The morning sun rises into the sky, spreading light to the earth. The chants of the Mexica priests echo between heaven and earth, becoming the only bridge between God and mankind.
In the central square of Xilotepec, the priests of Otomi had just been sacrificed collectively, and the grand sacrificial ceremony was about to reach its climax.
Looking at the kneeling thousand Otomi surrender soldiers and their bloody hands, the royal commander Ocelor nodded with satisfaction and laughed heartily.
"Good, excellent! Come, please invite the priests and elders of Ugel to preside over the sacred conversion ceremony!"
The guards retreated respectfully. After a while, the priests and elders of Ugel came in with steady steps, wearing heavy and solemn obsidian costumes and holding an emerald staff.
Looking from a distance from dozens of steps away, the stone crown of the gemstone was shining brightly, the bottom covered the broad forehead, the gorgeous feathers spread out to the sky, and the ends covered the chubby cheeks. At this time, the elder priest Wugel
Just like the messenger of God in the human world, divinity and humanity are intertwined, and they are inseparable in their majesty.
Commander Ocelot bowed his head to greet the priests and elders, and Ugel slightly moved his staff to return the favor to his decades-old friend. Immediately, the priests and elders climbed onto the altar, stretched out their staffs again, and pointed towards the people under the altar.
A little holy fire.
Dozens of low-level priests then came respectfully, carrying the bright yellow mysterious Stone of the Dead. The priests first placed several huge sacrificial pots in front of the altar and poured barrels of tequila into them. Then,
They borrowed the flame of the holy fire and set up dozens of widely spaced braziers in the square. Finally, they stood solemnly in front of the braziers, with several pottery cups for offering wine at their feet. On both sides of each priest,
They are four temple guards in black wolf suits. These temple warriors hold shields and sticks and guard their faith devoutly.
The accompanying third-level officiant quickly stepped forward, knelt down and asked for instructions.
"Dear sect chief priest, what kind of sacrifice should be used when swearing an oath on blood?"
Wugel's face was calm and he ordered in a deep voice.
"This is the first collective conversion after the Supreme God. Naturally, we use the highest-level descendants of the gods. It will take at least a month for you to find Ocelot!"
The officiant nodded and left. Soon, he came to Commander Ocelot and saluted and reported. Hearing this, Ocelot was slightly startled and looked up in the direction of Ugel, who also looked at him at the same time.
The commander looked at his dignified and serious old friend, nodded helplessly, and whispered instructions to the guards.
"Bring a small team of the divine royal family and try to gather as many as twenty people."
Surprise flashed across the guard's face. Then he respectfully stepped back and went to find the warriors in charge of custody.
Time passed quietly, and the songs of the Mexica priests echoed across the sky and the earth. The Otomi people were confused about their fate, and looked around aimlessly. Then, they suddenly shouted loudly, and were ruthlessly beaten by the Mexica warriors.
repression.
I saw a team of elite eagle warriors, escorting twenty Otomi descendants, coming to the central square. This is the highest royal bloodline in the city-state. It has ruled the city of Herotepec for hundreds of years. It is the Otomi descendants.
Another source of faith for the Tomi people.
A dozen mid-level priests immediately came forward and took the descendants directly to the altar.
Under the disbelieving eyes of all the Otomi people, the descendants of the gods have already understood their fate. Some of them are generous, some are angry, some are afraid, and some cry bitterly... Silently or vocally, calm or trembling, they will all be eternal.
disappear.
In the square, the chants of the priests suddenly became louder, the drums of the warriors became louder again, and the screams of the gods gradually became fainter. Only the Otomi people were desperate and silent. They watched the vigorous vitality flow rapidly, and waited until the sacrifice of Tao.
The jar was filled with bright red, and the pulsating fuel was thrown into the Holy Fire, burning away all the spiritual sustenance of the Otomi people.
Soon, the wine-sacrifice cups were filled with bright red holy wine and placed in front of dozens of braziers.
Ugel looked up at the sky. The sun had risen to its highest point, bursting with infinite light and heat. The priests and elders nodded slightly. He waved his staff, and all the sounds stopped. There was only the supreme divine word between heaven and earth!
