Chapter 239: The conversion ceremony, the enfeoffment ceremony, and the end of the Western Expedition!
After a long sleepless night, the morning star appeared in the distant sky; the sky was slightly bright, and the morning sun emerged at the end of the east. Soon, a brilliant red sun slowly rose from the clouds, illuminating the boundless wilderness and the magnificent capital city.
It also brings new light.
With a smile on his face, Shulot admired the beauty of the sunrise and the capital city at his feet.
The fires in the four cities gradually subsided, and only the large temple in the center was still emitting thick smoke. The palace and temple area were firmly under control, and thousands of warriors gripped their weapons and were conducting a rigorous search. In the towering
At the top of the Palace of Winds, two flags of the Mexica royal family are flying high. Next to the bloody sun is a black wolf with its head raised. Not far away, is the flag of the sun hummingbird.
Most of the resistance in the capital has been put down. Order has been completely restored in the civilian and artisan districts. The narrow streets are filled with torrents of marching warriors, patrolling spear militiamen, and small teams escorting loot and prisoners. Only in the noble district,
There are only a few solid stone mansions left. Dozens or hundreds of noble private troops rely on the terrain and are making desperate and futile struggles.
The young king whispered a few instructions, and then the bodyguards took the jade talisman and left.
Soon, a group of tall warriors hurried away, carefully holding the sealed wooden box in their hands. After a while, a loud "boom, boom" sound exploded in the noble mansion, accompanied by a sad howl.
, the last resistance finally collapsed.
Shulot laughed and raised his head. The Sun God had ascended the throne in the middle, and the royal capital of Tarasco, Qincongcan City, was finally completely pacified in his hands!
"Your Highness, congratulations on your glorious victory! You are the invincible Wolf King!"
Toltec had been there for a while. He hid behind Bertard with a sullen expression. It was not until he saw that His Highness was happy that he dared to step forward and knelt on the ground.
"Black Wolf begs you for forgiveness!"
Shulot smiled and looked at his beloved general.
"Oh, excuse me? Toltec, have you captured the chief and the prince?"
"I don't."
The Black Wolf Warrior looked ashamed and glared at Chihuaco with hatred.
"Your Highness, I fought hard and killed more than a dozen warriors with my own hands! But I never thought that a despicable mouse would steal the fruit!"
"Oh? Chihuaco, what do you have to say?"
Facing the ferocious gaze of the Black Wolf Warrior, the old militiaman shuddered. His mind was spinning and a smile appeared on his face.
"Mighty black wolf warrior, you are a leopard in the jungle and bitten a running rabbit. The rabbit hid in the hole and was eaten by the mouse. This does not mean anything. We did pick up a loophole and are willing to give up the victory to
You, please don’t keep it in your mind.”
After hearing Chihuaco's words, Toltec's expression softened slightly. He calmed down his anger, thought about the old militiaman's proposal, but became discouraged again. He raised his head and answered.
"Forget it, why would I, the Black Wolf, want someone else's credit? What's yours is yours, and I, Toltec, will capture the prey with my own hands! With Your Highness here, I am destined to dominate the world!"
Shulot looked at Chihuaco's response and listened to Black Wolf's reply. He smiled and nodded. Then, with a straight face, he lectured Toltec.
"Toltec, you are a warrior who is invincible to a hundred men, and you have thousands of elite men under you. Chihuaco is just an ordinary militiaman, with only a dozen people in total. However, he was able to take away the most important thing in front of you.
The spoils of war have not even been discovered by you!... Toltec, my black wolf, you have to think carefully about the reason behind this!"
"Fighting is hunting! In this battle, you have at least three problems. First, you did not lower your head and ask your guide to understand the situation in the Wind Palace; second, you did not pay attention to the situation around you and watch your guide.
;In the end, you did not completely surround the prey and found another passage."
"My black wolf, you are brave and brave. This is your advantage! But people who are good at bravery often rely on bravery to self-sustain, thereby ignoring the wisdom of the mind and flexible means. People who are good at swimming will drown in the water.
Those who are good at fighting must not just fight!"
"My black wolf, the last time you went hunting for hounds alone, you would have died in the wild if it hadn't been for the rescue by the samurai commander. This failure is a good lesson. I have high expectations for you... Please
Ertech, when you can put aside your blind bravery, fully consider the situation you are facing, and make rational use of everything in your hands, you will become a true commander! Only then can I safely hand over a legion to you!"
"Yes, Your Highness, I was wrong."
After hearing His Highness's admonishment, Toltec was dejected and fell to his knees on the ground. Not far away, Ezpan looked at all this, but his eyes were filled with envy.
"Well, Black Wolf, I'll give you another mission! Take your thousand elites and continue to search for the whereabouts of Prince Tarasco! Chihuaco and Puap are locals, and they will serve as your deputies. Remember
, you should ask them for advice!"
Upon hearing His Highness's order, the old militiamen and the gray warriors had a grimace, bowed their heads in response, and the group left quickly. Shulot turned his head and looked at the most trustworthy warrior captain.
