Aztec Eternals

The morning sun rises in the sky, and the light spreads to the earth. The chants of the Mexica priests echoed between heaven and earth, becoming the only bridge between gods and humans.

In the central square of Xilotepec, the priests of Otomi have just been sacrificed collectively, and the grand sacrificial ceremony is about to reach its climax.

Looking at the thousand kneeling Otomi soldiers and their bloody hands, the royal commander Othello nodded in satisfaction and laughed heartily.

"Okay, great! Come on, please invite the priests and elders of Ugel to preside over the holy conversion ceremony!"

The guard stepped back respectfully. After a while, the priest and elder Ugel came in a heavy and solemn obsidian attire, holding an emerald scepter, and strode steadily forward.

Looking from a distance of dozens of steps, the stone crown of gems is shining brightly, the bottom covers the broad forehead, the gorgeous feathers spread out to the sky, and the end covers the fat cheeks. At this time, the priests and elders of Ugel are like the messengers of the gods in the world, intertwined with divinity and humanity, and the majesty is indescribable.

Commander Othelor bowed his head to pay tribute to the priest and elder, and Ugel also slightly moved his scepter to salute his decades old friend. Immediately, the priests and elders boarded the altar, stretched out the staff again, and pointed the holy fire under the altar.

Dozens of low-level priests then came respectfully, carrying bright yellow and mysterious stones of the dead. The priests first placed several huge clay pots for offering sacrifices 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 braziers with wide intervals on the square. Finally, they stood solemnly in front of the brazier, with several pottery cups for sacrificial wine placed under their feet. On both sides of each priest are four temple guards in black wolf suits. These temple warriors hold shields and sticks, piously guarding the faith.

The accompanying third-level officiant stepped forward, knelt down and asked for instructions.

"Dear Patriarch, what kind of sacrifice should be used when swearing by blood?"

With a calm face, Ugel ordered in a deep voice.

"This is the first collective conversion after the main god became supreme. Naturally, the god descendant with the highest specification will be used. It will take at least a month for you to find Othelol!"

The priest nodded and stepped back. Soon, he came to the side of Commander Othello, saluted and passed the report. Hearing this, Oselor was slightly taken aback, and looked up in the direction of Ugel, who also looked at the same time. The commander looked at the majestic and serious old friend, nodded helplessly, and gave instructions to the guards in a low voice.

"Bring a small team of the god-born royal family, and try to gather as many as twenty people."

Surprise flashed across the guard's face. Immediately, he retreated respectfully and went to the warriors in charge of custody.

Time passed quietly, and the singing of the Mexica priests echoed between heaven and earth. The Otomi were at a loss for their own fate, and looked around blankly. Then, they suddenly shouted loudly, and were ruthlessly suppressed by the Mexica warriors.

I saw a group of elite eagle warriors escorting twenty Otomi descendants towards the central square. This is the supreme royal bloodline of the city-state, which has ruled the city of Hirotepec for a hundred years, and is another belief of the Otomi people.

More than a dozen mid-level priests immediately greeted them and led the descendants of the gods to the altar.

Under the disbelieving eyes of all the Otomi, the descendants of the gods already understood their destiny. Some of them are generous, some are angry, some are fearful, some are crying bitterly. Silent or vocal, calm or trembling, all will be lost to eternity.

In the square, the chanting of the priests suddenly became louder, the drums of the warriors became louder again, and the screams of the descendants of the gods gradually weakened. Only the Otomi were desperate and silent. They watched the vigorous vitality flow quickly, and when the sacrificial pots were filled with bright red, the fuel was thrown into the sacred fire, burning all the spiritual sustenance of the Otomi people.

Soon, the clay cups for sacrificial wine were filled with bright red holy wine and placed in front of dozens of braziers.

Ugel looked up at the sky, the sun had already risen to the highest point, emitting infinite light and heat. The elder priest nodded slightly. When he waved the magic staff, all the voices stopped, and there was only the supreme divine word in the world!

"Praise my God, Vitzilopochtli! His power is infinite, supreme and mighty. From the past to the future, he controls all existence until the end comes.

Those who obey my God will ascend to heaven, be forgiven, and enjoy peace forever! Those who disobey my god will sink into the abyss of the earth, turn into gold and stone, and will never be free! .

Otomi people, offer all your body and mind to the Supreme God, wash away all sins from now on, and enjoy the light forever! "

Natalie, who had been lying on her knees for a long time, finally raised her head when she heard about the eternal light. He saw the Mexica priests add bright yellow fetishes to the holy fire, and the flame instantly turned blue. The long wind blew, and the sacred breath rushed to his face, choking him to shed pious tears.

Natalie got up with difficulty, and under the guidance of the warriors, he walked quickly to the location of the holy flame. Immediately, he came to the brazier, faced the smiling middle-aged priest, and knelt down reverently again.

Bravo nodded with a smile. He looked at the young Otomi warrior with kindness in his eyes.

After meeting His Highness that time, his luck suddenly changed. The priests in the capital city first sent people to recruit and asked many local nobles for information, and the middle-aged priests gave detailed reports one by one. Soon, he had the opportunity to learn characters, and then studied new teachings, learning love and God's words. This time, he followed the Patriarch of Ugel to the north, and as a first-level assistant, he participated in the great conversion ceremony of Hirotepec.

"My child, come, cut off a lock of your hair, and throw it into the holy fire in front of you. From now on, under the witness of the supreme Lord God, you will burn away the guilt of the past, dedicate your wholehearted love, and embrace the light of the Lord God! "

The voice of the middle-aged priest is magnetic and gentle, and his words are even more tempting.

Natalie perked up. Under the attention of the temple guards, he took Obsidian's dagger, cut off half of his hair without hesitation, and threw it into the brazier.

Looking at the burning black hair and smelling the scorched breath, the young warrior's shoulders suddenly relaxed. The darkness in his heart was slowly burned away in the sacred ceremony, and the light in his chest gradually bloomed with the warmth of the flame.

"I am devout, I am innocent and bright"

Natalie kept chanting, his eyes lit up, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Bravo nodded in satisfaction. This is a devout good believer, and may even become a fanatic. It has been only a few months since the first batch of Otomi warriors surrendered, such a belief is incredible!

"My child, come, drink this cup of holy wine, and pray to the Lord God. From then on, under the witness of the Supreme Lord God, you will swear to Him and obtain the sacred duty to shine the glory of the Lord God!"

Natalie was certain. Under the more serious attention of the temple guards, he obediently took the blood wine, faced the burning brazier, and was the first to drink it down in one gulp. Immediately, the bright red slid down the corner of his mouth, fell into the brazier, and then rose and dispersed. This is the blazing holy fire, omnipotent and omnipotent. It can disperse 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 became hot and his heart beat vigorously. He has been injected with inexhaustible motivation and has new goals and missions:

In this land where we grew up since childhood, bring light to all the lost! Let them feel the warmth of God. Let them all be like themselves.

"I accept the responsibility of God, and I spread the glory of God!"

Natalie whispered to herself. 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 for a while, then took a string of brand new silver necklace amulets from his neck, and handed them to Natalie.

"My child, come, take it with you. This is the symbol of the Lord God. From now on, you are a warrior of the Lord God. You will 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 piously, put it on her neck carefully, and then held the amulet to pray. At the front of the necklace is a gold sun talisman. A simple hummingbird is engraved in the sun, shaped like a simple "dagger". The hummingbird and the sun are the god of war and the sun god, and now, he is the supreme god!

"Supreme Vitzilopochtli, for whom I fight"

Natalie continued to chant, devoting herself to it, with a strange look in her eyes.