"Praise be to my god Huitzilopochtli! His power is infinite and supreme. From the past to the future, he controls all existence until the end...
...Those who obey our God will ascend to heaven, be forgiven, and enjoy eternal peace! Those who disobey our God will sink into the abyss of the earth, turn into gold and stone, and will never be freed!...
Otomi people, offer all your body and mind to the Supreme God, wash away all sins from now on, and enjoy the light forever!"
After hearing the eternal light, Natalie, who had been lying for a long time, finally raised his head. He saw the Mexica priests adding bright yellow objects to the sacred fire, and the flames instantly turned into blue. The long wind blew, and the sacred breath
It rushed to his face and choked him to tears of piety.
Natalie stood up with difficulty, and under the guidance of the warriors, walked quickly to the location of the holy fire. Then, he came to the brazier, faced the smiling middle-aged priest, and knelt down devoutly again.
Bravo smiled and nodded. He looked at the young Otomi warrior, his eyes full of kindness.
After meeting His Highness that time, his fortune suddenly changed. The priests in the capital first sent people to recruit people and asked for information about many local nobles. The middle-aged priests reported back in detail one by one. Soon, he got the opportunity to learn writing.
Then he studied new doctrines and learned about benevolence and theology of God. This time, he came north with the head priest of Uger, and as a first-level assistant, participated in the great conversion ceremony of Herotepec.
"My child, come, cut off a bunch of your hair and throw it into the holy fire in front of you. From then on, under the witness of the supreme Lord God, you will burn away your past sins, dedicate your whole-hearted love, and embrace the light of the Lord God!
"
The middle-aged priest's voice is magnetic and gentle, and his words are even more seductive.
Natalie was refreshed. Under the attention of the temple guards, he took the obsidian dagger, cut off half of his hair without hesitation, and threw the hair into the brazier.
Looking at the burning black hair and smelling the burnt breath, the young warrior's shoulders suddenly felt relaxed. The darkness in his heart slowly burned away in the sacred ceremony, and the light in his chest followed the warmth of the flame.
gradually bloom.
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Natalie kept mumbling, her eyes glowed, and her mouth also had a smile.
Bravo nodded with satisfaction. This is a devout believer, and may even become a fanatic. The first batch of Otomi warriors returned only a few months ago. It is incredible to have such faith!
"My child, come, drink this cup of holy wine and pray to the Lord God. From now on, under the witness of the Supreme Lord God, you will swear an oath to Him, obtain the sacred duty, and glorify the glory of the Lord God!"
Natalie was convinced. Under the more serious attention of the temple guards, he obediently took the blood wine, faced the burning brazier, and drank it all in one sip. Immediately, the bright red color slid down the corners of his mouth and fell.
It enters the brazier, then rises and disperses. This is the sacred fire that shines with divine power and can do anything. It can drive away the dead souls in the hands, raise the blood in the mouth, and ignite the light in the heart.
Smelling the strong fishy smell and tasting the bitterness of the holy wine, the young warrior's chest heated up and his heart beat powerfully. He was injected with inexhaustible power and had a new goal and mission:
In the land where we have grown up since childhood, bring light to all the lost people!... Let them feel the warmth of God... Let them all be like you...
Natalie whispered to himself. He clenched his fists and pressed his arms tightly to his chest, feeling the heartbeat of his soul.
Hearing this, Bravo nodded again. This warrior has a bright future! He pondered slightly, then took off a brand new silver necklace amulet from his neck and handed it to Natalie.
"My child, come and take it with you. This is a symbol of the Lord God. From now on, you will be a warrior of the Lord God. Live for Him, fight for Him, and die for Him! After death, you will ascend to the kingdom of God!"
Natalie took the silver necklace devoutly, put it on her neck carefully, then held the amulet and prayed. The front end of the necklace was a gold sun amulet. A simple hummingbird was engraved in the sun, shaped like a simple
"Dagger". The hummingbird and the sun are the God of War and the God of the Sun, and now, He is the supreme God!
"The Most High Huitzilopochtli, for whom I fight..."
Natalie continued to recite, immersing herself in it, with a strange look in her eyes.
Bravo exclaimed in amazement, he is truly a born believer!
