Aztec Eternals

The red sun hangs westward, soaking the cloudy clouds on the zenith, and descending on the red kingdom. The warriors gathered, kneeling on the blood-stained soil, waiting for the final sacrifice. The priest accompanying the army blew Tao Yun, and the desolate and distant music echoed between the heaven and the earth. And Xiulot solemnly changed into the sacrificial attire, and chanted loudly, leading the grandfather's soul to the Kingdom of God.

A moment later, the raging holy flame was lit on the top of the tall pyramid. The flames gradually intensified, licking the coffin of the high priest, and a faint blue smoke rose. Dozens of priests chanted in unison, praying for the guidance of the Lord God, and entrusting the blessings of the living.

The Mexica Confederacy preserves ancient tribal traditions, and like the tribes of the Wilderness, venerate sacred cremation. The smoke and dust of the burning body means that the soul goes to the kingdom of God. Of course, in this era, due to the low burning temperature, all cremations will have remains for the mourning of relatives.

After finishing his prayer, Shulot stood in front of the high priest's coffin. He watched his beloved relatives slowly disappear in the flames. The fire devoured the silver hair of the grandfather, consumed the robes of the high priest, and then made everything blurred. Grandpa's smile disappeared quietly, and he only lived in his memory ever since.

On the calm face of the king, there was a deep sense of reluctance and sadness.

Farewell to life and death, helplessness in life, always makes people heartbroken. His heart was suddenly tightened, and he felt palpitations and pain that he had never felt before. In his eyes, two lines of clear tears slowly flowed down, wet the clothes on his body. Strong emotions surged in his heart, but it was not the laughter and shouts like before, but deep grief and lovesickness. At this moment, he finally accepted his grandfather's departure, but he still had a lot of words that he wanted to confide in.

"Tuk tuk. Tuk."

The desolate sound echoed, like a long wind on the wasteland, and like an ancient call. Shulot raised the obsidian dagger, and in front of the burning coffin, in the pool of blood of the corpse, he danced the funeral sacrificial dance and sang a mournful farewell song.

"When I see the world, it is like falling leaves, drifting and changing, irresistible!

I see my beloved, rising like morning dew, reflecting the moon in the water, untouchable! .”

The deep lovesickness, with long-lasting memories, hit the king's heart and made his eyes moist. He looked at the blue smoke rising in front of him, as if he was watching the soul of the deceased, silently going to the nine heavens. He danced the sacrificial dance, chanting heartily, crying blood and heartache.

". Time is like water. Once gone, it will never come back.

The dead are like the wind, in a blink of an eye they disappear like smoke,

Once parted, never see each other again! "

At this point, the king bowed his head slightly, weeping. All the generals wept when they heard the mourning. Hei Lang fell to the ground, crying loudly. Naxiu covered her mouth and sobbed softly. Berthard closed his eyes, tears running down the corners of his eyes. Feather geese lamented, bowed their heads and saluted with tears

".Walking on a mountain road with a heavy load, hesitantly falls to the bottom of the valley."

Shulot's voice gradually became low. The road of the king is doomed to be difficult and lonely, and can only be climbed alone. He had realized it a long time ago, but he always hoped that such a day would come later.

".Sitting at the bottom of the valley, looking at the sky, the stars are shining, and the wind is blowing."

Bits of rain fell from the sky and hit the king's face, mixed with tears, like a blessing from the kingdom of God. And the raging fire burned relentlessly, rising black smoke pillars, connecting with the dark sky, like a ladder into the dark. Amidst water and fire, smoke and clouds, the king looked up at the sky and danced the last sacrificial dance to bid farewell to the departed soul.

".Plum rain tears like dew, and maple leaf smiles until it dies.

The cherry blossoms return late, and the other shore is not seen.

Call the other side, it's dark. People can't sleep, bugs fly.

The mayflies are in the morning and evening, and the cicadas are mourning. The lights in the Ashes, the heights of the moon clouds"

The burning fire gradually became smaller and almost burned out, leaving only a few bones. Shulot stepped forward, silently watching his grandfather leave the last trace. There is infinite desolation in his heart, and there is sadness of farewell, intertwined and turned into the last whisper.

".The clouds are high and the sky is boundless, and the moon falls and is buried in the fire. When I was a child, my dreams warm my heart, and I can only see them again in my dreams."

"Grandfather, I will be fine. You are in the Kingdom of God, and you must be fine. If you have time, go to your grandson's dream and meet me again."

After all, Xiulot knelt down, respectfully, and kowtowed nine times to the remains. Then, he carefully collected his grandfather's remains and put them in the immortal silver box.

The setting sun is gradually setting, and through the dark clouds in the sky, it emits the last twilight. Holding the silver box in his hand, the king stared at the sinking sky, then at the sanctuaries that had burned most of them, and gave an order in a low and calm voice.

"Wang Ling: The imperial guards searched the entire city. Count the civilians in the city and escort them back to Shuigu City in a team of a hundred! All the descendants of gods, nobles and priests captured will be sacrificed on the spot! Order soldiers to bury the corpses to avoid epidemics .Send senior warriors to search the priest’s mansion, and take away the inheritance and fetish.”

"The rest of the generals, count the legions, gather the warriors, and go out tomorrow. All villages and towns within fifty miles outside the city, burn them! All young men and women, move them! If there is any resistance, kill them all!!"

"Follow the order! Your Highness, your will is an ordinary life!"

All the generals fell to the ground, saluted together, and obeyed orders respectfully, not daring to disobey in the slightest.

Shulot nodded slightly, and finally glanced at the burning sanctuary. Then, holding the silver box in his hand, he walked down the towering Great Pyramid stepping on the bloody sunset, never looking back.

One day later, the Mexica Legion made a big move, and the whole city of Cholula, Great Socholula, was divided and scattered, sweeping the entire Cholula state. Soon, streaks of black smoke rose under the dark sky, forming a single patch on the horizon. Dozens of villages and towns were burning, and tens of thousands of Tlaxcalans were howling, and were driven by the Mexica warriors to the city of Water Valley fifty miles to the southwest.

Black smoke rose all over the sky, and boundless blood fell. The king's banner of the black wolf moved again, and under the escort of thousands of imperial guards, it returned to the southern important town. And behind the army going south is the burning capital of the gods, the holy city of Cholula.

"At the beginning of June, the high priest died in the holy city of Cholula, and was murdered by the priests of the holy city. The king was so angry that he attacked the city of Cholula and set fire to it. All the noble warriors of the gods, as well as the young militiamen, totaled two Thousands of people. The blood of the twelve priests’ families was cut off. Then, the Southern Route Army plundered the surrounding area for fifty miles, arrested Dingkou for half a month, and then killed four thousand nobles, warriors and militias. Burned Cholula, captured young and strong Men and women, a total of 120,000 people.

Within half a month, of the 200,000 people in Cholula, 30,000 were killed, 120,000 were taken into captivity, and only 40,000 to 50,000 old and weak fled. The prosperous and prosperous Cholula state has been emptied, turned into a deserted and dead land, full of dead silence"

The news of the destruction of the holy city of Cholula, like meteors falling from the sky, suddenly bombarded under the mountain of Yanfeng Mountain, stirring up dust all over the sky. Countless messengers from various states ran at high speed, carrying terrifying information, spreading like waves. And all the Nahua ministries in the world, hearing this, were all terrified and terrified! The name of the god of death has spread throughout the world, even across the rainforest, and is known to all Mayan tribes.

The poems in this chapter are written by myself. Well, the sacrificial poem I wrote before.(ˇˇ)