Chapter 184: Shulots prophecy, the weakness of the God King
"Xulot, my son, I am already old!... I have experienced everything I should have experienced and enjoyed... Rather than see you humiliated and imprisoned in the cage of this capital like me,
…It’s better to let me go to the Kingdom of God as soon as possible to eliminate your weaknesses and prevent you from being hampered by fragile emotions…”
"Father! You are old, but I am still young... I can wait, and I am ready to wait patiently... What's more, my brothers and sisters are too young!... They are all very young and have just arrived in this world.
In the world. They have never seen the vastness of the world, and have not experienced the joys and sorrows of life... If they are allowed to be so ignorant and face such a cruel ending... I really can't bear it..."
"Your younger brothers and sisters...Xulot, there is nothing that cannot be sacrificed for the inheritance of the Holy City!...Your grandfather, me, and your younger brothers and sisters can all be sacrificed!..."
"Father! I came back to the royal capital this time, not only for you, but also for the Mexica world! This world, at this critical moment, really cannot withstand a devastating civil war. And for the supreme right.
, Avitt was ready to launch a civil war... In fact, I was already ready to accept imprisonment, but I didn't expect that his methods would be so sharp, urgent and rough, without any mercy..."
"Hey! The eagle is trapped in a cage, and the sun is trapped in the valley... Everything is an impermanent fate, and only infinite time can take away everything!"
The large empty study room echoed with the dialogue between the father and son. The abstract drawings and drawings were like ancient imprints from the tribe, silently surrounding the father and son standing opposite each other.
His father, Shusok, stooped slightly and raised his head slightly, looking at his son Shulot, who was a little taller than him. He used to be so tall and strong! He could easily lift the young Shulot.
Putting it on his shoulders, he plays the role of a brave running jaguar. But now, standing in front of his tall and strong son, he seems to be on the contrary, a bit like a skinny and shriveled child...
"Time! It is such a wonderful existence... It can change everything, make the weak become strong, and make the strong die. It uses the divinity of growth, aging and death to shape all gods and mortals one by one.
!….It always goes away and never comes back, bringing eternal sleep and death, never caring about the identity and bloodline of the deceased…As for the divinity and law of time! No god can hold it in his hands.
…”
His father, Xiu Suoke, was silent for a moment and whispered a poem with complicated emotions. After these years of experience, he no longer needed to look at the collection of poems left by his son. Instead, he had become a veritable Mexican
The poet was studying abroad. Then, he looked at the tall and steady eldest son, and couldn't help but reach out his hand, touch the heroic and mature face, and murmured to himself.
"It's so similar! It's so similar!..."
"Uh? Father? Like?..."
"Yes! You look pretty and handsome, just like your mother, and like me when I was young! But the heroic look in your eyebrows, and the calm and powerful posture, are like my father when I was a child, that is,
What your grandfather looked like in middle age!…”
Father Xiu Suoke sighed with emotion, with a bit of sadness on his face. He felt the vagaries of fate, and deeply realized the infinite power from time. This is something that no respected descendant of the gods or any immortal elder can resist.
the power of!
"Who can control time? Not the ancient gods, nor the young gods... The gods are powerless, let alone the living beings in the world?... Ordinary civilians can't, nor can the respected nobles and priests... Even those who are high above us can't control time.
, neither can the once-powerful God King! He will grow old, die, and will eventually be unable to resist time! In fact, the more diligently and deeply he thinks, the faster his remaining time will go!…
Therefore, the God of Time disappears in the wind! I am willing to use my time to exchange for him..."
His father, Xiu Suoke, had a calm face and recited poems in a low voice, as if he was uttering a curse on life in a dark place. And after the incantation-like poem that was difficult to hear clearly, Xiu Suoke took a long breath,
He looked at his son solemnly and said aloud.
"Xulot, it is easy for you to enter this capital. But it will be difficult for you to get out!... My child, you must be prepared, maybe ten years, maybe twenty years... Patience always comes
It was abundant at the beginning, but not a drop was left at the end, just like the ambition and pride of the past!…”
"Ten years? Twenty years?..."