Bravo wowed with admiration, what 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 thousand surrendered soldiers were all excellent believers. Their hearts have been completely emptied, full of longing for faith and salvation. As long as they are infused with the glory of God and rebuild their faith, these people will become the most devout temple warriors, fighting for the Mexica Alliance and firmly controlling the North for the High Priest!

Soon, a thousand surrendered soldiers completed the ceremony of cutting hair and drinking blood. Everything went smoothly, with only minor hiccups.

"Elder Ugel, there is an Otomi warrior who has no hair, how should he perform the hair-cutting ceremony?"

The priest came to the stage again and asked in a low voice.

Ugel frowned slightly. He shook the heavy stone crown, thought for a while and said.

"If you don't have hair, then sacrifice a little finger! I seem to have heard someone say that this is also the way to eliminate evil. Let's do this in the future!"

The officiant was slightly taken aback. He was very knowledgeable, but he had never heard of such a ceremony. He looked again at the elder's slightly frowned brows, bowed his head respectfully, and stepped back silently.

"Forget it, the sacrifice of one's own flesh and blood will always make the sacrificer more pious!"

After getting off the altar, the priest silently shook his head and left in a hurry.

Next, there are more than 4,000 new Otomi warriors. The Mexica warriors divided them into squads of hundreds of people, leading them forward in batches, cutting their hair, converting their faith, and taking blood oaths.

The conversion of hair and hair is similar to the allegiance of a warrior, and in the new doctrine is the burning of guilt and conversion to the Lord God. The blood-stained oath is an oath to the god, and from then on, it assumes the responsibility bestowed by the main god and spreads the glory of the main god. According to the level of sacrifice, the priests set different standards for the blood oath to distinguish believers. The blood oath ceremony itself also symbolizes a religious qualification. Currently, the priesthood does not plan to popularize it.

These new Otomi warriors were pale and hesitant. In their concept, there are many gods in the world, and there is no obstacle to believing in the God of War. But from now on, God of War is regarded as the only main god, believing that he is omnipotent and supreme, and believing that other gods are only subordinate to the main god, or even ordinary saints. Difficult to complete in a short time.

The priests of the Otomi people have passed away, and the temple has been completely burned down. Most of the Otomi warriors have chosen to bow their heads and convert and burn their severed hair. Then, the royal family of the god-born withered, and the blood wine was placed before their eyes, and some Otomi warriors could no longer bear it. They excitedly held the sacrificial daggers, and before they stabbed the Mexica priest in front of them, they were violently knocked down by the prepared temple guards wielding their batons.

Regardless of whether the Otomi warriors were silent or resisted, as long as they failed to complete the two key rituals, they would be ruthlessly dragged out by the guards. Then, these scarred warriors were firmly bound with their hands and placed in a corner of the square.

Ugel looked around the square, thinking silently. After the two-step ceremony, about 3,500 Otomi warriors completely surrendered, and the remaining 600 warriors were arrested. These die-hard samurai looked angry and their eyes were like knives. They stared at the two batches of Otomi soldiers, scolding angrily, and their words pierced into the hearts of the soldiers like arrows.

Natalie listened to the harsh scolding, and stared at these unrepentant warriors, his eyes gradually became murderous. Beside him, a thousand Otomi descendants had regained the warrior's club and shield. Their expressions were cold and full of killing intent, even surpassing the elite Mexica battle group.

"It's really a stubborn Otomi mountain people." Ugel pouted slightly. Immediately, he swung his magic 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 a bright road! Now, the road to the Kingdom of God has been opened. You can fight with these lost Let the warriors engage in holy duels, and help them go to the beautiful kingdom of God instead of falling into the abyss of misery!"

Hearing the priest's message, Natalie raised the baton in his hand, ready to fight. Unexpectedly, Priest Bravo shook his head slightly at him.

"My children, you have proved your loyalty and bravery. Now it is the turn of the second batch of newly surrendered warriors!"

Natalie flinched slightly. Soon, he looked at the demoralized more than 3,000 surrendered soldiers, 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 Othello smiled and waved his hands to stop them. Elder Ugel also cast his gaze over. In the corner, Priest Bravo was thoughtful.