At this time, on the altar not far away, Ugel was also smiling, looking at the blood-sworn Otomi warriors with satisfaction.
Unexpectedly, these thousands of surrendered soldiers are all excellent believers. Their hearts have been completely emptied and filled with the desire for faith and salvation. As long as the glory of God is injected into them and their faith is rebuilt, these people will become the most powerful believers.
A devout temple warrior who fights for the Mexica Alliance...no, for the High Priesthood to firmly control the north!
Soon, a thousand surrendered soldiers completed the ceremony of cutting their hair and wiping their blood. Everything went smoothly, with only a small interruption.
"Elder Wugel, there is an Otomi warrior who has no hair. How should he perform the hair cutting ceremony?"
The officiant came on stage again and asked in a low voice.
Wugel frowned slightly. He shook the heavy stone crown and thought for a while.
"If you don't have hair, then sacrifice a section of your little finger! I seem to have heard someone say that this is also a way to eliminate sin. Let's do this from now on!"
The officiant was slightly startled. He was very knowledgeable, but he had never heard of such a ceremony. He looked at the elder's slightly frowned brows, bowed his head respectfully, and left silently.
"No matter what, the sacrifice of one's own flesh and blood can always make the sacrificer more pious!"
After getting off the altar, the officiant shook his head silently and hurried away.
Next, there were more than 4,000 newly surrendered Otomi warriors. The Mexica warriors divided them into small teams of a hundred people, and led them forward in batches to cut their hair, convert their faith, and swear an oath on blood.
Cutting hair and converting to an allegiance similar to that of a warrior, in the new doctrine, means burning guilt and converting to the Lord God. And taking an oath on blood is an oath to God. From then on, you will assume the responsibilities given by the Lord God and spread the glory of the Lord God. The priesthood will be based on the level of the sacrifice.
Different specifications have been set for the blood oath to distinguish believers. The blood oath ceremony itself also symbolizes a religious qualification. At present, the priesthood is not prepared to popularize it.
These newly surrendered Otomi warriors looked pale and acted hesitantly. In their minds, there are many gods in the world, and there is no obstacle to believing in the God of War. But from then on, they regarded the God of War as the only main god, believing that He is omnipotent and supreme.
, I believe that other gods are just subordinates of the main god, or even just ordinary saints... This is a huge impact on their cognition, and the reshaping of their concepts is difficult to complete in a short period of time.
The priests of the Otomi people died, the temple was completely burned, and the vast majority of the Otomi warriors chose to bow their heads and convert, burning their severed hair. Then, the royal family of the gods withered, and the blood wine was placed in front of them.
The Otomi warriors could no longer bear it. They excitedly grasped the sacrificial daggers, and before they stabbed the Mexica priest in front of them, they were violently knocked down by the well-prepared temple guards wielding war clubs.
Regardless of whether the Otomi warriors are silent or resisting, as long as they cannot complete the two key steps of the ritual, they will be dragged out mercilessly by the guards. Then, these scarred warriors will have their hands tied tightly and guarded in the square.
corner.
Ugel looked around the square, calculating in his mind. After the two-step ceremony, about 3,500 Otomi warriors completely surrendered, and more than 600 warriors were captured. These die-hard warriors looked angry and had sword-like eyes.
.They stared intently at the two groups of Otomi surrendering soldiers, angrily scolding them, and their words pierced into the hearts of the surrendering soldiers like arrows.
Natalie listened to the harsh curses and stared at these unrepentant warriors, his eyes gradually filled with murderous intent. Beside him, a thousand Otomi surrendered soldiers and regained the warriors' sticks and shields. Their expressions
It's cold and full of murderous intent, even better than the elite Mexican battle group.
"What a die-hard Otomi mountain people." Ugel curled his lips slightly. Then he waved the staff vigorously.
"Praise the supreme Lord God! Otomi warriors beloved by the Lord God, you have chosen to believe in the Lord God, and you have been saved and embarked on the road of light! Now, the road to the Kingdom of God has been opened. You can fight with these lost people.
The warriors engage in a sacred duel to help them go to the beautiful kingdom of God instead of falling into the abyss of suffering!"
