Chapter 554: Declaration in the Temple, Victory of the Eastern Expedition
The long-lost sunshine fell from the open zenith, shining on the statue of the God of Hunting, shining with divine golden light. In the temple on the top of the pyramid, traces of fire and blood still remained, but the priests and temples were missing.
The body of the guard.
At this moment, the flag of the main god was flying in the temple, and hundreds of royal warriors were guarding the top and bottom of the pyramid. When the flag of the Mexica King of the "Evil Spirit Commander" slowly approached, they all lowered their heads and took one knee.
Kneel down and salute the king as he ascends the pyramid.
"Lord God bless you! Praise the Most High King!"
"Um."
Avitt nodded slightly, his expression unchanged. He kept walking, and strode into the most respected temple hall in the Tree Snake City with a conqueror's attitude. Then, there was a low-pitched order from the Mexica warrior.
"Everyone kneel down! Kneel down and pay homage to the Supreme King!"
Mo Qihui was wearing armor and holding an ax, roaring in a low voice. In the past three days, it was he who led hundreds of royal warriors to guard the descendants of the tree snake gods and hereditary nobles who were constantly being escorted near the pyramid. These captives were of noble status and respected blood, and they were the victory.
The most important sacrifice in the grand ceremony must not be lost.
"You! Why don't you kneel down?!"
Mo Qihui looked around the hall, and when he saw the only standing figure, his eyes suddenly froze. He stepped forward quickly, raised his foot, and gave a precise kick.
"Well!"
Tree Snake City Lord Okote's expression changed suddenly and he cried out in pain. He received a heavy blow to his leg and immediately lost his balance. With a "pop", he fell to his knees.
"You...how dare!...Ugh!"
Before the Lord of Tree Snake City could finish his scolding, he was hit hard on the shoulder again. His whole body was in severe pain and he fell directly to the ground. He was forced to bow to the approaching king and salute.
"God bless you! Your Majesty, your loyal warrior, the military nobleman of the capital in the lake, and the senior warrior Mo Qihui greet you!"
Mo Qihui knelt down on one knee, pressed on Okote, and saluted the king respectfully. While saluting, he also used force on his knees to firmly suppress the back of the Tree Snake City Lord, preventing the opponent from moving.
"Yes! Yes, my loyal warrior!"
Seeing this scene, Avitt's face showed a satisfied smile. This is the kind of warrior he likes. He can be respectful and loyal, despise the old dignity, and have no other distracting thoughts in his heart except loyalty to the king. Even if he faces anything
Noble descendants of gods, traditional nobles, and foreign demons will all be trampled under their feet without mercy!
"Mo Qihui, I remember that you are the fallen vanguard general, a hereditary noble of the alliance, and the younger brother of the Eagle Warrior Mo Selloki?"
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
When he heard his brother's name, Mo Qihui raised his head. He looked at the supreme king in his heart with a somewhat excited expression.
"Witness the Lord God! My brother died fighting for you at the top of Tree Snake City! And I will also die for you!"
"good very good!"
Hearing this, Avitt looked solemn. He looked at Mo Qihui's sincere expression and nodded slowly.
"The Lord God bless you! Your brother will enjoy eternal peace in the red kingdom. And you, my warrior, will inherit his glory and fight for me!"
"God bless you! Your Majesty, I am willing to fight for you until death!"
Mo Qihui lowered his head deeply, pressed down on the distinguished Lord of Tree Snake City, and paid homage meticulously.
Avitt smiled. Such a young, loyal, and fearless little noble warrior was the target of his promotion.
"Mo Qihui, I remember that you broke into the city with the Death Dog and captured two princes of the Tlaxcala people?"
"Yes, Your Majesty! Two divine captives, dedicated to the supreme god and you!"
Hearing these two words, the lying Tree Snake City Lord Okote was startled, and his expression suddenly changed. Regardless of the pain all over his body, he suddenly struggled.
"Woo! Woo! What did you just say, two captured divine princes? Ugh!..."
Mo Qihui's expression turned cold and merciless. He stretched out his left palm and struck the side of Okote's neck sharply, causing the opponent's vision to go dark immediately. The blood supply to his brain was insufficient, and he was speechless for a moment.
"Ha ha!"
Avitt was full of fun and laughed heartily. Then he shook his head slightly and stretched out his hand to stop it.
"That's it, my warrior! After all, this is the Lord of the Tree Snake City of the Tlaxcala people, the leader of the four most respected leaders... Let him stand and speak!"
"I obey you, Your Majesty!"
Mo Qihui nodded in agreement, stretched out his hand, and forcibly dragged the dizzy Okote up from the ground. Then, he took out the sisal rope and skillfully tied the hands of the Tree Snake City Lord to eliminate any possible threat.
Avitt stretched out his staff and used the tip of the hard gem to hold up Okote's chin. He carefully looked at the other person's white teeth and smiled lightly.
"Are you the Lord of Tree Snake City, Ocott?"
"..."
Okote raised his head and looked at the King of Mexica, who was very close at hand. He clenched his hands into fists, gritted his teeth, and his eyes were like knives, but he remained silent.
"Um?"
Avitt frowned slightly, his face showing surprise. Mo Qihui immediately punched Okote hard on his fragile and sensitive side.
"ah!"
Okote exhaled in pain, and his forehead suddenly started to hurt and he sweated. His face turned purple for a while, and after a while, he barely straightened his back, trying to maintain his final dignity.
"No...that's right! I am the leader of the Tlaxcala people, the glorious tree serpent god, the city lord of Ocotruco, the elder Ocote!...The leader of the Mexica people, you
If you collude with the volcano monsters underground and launch a blasphemous war, you will surely suffer the divine punishment of extinction! Ugh!..."
Mo Qihui's expression turned cold, and he struck another sharp blow to the side of his waist. Okote was hit hard and fell to his knees with a bang. His whole body twitched for a while before he managed to recover.
"You, you! Barbaric Mexicans!..."
"Ah!"
Avitt smiled faintly, his expression unchanged, and stared at the tree snake god kneeling in front of him. He was not angry at the other party's offense, because this was an old enemy who failed in the war and was also a sacrifice destined to be sacrificed.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Go and bring up the two captured Tlaxcala princes and let him take a good look!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
The two guards bowed their heads and bowed, and then left quickly. After a while, they escorted the two young gods who were crying, and came to the desperate Okot.
"Ugh...Father!"
"Ah! My son... Omochi, Tohno!"
Okote was stunned for a moment. He looked at his two crying sons, tears streaming down his face.
"God of Hunting! Why did you abandon us and cut off the bloodline of the tree snake god?"
In the sacred temple, under the gaze of the King of Mexica, the respected father and son faced each other and cried, filled with the sorrow and despair of the fallen royal family. After crying for a moment, Ocott suddenly thought of something. His voice trembled.
, asked with some fear and some expectation.
"Where's your...sister?"
"Father!..."
The elder Prince Omochi shook his head quickly and signaled Okot not to ask. Okot suddenly realized that he immediately shut up and said nothing. However, it was obviously too late.
"Huh? There's another fish that slipped through the net?"
Avitt raised his brows. He looked at the leader of the Dead Dog Army behind him and asked in a deep voice.
"Dead Dog, is there Ocott's daughter among the captured gods?"
"...Uh, Your Majesty."
Chi Chi, the dead dog, thought for a while and shook his head in the affirmative.
"The captured gods are all being held near the pyramid. There are several Tlaxcala princesses among them, but there is no daughter of Ocott."
Hearing this, Okote's expression moved, his face beamed with joy, and he prayed devoutly in his heart.
"Um..."
Avitt's expression turned cold, he pondered for a moment, and then issued the royal order.
"King's order, search the whole city again! Count the captured Trakala prisoners, don't let any god descendants escape!"
"...Your Majesty! If she is a young princess, she may be in the camp of the city-state legion."
Mo Qihui was very loyal. After thinking for a moment, he loudly replied in front of the generals.
"The military discipline of the city-state army is loose. Many city-state nobles will kidnap beautiful ladies and hide them in their camps! I am willing to lead warriors for you to search every camp in the city-state!"
Hearing this, the city-state nobles present looked at each other a few times, and their expressions were a little ugly. Xochikalo pursed his lips, feeling dissatisfied, but did not come forward to explain.
"oh?"
Hearing this, Avitt's heart moved. With a sharp look in his eyes, he was about to give an order.
"Ahem! Your Majesty!"
The chief intelligence officer in the shadow took a step forward and saluted solemnly. With a smile on his face, he looked at everyone present and spoke cautiously and gently.
"In the past few months, the legions of various city-states have obeyed the king's orders, fought hard, and made great achievements in siege! And the legion commanders have also tried their best to serve the supreme king!..."
After hearing the words of the chief intelligence officer, the expressions of the city-state nobles softened. The dead dog Chi Chi Mickey stretched out his foot and quietly kicked Mo Qihui, who was kneeling. The young royal warrior knew that he had made a mistake. Although he did not understand in his heart
No regrets, but no more words.
"Your Majesty, she is just a noblewoman. She may have died somewhere in the city long ago, and her body is not found... There is no need to make a big fanfare. You can ask the commanders of each army to conduct self-examination. As long as the time is limited, the captured divine descendants will be handed over.
Can."
"Um..."
Avitt was silent. In the past few months, the driving and consumption of the city-state army had probably reached the limit of each department, and it was not easy to stimulate it further. He thought for a moment, finally put aside the situation, and nodded.
"Yes! Gillim, just do as you say!"
Afterwards, Avitt strode away, no longer paying attention to Okote, whose expression changed and he was uneasy. Since he had defeated his opponent and enjoyed the pleasure of conquest, he would not leave any more attention. The king's eyes always want to
Look forward and look higher.
High in front is the human statue of the God of Hunting, cast in gold and more than two meters high. He holds a silver bow and looks to the east, standing on the highest point of the Tree Snake City in a hunting posture. And in
Surrounding the statue are bright and majestic murals of cloud snakes, and heaps of inheritance pictures. As for the small pieces of jade, gemstones, gold and silver ornaments in the temple, they had long been carefully plundered by the royal warriors stationed there.
"Call the craftsmen accompanying the army and give them ten days! Melt the statue of the God of Hunting and cast the sculpture of the Lord God!"
King Avit's eyes were like daggers. He looked at the golden statue and gave an order coldly. The Alliance conquered various states. The most important places were the descendants of the gods and the temples. The former must be sacrificed to the God of War, while the latter must be destroyed, rebuilt and enshrined.
The supreme god!
"Call the painters again, eradicate the murals of the old gods, and redraw the legend of the main god! Erase the main status of the God of Hunting. From now on, all Tlaxcalans must regard the God of War as their main god!"
In the ancient Cloud Serpent Temple, Avit looked solemn and his voice was loud, announcing the conquest of the main god. This was also the conquest of the Mexica Alliance, from the destruction of the body to the unification of the soul.
"As for these inherited boards, let the war priests collect them and transport them all back to the capital city in the lake and store them in the magnificent temple!"
"I obey your will, Your Majesty!"
"Very good! The supreme god protects the great alliance!"
The sun fell from the zenith, falling both on the face of the God of Hunting and on Avitt's gorgeous armor, casting a golden halo. After a moment, he turned around, facing away from the God's gaze.
Facing the prostrate people, he slowly raised his staff and let out a deafening shout.
"The Lord God has sent down his will! He conquered the God of Hunting, and his throne was raised high again!...The light of the sun enveloped the Tlaxcala Basin, and the four-state alliance of Tlaxcala perished today!...
From today on, all tribes in Tlaxcala will convert to the main god and submit to the Mexica people! The tribes who do not want to convert will only end up in destruction!"
As the old enemy of the Mexica for decades, the Tlaxcalans did not receive preferential treatment from the Prepecha people. The strength of the alliance is not what it used to be, and it will not do anything to the remaining hundreds of thousands of Tlaxcalans.
Compromise on power.
In the king's plan, the fate of most Tlaxcala tribes is to serve as vassals, serfs or even slaves, sacrificing young women every year to provide men for war. They will accept the Mexican army as a lower-level status.
The assimilation of the Sika people took one or two generations to slowly integrate into the alliance.
"...Under the majestic sight of the Lord God, the glorious Eastern March was victorious! All warriors who participated in the God's War, regardless of origin, will be blessed by the Lord God and rewarded by the alliance!... God Bless the Alliance, we are destined to rule
The whole world!"
The king's voice echoed in the temples of the Tlaxcalans, like thunder.
There was silence in the temple hall for a moment, followed by the fanatical shouts and hysterical roars of the Mexica warriors.
"The Divine Blessing Alliance, rule the world! The Divine Blessing King, ascend to the highest place! Roar, roar!..."
Amid the passionate cheers of the Mexica people, Ocot raised his head with difficulty and looked at the statue of the God of Hunting. The golden light on the statue was so dazzling that it made him burst into tears and hurt his heart.
"Supreme Cloud Snake! I saw your towering corpse on the Snake Mountain of the God of War... And the cruel God of War is sitting high on the throne, chewing your bones and flesh, drinking your blood!... The Hunting
God, and his descendants, will die on the pyramid and never come back..."