"Bertard, you come to preside over the pacification and aftermath of the city, and count the population and loot. Ezpin will be your deputy and translator. It's time for the warriors to put away their weapons. Organize people and use sand to extinguish the burning temple.
Five days later, the conversion ceremony and enfeoffment ceremony will be held in front of the Temple Square in the center of the city!"
The warrior captain bowed his head and obeyed. The young king turned around and walked down the tower. He wanted to meet Avitt in person to report the latest situation and discuss follow-up arrangements.
Five days passed quickly, and the May wind blew from the east. In front of the ruins of the House of Winds temple, and under the magnificent reflection of the pyramid, nearly 70,000 city residents were driven around the square. 20,000 Mexica
The legions held shields and clubs, three thousand archers occupied key positions, the temple area was tightly controlled, and the world was full of killing.
A high altar was erected on the Yaka Tower, and a blazing sacred fire was lit under the pyramid. Shulot, wearing a feather crown sacrificial robe, stood at the top of more than 40 meters, overlooking the continuous ant colony at his feet. The surging heroism in the king
The feeling echoed in his heart, as if he were holding the world in his hands. Behind him, Avitt was wearing the divine attire of a king, sitting on a golden throne, looking at the young king officiating with a smile on his face.
The spices were thrown into the holy fire, and the swirling sacred smoke rose and the pleasant breath spread. Hundreds of war priests sang hymns of blessing, and the solemn praises echoed in the capital, drowning the faint cries. Then
, Shulot raised his hands high, and 20,000 warriors knelt down on one knee at the same time, shouting and praying to the pyramid.
"Praise the supreme God! Praise the majestic king! Praise the heroic Highness!"
Amidst the thundering cheers, Avitt stood up. He solemnly raised the topaz staff in his hand and shouted loudly.
"The Lord God issued a decree! He conquered the three gods, and His throne was raised high again! The Lord God said, the light of the sun enveloped the land in the lake, and the Kingdom of Tarasco perished today! From now on, the Prepecha people are members of the alliance
People, believers who convert to the Lord God, partners of the Mexica people! The glorious Western Expedition is victorious, and the warriors of God's war will be blessed by the Lord God!... The God-blessed alliance will rule the entire world!"
"God's Blessing Alliance, rule the entire world!"
The boiling shouts shook the heaven and the earth, and also shocked the Prepecha people in the square. Twenty thousand Mexica warriors beat their shields, and under the leadership of the priests, prayed to the Lord God in unison and sang praises to the light of God.
"Praise the sun god Huitzilopochtli! His light falls on the earth and in the hearts of believers! He is the god who dominates everything and determines the fate of unbelievers!... Offer sacrifices and pray to the Lord God.
Come!"
"Bang! Boom! Boom!" The priests poured large cans of carbon powder into the holy fire, and the flames suddenly rose. Then, two wooden cannons were fired into the sky at the same time. The thunder resounded throughout the capital, and the residents in the city were horrified.
Their whole bodies were shaking. They fell on the ground in fear, awe-inspiring the power of the gods, and finally prayed to the main god of Mexica.
With the holy fire burning and the roar of cannons, 584 temple guards dragged the same number of royal and noble prisoners to the priests. This is the cycle of Venus, which heralds destruction and rebirth. God
The captives were gorgeously dressed, their hands and feet were tied, and their mouths were blocked with cotton cloth. They were ritual sacrifices. Huge clay pots were ready, and tequila had been poured into them.
A moment later, the priests' singing suddenly rose to a high pitch, and the warriors' cheers roared suddenly. The residents of the capital widened their eyes, witnessing the deaths of the gods. The sharp obsidian daggers cut across the arc of the sacrifice with unusual precision. Then, the noble
Vitality moves upward, vigorous life moves downward, and large jars of blood wine are brewed to supply the converted warriors and militiamen.
"Praise the war god Huitzilopochtli! He uses the blood and soul of the sacrificer to give courage to the warriors, promises victory to the warriors, and controls their bodies and minds! ...Drink the blood wine and shine the glory of the Lord God.
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Under the guidance of the Mexica warriors, more than 10,000 captured Tarasco warriors, militiamen, and Tecos tribesmen took the lead in converting. Soon, the first batch of 1,000 warriors knelt down in front of the holy fire and were killed by a group of warriors.
The priests of Thousand Wars cut off their hair, threw it into the fire, drank the red blood wine, and repeated their oaths of loyalty to the Lord God. Then, in a daze, they were led to retreat to the sides and kneel down.
Ezpan led the militiamen from the kingdom to guard the side. They shouted loudly in Prepecha language, told about the power of the Lord God, praised the future of believers, and then threatened the fate of the unfortunate ones. Hundreds of elite warriors looked solemn.
, the copper ax hangs low, bright red dripping down the ax blade, the consequences of unwillingness to convert are clear at a glance.
Green smoke rose, carrying the smell of burning hair, and taking away the soul of imagination. The nobles and high-ranking officers among the prisoners had been taken away, and the remaining soldiers could only drift with the tide. Large numbers of soldiers came in like water.