After hearing his father's words, Shulot was silent for a few moments and shook his head seriously. He looked at his vicissitudes of father candidly and spoke of the drastic changes that were about to happen in a very affirmative tone.
"Father, do you still remember the prophecy I once mentioned to my grandfather? About the white-skinned evil spirit appearing from the eastern sea, bringing plague, thunder, ships, giant beasts and death..."
"This is what the gods inspired me, and it is a real future!...The world is about to change, and I have also made arrangements in the East China Sea. My time in the capital may be much shorter than you think...I only need
Wait patiently, live patiently..."
"The prophecy of the white-skinned demon?..."
Hearing this, his father Xiusote raised his brows and stared at his divine son with solemn eyes for a while. After a moment, he sighed softly and said in a low voice.
"My child, I believe in your divine revelation and your prophecy... However, if your prophecy comes true and your true divinity is really seen by everyone... I am only afraid that by that time, the King of Gods will
The fear of you will become much stronger. And the divinity that makes such a prediction come true may be your disaster, not a blessing!..."
"Father, I understand your concerns...but I understand Avitt. His ambition is the flame that burns the world! The wider the world he knows, the higher the flame of his ambition will be! He will burn throughout the world,
Until he himself is burned to death!..."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Shulot lowered his eyes and spoke in a low voice, describing the destined future in his eyes.
"The Lord God witnesses! If I choose to obey Avit, the flame of his ambition will move away from me and burn to the Cloud People in the South! And when the Cloud People in the South are burned out, the flame will only grow stronger
, there will never be a time to calm down and be satisfied... He will continue to burn, burning out Maya in the east, and even burning towards the East China Sea Islands where the evil spirits have arrived, and even more distant countries..."
"Blessed by our ancestors! As long as Avit continues to have new powerful enemies, and I have always been obedient, I will not become his primary target... But it is not that easy for the cloud people in the southern mountains and forests, the Maya in the eastern jungle, and the evil spirits on the big ships in the East China Sea.
Solve the opponent!"
"His energy and time will be devoted to one after another, long and endless conquests...and when the plague of death strikes, he will ignore his respected status and bloodline, and will only take away the God of Death.
people…”
"The Lord God has already decided his destiny! His burning ambition, his unwillingness to stop, and his uncompromising pride will not only make him a great God King, but will also determine his final outcome..."
Speaking of this, Xiulote's expression changed and his thoughts fluctuated. He thought of the past history, when Avite went on a two-thousand-mile expedition on foot and failed to defeat the Zapotec tribes. Subsequently, conflicts among the nobles within the alliance broke out, and Avite was eventually defeated.
Assassination on the Causeway...
Although the history of Mexica today has been completely changed, and the strength of the alliance is far from what it has been in history! But Avitt's character flaws have never changed, and even because he came to power early, he is more tyrannical than in history.
More stubborn and proud!
Driven by such a stubborn character, even if Avit conquered the Mixtecs and Zapotecs, he would continue to conquer the Mayans and conquer more distant frontiers. His violence against the alliance nobles would further intensify, and he would not
There will be times of relaxation, just like when he deprived himself of the right to inherit. And in this trajectory, if no one is there to take care of the aftermath and advise and remind him from time to time, then the final fate of the God King...
"The Lord God said! The higher he stands, the further he sees. The further he sees, the higher he wants to climb!... However, the height of the mountain is always limited, and manpower is sometimes poor..."
Shulot lowered his eyes and quietly recited a few epilogues in front of his father. These epilogues were the teachings Avitt once taught him, but they flowed from the warm memories of the past, but they were a bit cold and solemn.
of autumn.
"Teacher, he told me... the bottom line cannot be violated, it will become a weakness, and weakness will bring death! Unlike ordinary mortals, a great ruler must not have weaknesses!"
"The greatest weakness of the God King... is his uncontrollable desire to conquer and his ever-expanding desire to control! This desire will make him successful and achieve countless successes, but as long as he fails once, he will be buried with his own hands.
…”
"Avit, after experiencing this, we will never go back to the past!... I will make up my mind to overcome my soft-hearted weakness... And when that day comes, I will not stand by your side again.