Upon hearing the priest's message, Natalie raised the war stick in his hand and prepared to go forward to fight. Unexpectedly, Priest Bravo shook his head slightly at him.
"My children, you have proven your loyalty and bravery. Now it is the turn of the second batch of newly returned warriors!"
Natalie was slightly startled. Soon, he looked at the more than 3,000 surrendered soldiers with low morale, saw the civilian battalion commander who opened the city gate for him, and strode over.
The surrounding Mexica warriors were about to step forward, but Commander Ocelot smiled and waved his hand to stop him. Elder Ugel also cast his gaze over. In the corner, Priest Bravo was thoughtful.
"Weimark! What are you still hesitating about?" Natalie grabbed her friend's shoulders from the crowd.
"These warriors are lost people who cannot be saved, and they are a symbol of darkness! They will inevitably die, so let us give these warriors a ride and let them ascend to the kingdom of the Lord God!"
Waymark looked at Natalie in disbelief. His friend was familiar yet unfamiliar at the same time. Is this still the simple warrior who cared about his comrades and loved the villagers? He looked carefully into his friend's eyes, but saw a bright clarity.
Full of firm belief. This made him feel dazed again.
"Weimark, don't hesitate! For the sake of the Lord God, kill the enemy, free the other party, and bring light to yourself!" As he said that, Natalie thought for a moment, looked at the stunned Parramo in the distance, and remembered the poet warrior's method of help.
.He thrust both the war club and the shield into Waymark's hands and pushed him into the corner of the duel.
Waymark's expression changed. He slowly walked to the center of the duel, and was pushed across from him by a warrior with empty hands. They had been guarding the city for two years, and the two knew each other well. They had gone through wind and rain together and stood firm under the siege of the Mexica people.
However, at this moment, as soon as the other party saw him, he cursed loudly, struggled to lift his injured body, and rushed forward.
At first, Waymark felt guilty and just used his shield to parry. However, the unarmed warrior on the other side used all his strength to hit him hard on the back where he was unprepared and tried to take away the war club in his hand. Waymark felt a burst of pain.
, his life was threatened several times, and his eyes gradually became cruel.
Finally, the opponent lunged forward again, but was blocked by the shield in his left hand. The warrior's body leaned forward with inertia, sending a cursing head into the attack range of the war stick. Then, the war stick hesitated for a moment, and then
A powerful side attack hit the fragile temple. Then there was a click, and the warrior on the opposite side bent his neck into a strange posture. Finally, he smiled weirdly and fell to the ground softly and silently.
The anger in Waymark's chest suddenly subsided. He stood there for two seconds, looking at the deformed smile on the corpse, sighing softly in his heart, and then turned back. Then, he avoided Natalie's embrace and just returned the war club and shield.
Give it to your friend, then kneel on the ground absentmindedly, praying in a low voice subconsciously.
"The Lord God is supreme...dedicate all your body and mind...wash away all sins...enjoy the light forever..."
On the altar, Wugel nodded with satisfaction. He thought about it again and asked the two groups of Ottomi soldiers to persuade each other.
Under the demonstration of battalion commander Weimark, one or two hundred more surrendered soldiers came out one after another. They held shields and war clubs and fought with the empty-handed and wounded warriors on the opposite side, killing their former comrades in turn. Then, under the leadership of the priests,
, the soldiers prayed devoutly to the Lord God, seeking relief and light.
In their hearts, the shackles burst silently, and the fire burned quietly!
Wugel waited for a while and saw that no more soldiers came out. He shook his head slightly, but did not force it. The priests and elders counted for a moment and found that there were still about 500 die-hard warriors left in the corner, so they temporarily put them aside.
.
Next, it was the turn of the more than 20,000 civilians who had been waiting for a long time. The long-term hunger left deep marks on these civilians, and their thin chests outlined clear ribs. They were like duckweeds in the wind, with the fire of life ready at any time.
may go out.
Ugel waved his staff again. The priests removed the remaining holy wine and replaced it with freshly heated corn tortillas. The aroma of corn tortillas aroused people's hearts, and the eyes of the civilians were filled with frightening longing. They had already
They had not had a good meal for two years, not had a full meal for four months, and had not even had food for several days. At this time, the civilians were like beasts driven by desire, being spurred by the warriors to form nearly a hundred lines.
