Aztec Eternals

The blazing sun continued to rise, emitting infinite light and heat, shining on the magnificent Great Temple Pyramid. The shadow cast by the pyramid gradually shrunk, leaving only the deep darkness inside the temple. The figure of the elder disappeared in the darkness, the arm of the high priest was raised in the light, and the ceremony gradually reached its climax!

One after another, the blue sacrifices stepped onto the high platform, and bursts of warm cheers resounded through the sky. Sun God opened his eyes indifferently. He gazes at the bright colors and appreciates the picture scroll of life; he sucks the curling smoke and asks for the tribute of the soul; he licks the burning flame and devours the sacrifices of flesh and blood. Finally, under the high-pitched chanting of the priests, He let out a sigh of satisfaction, shaking the world like thunder, and sent the incarnation to the world!

"Boom, boom, boom!.."

On the gun mount made of pure gold, three thick brand-new wooden cannons were aimed at the sky and ignited, and a shocking roar burst out suddenly! The wind of the cannon swept across, and the banners of the three gods fluttered behind the cannon mount. Three images of Vitzilopochtli are painted in sequence on the banner: the main god sitting on the throne, the sun god wearing a golden crown, and the war god holding lightning. This symbolizes that the wooden cannon in front of him is an artifact bestowed by the gods!

The violent gunfire brought awe-inspiring power, shaking the sky, shaking the earth, and the surroundings were silent! All the people in the square fell to the ground instantly, in awe of the gods, and the envoys from various countries also knelt down in fear and saluted. The high priest then announced loudly.

"Praise the lord god! The incarnation of the sun god, Grand Tratoani of the Alliance, the supreme king, come to the ceremony!"

With a grim expression on his face, Avit walked to the edge of the Great Temple Pyramid holding the scepter in his hand. He is dressed in kingly attire painted with the sun, with a fine obsidian feather crown on his head, and a magnificent cloak inlaid with gemstones on his back. For today's ceremony, he came to the side hall next to the Great Temple very early to prepare. It was not until the Immortal Elder was gone that he appeared as the only king.

At this very moment, the king climbed to the highest peak, looked down at the crowd like ants, and enjoyed the kneeling and admiration of all the people. A faint smile traced the corners of his mouth. He glanced around the pyramid, the thick wooden cannons that were still smoking, and the royal gunners who were busy loading, and nodded secretly.

"This roaring wooden cannon can shake people's hearts! It is suitable for use in ceremonies to declare the majesty of the royal family!"

Ever since he saw the power of wooden cannons for the first time, Avit has completely fallen in love with this new type of weapon. Rather, he admired the loud roar of the explosion.

In the eyes of the king who rules people's hearts, the power of the wooden cannon itself is not amazing. However, in this ignorant age of devotional gods, if the wooden cannon is covered with a divine coat, as an artifact bestowed by the gods, it can directly hit the hearts of the people on the battlefield, and accomplish tasks that are difficult for thousands of warriors to complete! This time when fighting against the Tlaxcala Legion, the roar of the wooden cannon successfully hit the opponent's morale. And the empty cannons in the festival can also shock all peoples and states!

Avit looked majestic and looked down for nearly a moment. The crowd in the square also remained motionless, prostrate in awe for a long time. It was not until he saw that the gunners were loaded that the king held up his scepter and shouted sharply.

"Blessed by the Lord God, the battle of the gods is victorious! I offer the most precious sacrifice to the supreme Lord God! That is the king of Tarasco, Kasongqi of the Prepecha people, the god-born king Suangua!"

"Sacrifice the King of Tarasco, Suangwa!.Boom, boom, boom.!".

Hundreds of priests chanted in unison, followed by three cannon shots like the roar of gods. The community priests shouted the will of God, and the 250,000 people in the capital gradually became quiet.

Then, the distant bamboo flute sounded at the end of the main road. Surrounded by nearly a hundred warriors, fully forty strong men carried a wide wooden platform on their shoulders, and slowly approached from several miles away. They walked past the houses of the common people, the gardens of the nobles, and the pyramids of the priests. Under the eyes of tens of thousands and the enthusiastic shouts of the people, they finally came to the temple square!

Xiusoke clenched the spear, opened his eyes wide, and looked at the wooden platform that was getting closer.