"Weymark! Why are you still hesitating!" Natalie grabbed his friend's shoulder from the crowd.

"These warriors are lost people who cannot be saved, and they are symbols of darkness! They will die in the end, so let us send these warriors a ride and let them ascend to the kingdom of the Lord God!"

Waymark looked at Natalie in disbelief. At this time, his friend was familiar yet unfamiliar. Is this still the simple warrior who had a comrade in arms and cared for the villagers? He carefully looked into his friend's eyes, but saw a bright clarity, full of firm belief. This made him dazed again.

"Weymark, don't hesitate! For the sake of the Lord God, kill the enemy, free the opponent, and shine on yourself!" Natalie thought for a while, looked at the stunned Balamore in the distance, and remembered the help method of the poet warrior. He Then he stuffed his baton and shield into Waymark's hands, and pushed him into the corner of the duel.

Waymark's expression changed. He walked slowly to the center of the duel, and was pushed on the opposite side by a warrior with empty hands. After defending the city for two years, the two knew each other well, weathered the storm together, and stood firm under the siege of the Mexica. However, at this moment, as soon as the other party saw him, they cursed, struggled to get up from their injured body, and rushed forward.

At first, Waymark felt guilty and just parried with his shield. However, the empty-handed samurai on the opposite side used all his strength to hit him hard on his unprepared back, and even snatched the baton in his hand. Waymark suffered a burst of pain, his life was threatened several times, and his eyes gradually became cruel.

Finally, the opponent rushed forward again and was blocked by the shield in his left hand. The warrior's body leaned forward inertially, sending a cursing head to the range of the baton's attack. Afterwards, the battle stick hesitated for a moment, and struck sideways vigorously, hitting the fragile temple with a bang. Then there was a click, and the opposite warrior's neck folded, and he took a strange posture. Finally, with a strange smile, he fell softly to the ground without a sound.

The anger in Waymark's chest suddenly subsided. He stood there for two seconds, looking at the distorted smile on the corpse, sighed softly in his heart, then turned and returned. Then, avoiding Natalie's embrace, he just returned the baton and shield to his friend, then knelt on the ground in a daze, subconsciously praying in a low voice.

"The Lord God is supreme and great. Dedicate all body and mind. Wash away all sins. Enjoy the light forever"

On the altar, Ugel nodded in satisfaction. He thought about it again, and asked the two groups of Otomi soldiers to persuade each other.

Under the demonstration of Battalion Commander Waymark, one or two hundred soldiers came out one after another. Holding shields and batons, they fought against the empty-handed and wounded warriors on the opposite side, killing their former comrades one by one. Then, under the guidance of the priests, the descendants prayed devoutly to the Lord God, seeking relief and light.

In their hearts, the shackles cracked silently, and the fire burned secretly!

Ugel waited for a while, and saw that no soldiers came out. He shook his head slightly, but he didn't force it. The priests and elders counted a little, and there were about 500 die-hard warriors left in the corner, and they were temporarily put aside.

Next, it was the turn of the long-awaited more than 20,000 civilians. The long-term hunger left a deep mark on these civilians, and the thin chest clearly outlined the ribs. They are like duckweed in the wind, and the fire of life may be extinguished at any time.

Ugel waved his scepter again. The priests removed the remaining holy wine and replaced it with freshly heated tortillas. The aroma of the tortillas evokes the hearts of the people, and the eyes of the common people are full of frightening longing. They hadn't eaten a good meal for two years, hadn't had a full meal for four months, and hadn't even had food for days. At this time, the civilians were like wild beasts driven by desire, spurred by the warriors and lined up in nearly a hundred teams.

Cut off the hair, throw it into the fire, chant the name of God, and eat corn cakes. The process is so simple and fast, just take away the civilians who have received food to prevent them from receiving it again. In the end, there were only about a hundred people who refused to convert, and were directly stripped of their clothes. After their identities were checked, they were driven out of the city naked.