They knelt down, cut their hair, saluted, drank wine, prayed, and finally retired. The occasional resistance and noise were like insignificant waves that turned red in a moment.
Shulot looked solemnly as he looked from the high pyramid. Tens of thousands of Tarascan soldiers were like gathered tiny dust. They were swept by the irresistible force and changed their appearance. Their hearts were shocked and confused.
were scattered on both sides. At this moment, the king was high above, easily controlling everyone's life and death. This strange feeling made people intoxicated, feeling floating all over, and a little bit trance-like.
Shulot turned back and looked at Avitt, who was sitting upright. The true king looked indifferent, looking down at the world, looking directly at all the people like grass. Only when he met the young man's eyes, he nodded slightly and smiled gently.
"Praise the Lord God Huitzilopochtli! He brings light to all the lost, allowing them to feel the warmth of God, and also saves the souls of all people! ... Convert to the Lord God and remember His name!"
In the chanting of the priests, more than 10,000 warriors completed their conversion and knelt down on the bluestone ground. Next, it was the turn of nearly 60,000 civilians. The priests removed the blood wine and replaced it with slightly warm corn cakes.
The fragrance of the food dissipated instantly. There was another commotion in the crowd. The temple warriors strode forward. They waved their war sticks in the air and blew the terrifying death whistle, easily suppressing the commotion.
The conversion ceremony of the common people is simpler. One priest can be responsible for seven or eight people at the same time. The common people tremble and kneel down in front of the holy fire. They cut off a bunch of hair and throw it into the fire, listening to the prayers of the priest. They need to remember the Lord God's words.
Repeat the name three times, and you can hold the tortilla to both sides.
The holy fire was lit twice, and the sun slowly went west. In the glow of the setting sun, the pyramid cast a sloping shadow, covering the people on the ground. Tens of thousands of "ant colonies" flowed slowly and stopped in front of the holy fire.
Then they gather in all directions like dust. They are like toy hourglasses in the hands of gods, flowing away silently.
The setting sun was stained like blood and fell into the young king's eyes. Shulot lowered his head slightly and looked at his hands, which seemed to hold the fate of countless people.
Avitt slowly stood up from the golden throne. He looked around, the guards were far below, and the kings were high above. From the high place where there were only two people, he took out a newly made emerald scepter and asked with a smile.
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"Xulot, my child, are you ready?"
"Avit, my teacher, I'm ready."
Shulot turned around, faced his teacher, and slowly knelt down on the ground. His eyes were calm and joyful, but his shoulders became increasingly heavy.
"The sun opens its red eyes, and the Lord God witnesses the bloody future!"
Avit raised his hands, and the priests shouted together, and one hundred thousand people fell silent at the same time. At this moment, under the magnificent pyramid, no matter nobles, warriors, or civilians, they all knelt on the bluestone ground. One hundred thousand people looked up,
Watching the red sunset falling on the top of the pyramid, and the blood-colored brilliance emerging on the bodies of the kings, it is heart-shaking. The sacred heaven and earth are closely connected at this moment, and the incarnation of the gods proudly descends to the world!
"The Lord God testifies! He took the bright red sky away and left the earth to the world!"
"He said that the alliance is destined to conquer the world, and the king is born to rule the world! The leader of Mexica is the ruler of the world, and the king of Mexica is the king of the world!"
"In the name of the divine king, in the name of the king!"
King Avit looked like a god, with his hands clenched in fists, looking down at all directions like an eagle. Wherever the king's gaze passed, tens of thousands of people bowed their heads and prostrated themselves on the ground. They offered heartfelt awe and obedience to the incarnation of the god.
A smile appeared on Avitt's face, and then the smile shrank, becoming sacred and solemn again.
"In the name of the king! I, Avit, the king of the world, entrust the land in the lake of Mickencho to my successor, the 'divine enlightener' Shulot! From the river mouth fortress in the north to Talsas in the south
The river, reaching the Sitacuaro mountains in the east, and the endless lake in the west, will become his fiefdom! He will control the mountains, rivers, vegetation and wild animals in this lake area with the authority of god and king, and rule the cities in this land.
The village, and even all the people, exercise power second only to me!"
Having said this, Avitt finally came to Shulot. There was a smile on his face. He raised his right hand and handed the emerald scepter in his hand to Shulot. The bright emerald light
Ten thousand feet, flowing with infinite wisdom, also heralds an infinite future!
"Xulot, I hand Tarasco's artifact into your hands! From today on, you are the king of the land in the lake!"
Xiuluo nodded and saluted, suppressing the excitement in his heart, and firmly grasped the magic staff in his hand, feeling the coldness and weight of the tentacles. Then, he slowly stood up, faced the 100,000 people under the pyramid, and slowly opened his arms.
Arms!
The staff was raised high, the gems were shining, and the cheers of the Mexican Legion boiled in an instant! The sky-wide cheers swept across the capital, shaking everyone's hearts, until they converged into a shout that drowned everything:
