Chapter 277: New Years Ceremony, Heart of the Elders
The priest's praises were like the first thunder in winter, descending on the earth with great force and falling directly into the ears of all the people lying on the ground. In an instant, there was silence all around. There was a sudden silence in the temple square in front of the big temple, and there was only
Heavy and short breathing, and the crackle of the holy fire.
The elder stood up from the stone chair in front of the temple with an expressionless face and walked towards the edge of the pyramid of the great temple.
He wore a set of black sacrificial robes, covering his thin figure; he wore an ancient slender crown on his head, covering his completely white hair. In his right hand, he also held the chief minister's inheritance scepter.
, has been with him for more than fifty years.
He took slow but firm steps, appearing in front of all people step by step, just as his old and majestic face was reflected in everyone's hearts little by little. A step behind him, followed by a slightly shorter man in the same feather-crested sacrificial attire.
The high priest. Two steps back, the sculptural guard captain was holding a clay pot, taking the same exact steps, following closely like a shadow.
In front of the holy fire at the edge of the temple, the elder stopped, and the firelight illuminated his deep eyes. His tall body finally appeared in everyone's sight, at the highest point of the pyramid, accepting the gaze of all people! Then,
The elder slowly raised his right arm and raised the chief's scepter above his head, just like he did fifty years ago!
"Wei Wei! Elder!...Immortal Sun! Sun!..."
The second thunder exploded at this moment! Under the leadership of the priest, everyone from the central temple to the edge of the temple area cheered enthusiastically. At this moment, even Xiu Suoke, who has always been calm and resolute,
Stanley, who was flamboyant and arrogant, his eyes were red with excitement, he clenched his fists and shouted excitedly!
As the chief minister of the alliance, the elder Tracahelal is already eighty-eight years old this year! He has been a king for five generations, and has actually controlled the alliance behind the scenes for half a century. He is the truly immortal sun of the Mexica people! For three generations of Mexica,
People in Canada grew up listening to his legends, filled with infinite respect for him, and followed his reform will in awe.
Facing this living legend, envoys from various countries all saluted at the same time, feeling both deep fear and heartfelt lamentation in their hearts. The Mexica elder is really still alive in the world!
In this era when the average age of the people is only more than 20 years old, such long-lived elders are like immortal nightmares, which have always shrouded the hearts of all tribes in the world. It can be said that as long as the elders who suppress the alliance survive for one day, all the big men with strange dreams will
The nobles can only endure in hiding. The entire Mexica Alliance is a closely connected whole! Even if the religious and political centralization reforms set off turbulent waves, and come in waves, the reef of the alliance's unity remains intact and stable, with no gaps to exploit.
!
The hysterical cheers lasted for dozens of breaths. It was not until the elder slowly took back his scepter that the sound gradually stopped. Then, the high priest took a deep breath and stepped forward. He replaced the elder, looked up at the sky, and shouted hoarsely.
roared.
"The sun rises high, and the main god Huitzilopochtli ascends to the highest level! The supreme god protects the alliance, and the divine war of the Western Expedition achieved a perfect victory! The main god swallowed up the three gods of Tarasco, and is in charge of the sun, moon and earth! He
omnipotent!"
"Praise the Lord God! God bless the alliance!"
The high priest raised his staff and shouted loudly.
"Praise the Lord God! God bless the alliance!"
Hundreds of priests prayed at the same time, and their voices were high-pitched and passionate, reaching into the sky.
"Praise the Lord God! God bless the alliance!"
Tens of thousands of people in the capital city shouted wildly, like the third thunder, exploding birds all over the sky.
Under the great temple, Shusok looked excited and roared loudly. This was a declaration after victory, which was particularly satisfying.
"The main god maintains the movement of the world and needs holy blood to make the sun perfect! The evil three gods are dead, and the descendants of the three gods must offer holy blood to make the main god satisfied and smile! God said that his kindness is like the sun, shining to
Every pure heart spreads to every clean soul!...The world has the same origin and comes from the Jiao people. Prepecha and Mexica are both descendants of the Jiao people and are the descendants of the last era.