Ugel didn't care, and let these civilians fend for themselves. He calculated silently in his heart, and then ordered the left and right to wave the divine staff again.

Soon, a group of forty or fifty civilians were driven forward, and on the other side was an Otomi warrior with his hands tied. The overseer's Temple Guard threw a few obsidian daggers in the field and ordered the duel to begin, with no end in sight.

Then, there was a deathly silence in the arena. One side is fearful, and the other side is powerless. Until half a quarter of an hour later, everyone was executed, and the bright red pierced their eyes. The civilians opened their eyes wide again, looking at the reality that they had to choose.

The subsequent duel was much simpler and quicker. Among the 40 or 50 people, someone would always grab the dagger, and someone would strike decisively to kill the samurai who could not fight back. When the gore is ignited, brutal scenes unfold. The civilians rushed forward, using daggers, limbs, and even teeth as weapons to tear apart the threat of life. At this time, in order to survive, there is no room for hesitation and hesitation.

The old order is then overthrown again, as has long been the idea.

Balamo looked at it for a while, then shook his head and sighed melancholy.

"The ants gather into a torrent, and they can devour the dirt dog without leaving any flesh and blood. What kind of surging power is hidden under the gentle water?"

After reading this, the warrior poet looked at Natalie again, only to see that the other party was holding the necklace of the sun hummingbird, praying devoutly with his eyes closed.

In the wide square, dozens of duels were going on at the same time. The Mexica priests watched calmly, and the Mexica warriors looked on admiringly. In each team, the first Otomi civilian who attacked the samurai would be called out, as a representative of loyalty, to accept the approval of the priest and the judgment of the samurai. Afterwards, these people were gathered near the descendants, and the two sides looked at each other complicatedly, waiting for the next reward together.

In the eyes of the priests and elders in the capital, duels of this level are lengthy and boring. Ugel closed his eyes slightly and fell asleep while standing up. It wasn't until the sun was setting that the chief priest stepped forward carefully and softly woke up the priests and elders who "communicated with God".

When Ugel opened his eyes, he saw that more than five hundred loyal civilians had been selected. Their faces were full of ferocity after a life-and-death fight, their eyes were full of bewilderment when their concepts collapsed, and there were various scattered bloodstains on their bodies.

The priests and elders evaluated for a moment, then waved the staff again. Bravo had already returned to the brazier and waited, turning the flames into blue again. The priests communicated with the heavens and the earth, scooped out the remaining holy wine, and made a blood oath for these outstanding commoners.

Time passed quietly, and the loyal civilian representatives finished their blood oaths one after another, and their expressions changed again, as if there was something vaguely added. The royal commander stepped onto the altar, discussed with the priests and elders for a while, and finally made a final decision.

The 1,200 blood-stained Ottomi soldiers had the highest status. These people have executed the priests and warriors who resisted, and they are the most trusted force of the alliance. The commander generously rewarded them with gold and silver feather ornaments, noble mansions and enough land, and promoted them to new nobles according to their performance. In the next formation of the Otomi Samurai Legion, they will serve as all grassroots officers, and even as the commander of a samurai battalion, commanding thousands of people.

The remaining 3,000 Otomi warriors will be rewarded with houses and property, and will become warriors of the alliance from then on. They will also undergo a two-month training integration and re-establish their faith under the guidance of priests.

More than five hundred civilians who have proved their loyalty will serve as the community managers of the alliance, and will also be rewarded with houses and property. With the Mexica priests of the new community at their core, they will take the roots of the alliance deep down.

The last more than 20,000 civilians will form a community and continue to serve as the bottom soil of the alliance. They would work the fields, work as artisans, pay tribute, and provide labor. Of course, what the common people can do now is to follow the priests, pray devoutly, and then receive the food to survive from the hands of the priests.

The chants of the priests sounded again, and the warriors danced to send off the gods. