Aztec Eternals

The early morning prayer sounded in the capital city in the lake, praising the light of the Lord God. The curling smoke rises into the sky, changing mysterious shapes, telling the omens of the gods.

After chatting for a while, Xiulot exited his grandfather's bedroom. He raised his head, stood in the spacious high priest's mansion, and looked at the cloudy sky. The fate of mortals, like swaying cooking smoke, is scattered into the sky of the great age, and they can no longer control themselves

After counting breaths, the young king smiled calmly. He glanced at Berthard and Naxiu who were standing on both sides, and ordered in a deep voice.

"Let's go, go to the prison of the priesthood and judge the fate of the rebels!"

"Follow your will!"

Under the protection of dozens of Imperial Guard warriors, Xiulot stopped walking and left the High Priest's Mansion in two steps. A group of people walked in the direction of the Great Temple for a quarter of an hour before arriving at the prison of the priesthood.

The prison of the priesthood is located in the center of the temple area, in the temple of the God of Sin, very close to the great temple where the ritual is held. The people held in this prison are all the sacrificial offerings of the descendants of the gods scheduled in the Great Temple Ceremony, and they are precious gifts that will be presented to the gods. Therefore, the security of the prison was very tight, and there were hundreds of temple warriors guarding the inside and outside.

Seeing the coming banner, a middle-aged priest wearing a feather crown hurried out of the temple. He had high cheekbones, a gloomy and stern expression, and horrible tattoos on his cheeks, which made people shudder. It wasn't until he saw Shulot that he squeezed out a smile on his cold face and bowed his head in salute.

"The lord god blesses! Sovereign priest, I salute you!"

"The Lord God blesses you! Chief Priest Yao Ke, I salute you!"

Xiulot returned the salute with a smile, his expression was gentle, and his words were quite polite.

Although the middle-aged priest in front of him was only a fourth-level chief priest, he came from a long-standing priest family. The meaning of Yao (Yao) is fighting and hostility, and it is an important branch of priests of the god of war. They managed the prison for generations, were responsible for guarding the sacrificed captives, served the gods wholeheartedly, and had a relatively independent status. With the expansion of the influence of the high priests, Yao Ke's position as the chief priest has become more and more important, which can be compared to the ancient Sikou in the Celestial Dynasty.

The two greeted each other a few words before getting to the point. Chief Priest Yao Ke looked solemn and spoke in a deep voice.

"Respected Patriarch Shulot, many prisoners of war and rebels who were sentenced to sacrifice have been held in the prison of the evil god. Recently, the high priests severely punished the rebellious nobles of Tracopan, and they also escorted them to I don’t know the hundreds of sacrifices of the descendants of the gods, which one do you want to visit?”

"Respected Chief Priest Yao Ke, I am here this time to visit the rebel nobleman from the Western Kingdom, the head of the Zicao patriarch Gulamo."

Xiu Luote did not change his face, but silently clenched his hands.

"Oh, Gulamo! It's the one who transferred from the kingdom's secret guard not long ago. That guy, that guy"

Speaking of this, Chief Priest Yao Ke frowned, and stopped talking. After counting breaths, he shook his head slightly.

"Master Suzerain, let me take you to see it myself!"

"Um?"

Shulot raised his brows thoughtfully. He asked the guards to stand guard outside the temple, and only took Botard and Naxiu, and followed Chief Priest Yao Ke to the inside of the prison.

As soon as he entered the prison, the strong smell of blood and sweat came to his nostrils, making him dizzy. There are many narrow and solid stone railings in the prison, and they are all filled to the brim at the moment, filled with dusty-faced male nobles. Some of them looked numb, some looked desperate, some whispered in fear, some roared angrily, and a few of them remained calm all the time.

Seeing Chief Priest Yao Ke coming in, the nobles in the stone fence suddenly boiled. Many people gathered in front of the stone railing, begged loudly, and swore in the name of the Lord God, promising various benefits.

"My lord, these are the nobles from Tracopan."

Chief Priest Yao Ke turned his head slightly and explained. Then, with a stern expression on his face, he glanced fiercely at the sacrifice whose fate had long been destined, and then took the lead to go deep.

Seeing the chief priest of the prison who ignored him, the nobles in the stone fence became more desperate, even hysterical. Someone recognized Xiulot's identity and shouted loudly. Soon, crazy curses sounded from the stone railing, mixed with venomous curses towards the high priest.

After listening for a moment, Shulot felt a killing intent in his heart. With a livid face, he clenched the obsidian dagger at his waist, glanced at the dying noble sacrifice, and slowly suppressed his killing intent. The warriors guarding the prison yelled loudly and jabbed vigorously into the stone railing with blunt wooden sticks, only then did the almost crazy nobles stop for a while.

Chief Priest Yao Ke was used to seeing nothing, and kept on stepping. He opened the dungeon on the inner side of the prison, walked down steadily, and finally stopped by a blood-stained stone railing, and pointed at the skinny figure curled up in the corner of the stone railing.

"Master Suzerain, this is the Zicao patriarch Gulamo."

"Thank you, Chief Priest Yao Ke."

Xiulot nodded. Then, with deep eyes, he stared at the people in the corner by the dim torch in the dungeon. The other party hugged his legs and lowered his head, unable to see his face clearly.

"Please also open the stone fence, I want to interrogate myself."

"Follow you."

Chief Priest Yao Ke waved his hand, and two prison guards stepped forward and untied the sisal rope lock on the outside of the stone fence. Then, the two guards worked together to open the heavy prison door. Afterwards, Chief Priest Yao Ke looked solemn, pointed to the offerings in the stone railing, and solemnly reminded them.

"Sovereign priest, please be careful during the interrogation. When the alliance secret guards sent the person, they told the prison that the martial arts of the sacrifice was extremely good, and he had taken too much holy water, and he was in a state of complete madness. In other words, this It is a pure human beast that has not withstood the test, its soul has been destroyed by divine power."

"Taking too much holy water? Humanoid beast"

Hearing this, Shulot's heart sank. Afterwards, he expressed his gratitude to Chief Priest Yao Ke.

"Dear Chief Priest Yao Ke, Gulamo is the mastermind of my assassination. I want to interrogate him alone."

"Follow you."

Chief Priest Yao Ke nodded clearly. He took the guards and retreated a dozen steps away. Only then did Shulot lead Botard into the narrow stone fence, while Naxiu stood guard by the door.

Hearing the noise, the figure curled up in the stone railing suddenly raised his head. He stared at the leader, Shulot, with fierce eyes, like a crazy beast.

Xiulot tightly held the dagger in his hand, his eyes seemed to be burning. He stared at the figure on the ground silently, without saying a word. Although the other party's face was pale, with a ferocious expression, and his face was thin and out of shape, his undisguised handsome appearance and Medina's eyebrows and eyes still proved his identity without a doubt.

"Gula Mo."

Shulot paused every word, and slowly spit out three words from his chest. The flames of anger rose in his chest, making his face boil with murderous intent. He thought again of the withered and moving rose, and also of the deep kiss and parting near death.

After a while, he looked into Guramo's eyes, and spoke coldly with the pleasure of revenge.

"Guramo, do you regret it now?"

"Hehe, hehe, hehehe"

Hearing the sound, Gulamo stared at it for a moment, then suddenly grinned and laughed out loud. His voice was hoarse and harsh, like a dying drake. Then, he suddenly stretched out his hand, widened his eyes, and screamed frantically at the person in front of him.

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