Brothers. The sun will also shine on them, and the Lord God will lead them to the right path!... Therefore, the common people can convert, and the gods must sacrifice!"
The vast square was solemn and quiet, with only the priests repeating God's will. Soon, low voices of discussion arose among the nobles and warriors of the alliance. They were not suspicious, but just a little confused.
"The Prepechas are our brothers?"
Hearing this, Stanley the giant bear curled his lips, and then asked in confusion.
"What is a glue man?"
"The Jiao people are the Olmecs, the common ancestors of all tribes in the world."
Xiusoke looked calm and answered calmly. He knew that this was a statement that had just spread from the city of Qincongcan not long ago, and it was also very popular among the Prepecha people. The feudal state in the lake sent out to the elders and high priests
Through the messenger, he reported the newly compiled doctrine. Now it seems that this doctrine has been adapted and accepted by the high priests and used as a tool to conquer the world.
"Huh? Aren't our ancestors the Aztlans? The legendary origin of the sacred mountain is in the far northwest of the world!"
Stanley scratched his head, looked at the northwest sky, and then looked at Shusok.
"Well, the Aztlans are also descendants of the Jiao people... Believe me, the world comes from the same origin and comes from the Jiao people!"
Shusok responded calmly. Stanley curled his lips and stopped asking questions. He was a little unsure. However, since the high priest said this on behalf of the elders, that's probably it!
"Even if we have the same ancestors, we Mexicans are definitely the best at fighting!"
In the corner of the square, the envoys from various ministries in the world looked at each other. A vague premonition arose in their hearts. This statement may change the pattern of the world... but they couldn't think deeply about it for the moment. Because after the announcement, there was a sacrifice!
"The sun wakes up and opens its red eyes! The Lord God comes to witness the bloody future! We sacrifice the holy blood to the Lord God and bless the world with a pious heart! ...Thank the Lord God and sacrifice the holy blood!"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Thank you to the Lord God and sacrifice the holy blood!"
In the shouts of the priests, the discussion stopped instantly. All the people in the square were silent for a moment. A moment later, the fourth violent thunder suddenly erupted, making all the foreign envoys burst into tears.
"Sacrifice, sacrifice, sacrifice!"
On the towering pyramid, all the people saluted like a colony of ants. Waves of shouts rose from under their feet, and then dispersed into the sky with the long wind. The high priest tilted his head slightly, looked at the god-like expression of the elder, and understood.
He waved the magic staff in his hand and shouted an order.
"The sacrifice begins!"
Hundreds of temple guards obeyed orders. Heavily armed religious warriors escorted the numb-looking nobles of Tarasco to their destined destination. The grand festival lasted for three days, and the daily sacrifices of the nobles were 800 people. This is a
Divine numbers, symbolizing the cycle of times.
Shusok looked intently, and saw two long blue lines winding for miles like long snakes, slowly flowing to the top of the Twin Pyramids and the two sacrificial stones in front of the temple. There, the twelve priests and elders had already been divided into two.
The group, holding obsidian daggers, was ready. Soon, a familiar old shout resounded throughout the Great Temple.
"The descendant of the Jiao people, Kukuna II, a nobleman of Akambalo State, is going to the kingdom of the sun god! His soul will meet his father who went to the kingdom of God according to his own wishes, and gain eternal peace!"
"Dong dong... bang..."
A fresh body rolled down from the top of the large temple, and was blocked by the stone statue of the Moon Goddess, stopping in front of Shusok. The resolute warrior looked at the other person's young face, and the frightened expression before death, and faintly
shook his head.
Stanley next to him stood straight and laughed.
"Haha, there's someone named Cucuna? Isn't the cocolo in our Mexican language just a stupid turkey?"
"Kukuna in the Prepecha language is also a turkey. I have an impression of this family and met them in the wooden castle on the north bank and the river mouth fortress."
"Tsk tsk, there is such a name! Kukuna II, haha, then isn't his father also a Kukuna turkey? A Prepecha who is as weak as a turkey!"
"Actually, no. His father died in a fierce battle and was a good warrior! But this guy seems to have been captured by the militia..."
The two of them were used to seeing blood and chatted casually while looking at the bright red on the ground. Suddenly, another thunderous cheer sounded, resounding under the large temple that was gradually turning red.
"Wei Wei! Elder!! Sun!!!"
The elder had no expression on his face and slowly raised the staff in his right hand. Then, he stretched out his left hand and took a beating heart from the hands of the respectful high priest. The boiling cheers reached its peak in an instant! Under the attention of everyone.
, the elder raised his left hand and suddenly threw the fresh food into the blazing holy fire!
Green smoke curled up, the blood turned into scorch, and a soul was dedicated to the Lord God. The elder calmly stared at the holy fire for a moment, then slowly turned around and walked towards the temple behind him. There was a special priest's passage there.
, leading to the adjacent Chief Palace.
"Praise the Lord God! The great Sivacohuatl, the immortal sun of the Mexica people, the incarnation of the sublime Lord God, the supreme elder, returns to the throne of God!"
Under the shouts of the high priest, tens of thousands of Mexica people bowed their heads again and saluted, sending off the departing human gods.
The elder's expression was calm and his steps were steady. There was no trace of fatigue or decline on his body. He was like the sun and moon in heaven and earth, as if he would exist forever. Behind him, the captain of the guard was still holding the clay pot, walking inch by inch.
Never leave.
The light gradually dimmed and the shadows slowly enveloped. The elder walked step by step into the towering temple and left the increasingly fierce ceremony. The hustle and bustle of life disappeared in an instant, leaving only death-like silence. The elder walked into the sloping downwards
In the passage, there was no one else around. He finally stopped, and then his body suddenly softened and he fell diagonally towards the cold stone wall!
"Your Majesty!"
The captain of the guard whispered, strode forward, and held the elder's arm in time. "Bang", the slender feather crown fell from the old man's head, and the all-white hair was scattered. The shaking figure brought a breeze, and in the wide room
Under the black robe, the old body is already emaciated. And under the strong smell of spices, there is an old man's smell that cannot be concealed!
"Your Majesty... give you the potion!"
The captain of the guard carefully supported the elder and let him lean on his shoulder. Then, he opened the clay pot and took out a jar of light yellow medicine.
"No, Chevali."
In the Nahua language, Chevali means shadow. The shadow of vague existence is always loyal to the mountains and never leaves.
The elder closed his eyes and rested for a while before calmly opening his eyes and letting out a rare sigh.
"The potion that boosts energy will overdraw my future life. And I don't have much life left...The Alliance cannot do without me. I will try to live as long as possible."
It took a while before the elder came back to his senses. He slowly stood up and stood still, stretched out his hand, took the feather crown and put it on. A strong sweet smell hit his nose, and the elder moved his eyes and stared at it.
My left hand is covered in bright red.
"Chevali."
"Dear elder."
"Tell me honestly. Who do you think can suppress the hearts of the Alliance after I die?"
"Ah, this...venerable sir, you are the immortal sun..."
"explain."
The calm words came softly, but they carried irresistible power. Chevali was silent for a moment before giving a brief answer.
"The high priest and the king. Cooperation between the two of them is enough."
"High Priest..."
The elder stared at his bright red left hand, his eyes as deep and dark as the bottom of the sea. After a while, he slowly spoke without any emotion.
"What if the high priest leaves with me?"
Hearing this, Chevali's expression changed slightly. He thought carefully for a moment, shook his head gently, and remained silent.
"Well. The branch of the Holy City..."
The old man closed his eyes and slowly took back his left hand. In his vicissitudes of mind, a young and delicate face suddenly flashed across his mind.
"The vitality of youth is really enviable..."
After a long silence, the elder sighed quietly. He has been walking all the way since the last century, and his soul has become as strong as the mountains and the sea. In this world, the only thing that can make him sigh is the ruthless time.
"Let's go."
The old man stepped forward and walked slowly underground. Chevali hugged the pot tightly, like a silent sculpture, following him like a shadow. Behind them, the New Year's Festival was reaching its climax!
One name after another, one life after another, and one soul after another! The people of the capital fell into complete fanaticism. Boiling cheers came through the stone wall, spanning the past and present, heading towards a