I saw a silent young man sitting upright on the gorgeous wooden platform, surrounded by four beautiful young priestesses. He was wearing Tarasco's Condor Royal Garment and a forked Kingdom Feather Crown. Although his expression was pale, he still carried the power of a long-time superior. Under the guidance of the priest, the wooden platform deliberately circled around the area where the envoys gathered, causing bursts of shocked low sighs.

"Really, it's really King Suangwa of Tarasco!"

"He was captured here alive, as a sacrifice for the alliance!"

"The Kingdom of Tarasco, which has been strong for two hundred years, ended up like this!"

"Ah, Your Majesty!"

The wooden platform slowly passed by, Su Angua lowered his head and did not move, as if he had fallen asleep. He didn't open his eyes again until he walked through the blue sacrificial procession and heard an uncontrollable familiar cry. Familiar and unfamiliar figures of Tarasco nobles appeared and disappeared in front of the king's eyes, making his dead eyes turbulent again.

"The descendants of the kingdom, the king of the eagle, go to the kingdom of God together, and face the ancient ancestors, how good!"

The wooden platform slowly walked to the front of the Great Temple, and then landed heavily. Su Angua smiled miserably, got up from the wooden platform, and calmly met his doomed fate. Step by step, he climbed up to the 60-meter pyramidal temple; step by step, he passed hundreds of priests and warriors. All the way to the last step, the raging holy flame reflected his pale and calm face. Not far away, Avit held his feather crown high, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, like a sun god who welcomed him with joy.

Su Angua turned his head and watched the sun rise into the sky, but there were no clouds for thousands of miles. Then, his eyes followed the sunlight downward, shining on the tens of thousands of tiny people under the pyramid. Tens of thousands of faces looked up at him with excitement and expectation. In the heart of King Tarakos, there was a kind of understanding of fate. He suddenly recalled a long time ago, when he watched the "House of Wind" sacrifice, he had a flash of thought.

"It turns out that the well-known sacrificial ceremony of the Mexica people looks like this! I actually saw the spectacular New Year's ceremony in this way."

Su Angua suppressed the sadness in his heart, and scanned the sacrifice line for a long time. He saw his sons, the royal brothers, but not the diminutive figure of Chatigny. King Tarracos nodded silently, and finally climbed the last step, facing the king of Mexica for the first time.

"King of Tarasco, blood of the condor, Suangwa, salute you! King of Mexica."

Su Angua lowered his head, clenched his fists in his chest, and performed the etiquette of meeting a king.

"The master of the world, the blood of the main god, Avitsotel, accept your compliments! The former king of Tarasco."

Avit's figure was straight, his arms didn't move, he just nodded slightly. The joy of revenge turned into a smile at the corner of his mouth, filling his chest!

"Suangua Kasongchi, remember your promise!"

"Well, the king of Mexica, please remember your promise."

Avit nodded slightly. Then, he finally couldn't help holding up his magic staff, and laughed out loud, with an uncontrollable joy in his laughter!

"Haha, hahaha!"

Right in front of Avit, Su Angua knelt down slowly, without being forced by any warriors, and without taking any medicine!

"King Tarasco, Suangua, surrender! The king of Mexica is the master of the world! This is the promise of the Lord God!"

The high priest watched all this closely, and then shouted sharply. Soon, hundreds of priests repeated the story, followed by 5,000 warriors and tens of thousands of city residents. Waves of sound swept outward one by one, accompanied by the shouts of the crowd, from the temple in the center of the capital to the edge of the floating island in the lake.

"The king of Mexica is the master of the world!"

Hundreds of thousands of people in the capital fell into a complete frenzy. A deafening shout rose from under the pyramid, making Avit's smile even brighter. He laughed and reached out to grab Su Angua's hair. Then, he looked serious, stared at the other party's humiliated and angry eyes, and said lightly.

"The sun god is stern but also kind. Su Angua, do you have anything else to say before you go to the kingdom of God?"

Hearing this, Su Angua closed his eyes, thought for a while, and then recited with a sigh.

"I have always compared myself to a condor, not a mediocre ratfish, but the kingdom perishes in my hands!

Ah, I gallop through the water in a great boat! The ship was damaged when it hit the rocks, and the heavy rain caused wind and waves. The crocodile opened its mouth to bite back, and the cardinal fled in panic. Only the loyal hummingbird fell before me, and the withered wings are sad.

Ah, then I knew: This is the three gods wanting me to be defeated, it is definitely not the fault of the failure of the battle, it is just the final chapter of fate! "

Listening to the king's last poem, Avit was slightly moved. With a wave of his hand, a priest took out a pen and paper and wrote down a shorthand of poetry.

"Suangua, don't worry! Your poems will be sung in the epic, immortalized together with the exploits of the Mexica. Now, my old acquaintance, please let me personally send you to the Kingdom of God!"

Su Angua nodded. He took off his royal clothes and the traditional feather crown, and with a calm expression, he went to the sacrificial stone and lay down. Five priests and elders skillfully held down his hands and feet, and pressed down his body. Then Avit personally raised the obsidian dagger and drew a shining arc!

"ah!."

The bright sun quickly dimmed in an instant, and the cloudless sky could not see the end of the deep. Su Angua trembled violently for a while, and his eyes completely lost focus. His soul turned into a wisp of blue smoke, flying along the deep sky to the distant kingdom of God, to the lost ancestors.

"The descendant of the Glueman, the respected and honored Tarasco Kasongchi, the qincongcan god-born king Suangua, has gone to the kingdom of the sun god!"

The high priest shouted passionately, and the holy announcement echoed in the temple.

"He left a last verse: I will follow the will of the sun god and face the defeat of the god war calmly. The people of Prepecha are destined to join the alliance. This is the final chapter of fate! Praise him, heroic king! Before he died, he converted to the Lord God, and he will enjoy peace forever in the Kingdom of God!"

The high priest's chanting spread far and wide, triggering cheers like landslides and tsunamis again, as well as almost crazy prayers!

Avit watched Suangua's rolling corpse, smelled the blood on his nose, and let out a deep sigh. At this moment, when he saw the old man's bright red on his left hand, he was inexplicably disappointed, and his sentimentality disappeared in a flash.

"Your Majesty, this poem?"

The priest holding the pen wrote quickly, and recorded the High Priest's version of Su Angua's posthumous poem again. Then, looking at two different versions of the poem, he asked the king for his decision.

Hearing this, Avit's expression became serious, and he regained his composure in an instant. He took out the manuscript of the poem from the hands of the priest, read it for the last time, shook his head slightly, and threw himself into the burning holy fire.

"Just as the high priest said, record the epic and sing it to the world!"

The following sacrifices were the same as before, grand and brilliant, bloody and gorgeous, fanatical and unforgettable. The ceremonial sacrifice of the duel between the nobles, the dance sacrifice of the weeping girls, the performance sacrifice of the main god, and the harvest sacrifice on the lake. Also took away the old dream of the kingdom of Tarasco.

Waves of sound echoed in the wide square. There are excited cheers from nobles, heroic roars from warriors, sincere hymns from commoners, and fearful screams from foreigners. When the sun is slowly setting to the west and the sky is reflecting red clouds, the ritual will temporarily stop.

Avit solemnly raised his scepter, and the shouts of the priests sounded at the right time.

"The Sun God showed a red smile. He is satisfied with the sacrifice of the noble! Now, all the nations of the alliance pay tribute to the king! All the ministries of the world, pay tribute to the king!"

Under the guidance of the samurai, envoys from all the states of the alliance went forward one after another to present this year's tribute to the supreme king. When they walked in front of the pyramid and glanced at the head of Queus, they were excited and proud of the strength of the alliance; when they saw the head of Tepetel hanging for a while, they felt fearful and awed by the strength of the king.

Xiusoke's expression was solemn, solidified like a sculpture. The aristocratic envoys from all the countries in the alliance passed by his side, their gazes were both in awe and alienation. It wasn't until Balda, who was sealed off in the lake, passed by that he stopped for a while, bowing his head respectfully to the deputy head. Xiu Suoke nodded slightly in return.

Following the team of envoys, Barda boarded the magnificent Great Pyramid. On the platform in the middle, he presented the tribute of the kingdom in the lake: a pair of solid bronze armor, a close-fitting bronze dagger, two sacrificial brass sacrificial vessels, two boxes of huge shining pearls, There are also several pieces from the ancient collection of the royal family of Tarasco. Then, the eagle warrior took out a thick paper roll and handed it to the king's personal guard, on which the details of the large tribute were recorded.

Soon, Avit on the pyramid unfolded the scroll. He just glanced around, and when he saw the words "six thousand catties of copper material", he raised his stick and nodded in satisfaction. Balda then fell on the ground, paid homage to the standing king, and then turned around and turned back.