Cut off the hair, throw it into the fire, recite the name of the gods, and eat corn cakes. The process is so simple and quick. The only thing is that the civilians who have received the food must be taken away to prevent them from receiving it again. In the end, only about a hundred people refused
If he converted, he would be stripped of his clothes. After his identity was checked, he would be driven out of the city naked.
Ugel didn't care and left these civilians to fend for themselves. He calculated silently in his mind, and then ordered his surroundings to wave the magic staff again.
Soon, a group of forty or fifty civilians were driven forward. On the other side was an Otomi warrior with his hands tied. The supervising temple guards threw a few obsidian daggers into the field and ordered the duel to begin.
, until death.
Next, there was a death-like silence in the field. One side was afraid, and the other side was helpless. Until half a quarter of an hour later, everyone was executed, and the bright red pierced their eyes. The civilians opened their eyes again and looked at the reality that they must choose.
.
The subsequent duel is much simpler and faster. Among the forty or fifty people, there will always be someone who grabs the dagger, and there will always be someone who takes decisive action to kill the warrior who cannot fight back. When the blood is ignited, a cruel scene will unfold. Civilians
They swarmed forward, using daggers, limbs and even teeth as weapons to tear the threats to life into pieces. In order to survive at this time, there was no room for hesitation and hesitation.
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Paramo looked at it for a while, then shook his head sadly and sighed.
"When ants gather into a torrent, they can devour the native dog completely, leaving no trace of flesh and blood. What kind of surging power is hidden under the gentle water surface?"
After reading this, the poet warrior looked at Natalie again, only to see that she was holding the Sun Hummingbird necklace and praying with her eyes closed piously.
In the wide square, dozens of groups of duels were carried out at the same time. The Mexica priests watched calmly, and the Mexica warriors looked appreciative. In each team, the first Otomi civilian who attacked the warriors would be called out.
, as representatives of loyalty, accepted the praise of the priests and the judgment of the warriors. Later, these people were gathered near the surrendered soldiers, and the two sides looked at each other complicatedly, waiting for the next reward.
In the eyes of the priests and elders in the capital, a duel of this level was lengthy and boring. Ugel closed his eyes slightly and fell asleep standing for a while. It was not until the sun set that the chief priest stepped forward carefully and whispered "Communicate with God"
of priests and elders.
Wugel opened his eyes and saw that more than 500 loyal civilians had been selected. Their faces were filled with ferocity after a life-and-death fight, their eyes were filled with confusion when their concepts collapsed, and their bodies were covered with various scattered blood stains.
.
The priests and elders assessed for a moment, then waved the staff again. Bravo had returned to the brazier and waited, turning the flame into blue again. The priests communicated with heaven and earth, scooped out the remaining holy wine, and held a blood ceremony for these outstanding civilians.
oath.
Time passed quietly, and the loyal civilian representatives completed their blood oaths one after another. Their expressions changed again, and there seemed to be something more. The royal commander walked up to the altar, discussed with the priests and elders for a while, and finally made the final decision.
decision.
The 1,200 blood-stained Otomi surrendered soldiers had the highest status. These people had executed the priests and warriors who resisted, and were the most trusted force in the alliance. The commander did not hesitate to reward them with gold and silver feathers, noble mansions and enough money.
Land property, promoted to new nobles based on performance. In the next formed Otomi warrior corps, they will serve as all grassroots officers, and even serve as warrior battalion commanders, commanding thousands of people.
The remaining three thousand Otomi warriors will be rewarded with houses and property, and will become warriors of the alliance from then on. They will also receive two months of training and integration, and re-establish their faith under the guidance of the priests.
More than five hundred civilians who have proven their loyalty will serve as community managers of the alliance and will also be rewarded with houses and property. They will use the Mexica priests of the new community as the core to drive the roots of the alliance deep into the grassroots.
The last 20,000 civilians will form communities and continue to serve as the foundation of the alliance. They will cultivate fields, work as craftsmen, pay tribute, and provide labor. Of course, what the civilians can do now is follow the priests and pray devoutly.
Then from the hands of the priests, he received food for survival.
