears water the earth and let all things grow vigorously, and we are buried deep under all things!"

The tour of the city of the samurai has not yet begun, but the tour of the city of the gods is ongoing. Starting from the northern city of Tlatelolco, a cheering procession came in the melody of ocarinas and conch shells, accompanied by the singing of priests.

The parade crowd carried a wooden high platform, and on the high platform was an extremely handsome young man. He is dressed in the attire of the gods and plays a beautiful flute. Looking at the yellow headband on his head and the gleaming obsidian mirror on his body, Shulot knew clearly: this is the incarnation of the original sun Tezcatlipoca.

Around the boy, there are four beautiful girls. They wear costumes that symbolize goddesses and cuddle up next to the boy. Weeping, with a look of admiration and reluctance. They gently stroked the boy's chest, and kissed his handsome cheek affectionately. Along the way, there were screams and heartfelt cheers from countless residents of the capital.

This is the annual primordial sun festival, also incorporated by the priests in the king's enthronement. The handsome boy played the original sun for a year. And a month ago, four beautiful girls were sent into his house. In the pathetic lingering, he knew that the most beautiful bloom was not far away.

Soon, the platform reached the wall of the temple area. The boy played the flute, and walked in gracefully surrounded by the girls and the crowd. His appearance attracted all eyes, nobles and warriors looked at him seriously, this is the last day of the old god. The ladies sighed sadly, leaving tears of beautiful passing away.

After a while, the girls fell to the ground crying goodbye, and the handsome young man smiled and said, "Farewell!"

In front of the majestic blood-colored Great Temple, he climbed up the long stone steps alone, smashing the flute in his hand, and there was a crisp cracking sound from the pottery pipe. The priests sang, welcoming the return of the original sun. The sacrifices in the War God Temple were temporarily suspended, and even the girls in the Rain God Temple stopped crying. At this moment, he is the only protagonist.

"The original sun, thank you for giving way to the god of war. In the name of the sun god, welcome back to the eternal kingdom of God!" Kechar bowed his head respectfully, smiling like a kind spring breeze. Ugel just bowed slightly.

The boy nodded gracefully. Then she took off her gorgeous robe, revealing her perfect figure, and lay quietly on the sacrificial stone.

"My child, soon. You will soon go to the divine kingdom of the sun and enjoy peace and beauty forever." Kechar smiled and poured a small cup of powerful holy water into the boy's mouth. Soon, the boy showed an irresistible beautiful smile, waiting happily for his return.

This time, the slash of the obsidian dagger was accompanied by overwhelming cheers and high-pitched prayers. The heart of the old god was once again offered to the new god. The corpse of the old god was given preferential treatment, and he would be reduced to dust in the flames. And tomorrow, a new handsome primordial sun will be elected again. Going back and forth like this year after year, this is the movement of the gods!

The sacred ceremony finally reached its climax. Wearing a full set of Scarlet Sun suits, King Avet stepped out majestically from the Temple of War God. The coronation is now!

Xiulot stood at the flat chief palace, watching all this with emotion. In the hearts of the Mexica, there is a deep-rooted reverence for the beauty of nature and art, and their force is subject to strict social constraints and moral control. So the light alternates with blood, and the beauty sings of death.

This is the splendid and bloody Aztec civilization! This is the Mexica of flowers and beauty, dance and poetry, war and sacrifice, sun and blood!

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