The tributes of the alliance states are the same as in previous years, which can be divided into exquisite tributes to the royal family and large tributes to the alliance. Not long after the establishment of the feudal kingdom in the lake, food, wood and stone were in short supply. The tribute required by the alliance is mainly the copper material that is a specialty of the lake area and has a wide range of uses.

Then came the foreign envoys from all over the world. Dressed in various attire, they climbed up the pyramid to offer gifts with respectful expressions. Different from the envoys in the alliance, these foreign envoys were afraid when they saw the head of Queus held high, and they were afraid of the strength of the alliance; when they saw the head of Tepetel hanging up, their fear turned into fear. to the cruelty of the Mexica.

According to the relationship of kinship, the first to pay tribute is the loyal vassals of the alliance, the Chunthars and the Vastecs. Then came the disloyal vassals, the Mixtec Alliance.

The Mixtec envoy carefully delivered a huge wooden plank. Avitt inspected briefly and nodded slightly. Mixtec not only made up all the tribute owed during the Western Expedition, but also donated a large amount of feathers, dyes, spices, fruits, gold and gems from the rainforest. The king raised his scepter expressionlessly, and the other party felt relieved, and bowed to the ground to pay respects.

The same goes for the Zapotecs and the Trapanics. For these disloyal vassals, Avit has already remembered it in his heart, but it is not yet time to settle accounts. Until the Ottopan envoys paid tribute on behalf of the Ottomi people, and humbly surrendered to pay homage. There was a faint smile on the king's face, and he thought of his long-lost brother.

"Tisok, my elder brother, the Otomi have surrendered to me."

After the subjects, came the Gentiles. The first is the revered holy city of Cholula. Then came the Totonacs by the sea.

"The descendant of the glue man, the envoy of Totonac, has an audience with the king of Mexica, and pays tribute to the jade ring inherited from the ancestor of the glue man! This is the god of the last era!"

Qingyue's chanting sounded loudly. The high priest held up an ancient pan-topaz ring and showed it to the crowd. Afterwards, the jade ring was packed in a silver box and carefully sent to the temple for collection.

The annual tributes of the Totonac are ancient artifacts. They occupy the ruins of the Olmec civilization, and there are as many ancient cultural relics as there are, and they are sold from time to time. This kind of tribute is free and free, and the Mexica Alliance is willing to accept it, which is more cost-effective than paying a large amount of gold, silver, cotton cloth, spices, and food.

What's more, even if the real ancient cultural relics are used up, it is completely possible to make cultural relics by yourself. Of course, in the face of a powerful alliance, the Totonac people will not risk offending the king, and all the tributes are genuine products.

This year’s festival was extraordinarily grand, with hundreds of foreign envoys, the largest number ever. The noble chiefs of the northern and southern Tekos tribes, the headmen of the dog descendants of the plateau, the patriarchs of the eastern rainforest, and even the Mayan merchants as envoys came on stage to present gifts!

The last gift was made by the envoys of the Eastern Tlaxcalans. This is also the first time that the Tlaxcalans have sent envoys to the Alliance after decades. The envoy, dressed in a costume similar to that of the Mexica, bowed his head and kowtowed humbly. He offered his precious tribute, and then raised his hands high, offering a wooden board covered with patterns. Avit took it for inspection, but it turned out to be an atlas of summation.

"Praise the god of war in Mexica! Present the noble lady, present the princess Tarasco, withdraw the border army and kowtow to the ground for peace."

"Haha, come to court from all directions, the overlord of the world!"

Avit laughed boldly. At this moment, he is the supreme king who overwhelms the world! The Mexica Alliance controls a population of 4 million subjects from various states, and nominally vassalizes 3 million people from various ministries of the Quartet. It is reaching its peak under his rule! And he, Avit, is the Grand Tratoani of the Alliance, the master of the world with seven million people!

Amid hearty laughter, the king stood on the top of the high temple, watching the sun go west. The sky and the ground in front of me are a vast and bright red, like the magnificent kingdom of God in mythology. As the incarnation of the sun god, he looked down at the "ant colony" on the ground, and once again held up his scepter!

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Three cannon blasts shook the sky, sending the sun away respectfully, and also made countless "ant colonies" kneel and bow their heads, turning into waves at the feet of the king.

"I am the incarnation of the Lord God, and I am the only king, mastering the sky, the earth and the lake!"

Avet shouted up to the sky, holding the divine staff high in his hand, and the people prostrate at his feet. There are two balls of flames in his eyes, which will burn all over the sea and burn the whole world!