The chants of the priests sounded again, and the warriors danced the war dance to send off the gods. Ugel respectfully bid farewell to the main god and left, and then announced: The sacrifice is over, and the main god is extremely satisfied!
Hearing this, everyone fell to the ground together, called the name of God three times, and respectfully bid farewell to the setting sun. The Ottomi soldiers prostrated themselves in the crimson sunset, letting the bright colors fill their eyes and flow into their empty hearts.
Later, under the command of the commander, most of the Mexican warriors returned to the camp outside the city with various belongings in their arms. Those with outstanding military exploits would receive another reward. Páramo grabbed Natalie and looked at them.
I saw this "big new tree in the garden". I saw that the other party looked calm, sitting cross-legged on the ground alone, still praying silently.
"Natalie, my friend, let's go. There is a new reward outside the camp, and the commander specifically mentioned your name."
Natalie nodded silently. He looked around, but Waymark didn't know where he had gone. The young Otomi warrior just sighed slightly and strode away with firm eyes.
The two of them were silent all the way. The poet warrior also fell into melancholy contemplation. It was not until he arrived outside the city that he smiled gracefully, patted Natalie on the shoulder, and looked at the camp not far away and the beautiful captives in the camp.
Natalie looked slightly sideways, but saw hundreds of Otomi noble girls with torn clothes, ranging in age from fourteen to thirty. They were huddled together under the guard of the warriors, trembling and crying silently. From time to time, there were
The Mexica warriors who obtained permission strode in, selected a favorite, and carried them away on their shoulders.
"Natalie, my good friend, haven't you always wanted a wife from a noble family? Come on, you are still young, choose a younger partner, take her back and treat her well."
Paramo smiled slightly and hugged Natalie's shoulder. The poet warrior's eyes were still clear, and his smile was melancholy and vicissitudes of life.
Natalie looked at it silently for a while. Then he firmly held the amulet around his neck, prayed for a moment, and his eyes became bright again.
"No, Paramo. I'm going back and praying."
After speaking, Natalie nodded to the poet warrior and strode towards the military camp.
Looking at Natalie's retreating figure, Parramo shook his head. He sighed softly, feeling inexplicably melancholy and poetic.
Immediately, the poet warrior showed the token given by the commander, walked into the fragrant camp, and looked for the heart-stirring moment. After a moment of searching, his eyes lit up and he found a delicate girl with bright eyes.
"What pure eyes, just like my pure heart. What a beautiful face. Just like my beautiful love... Now, you are the new flower in my garden!"
After saying that, Parramo took two steps forward, held the other person's cold and soft hands, looked into the pure and restless eyes like a deer, and smiled with satisfaction and gentleness.
At this time, on the altar in the city, Ugel sat cross-legged, yawning slightly as he watched the priests finish cleaning up.
"Finally it's done. Execute the hopeless priests, sacrifice the nobles with noble blood, reward the noble girls suitable for childbearing, and then convert the warriors needed by the alliance and convert the largest number of commoners...
Loyal trunks were selected from warriors, their hands were stained with blood, they broke with the past, and they served as officers of the war regiment. Loyal roots were selected from civilians, and they were stained with blood, and they broke with the past, and served as managers of the community.
..There are also conflicts between samurai and civilians...
Then bring God's revelation and comfort to these loyalists whose concepts have collapsed, cultivate the faith of the Lord God, and inject light into their hearts... Well, the experiences of these wise men can be told at the meeting of the High Priests!...
"
Wugel laughed heartily, his round face trembling, feeling inexplicably proud.
"Haha, I'm really smart! What should this be called class analysis, differentiated processing... I seem to have heard someone say... No matter, I still have time to study anyway!"
Thinking of these words and a familiar old friend, Ugel laughed heartily again. Then, the priests and elders shook their big heads and strode towards the commander's camp under the respectful eyes of the priests.
There was an undercurrent in the capital, and he happened to go ask his old friend for his opinion.
"Ocelot is probably a little smarter than me... maybe we can hear something more..."
During the swaying, the priests and elders walked briskly, and they were far away in a short time.
After a while, the sun set, darkness fell, and the city of Xilotepec was conquered.
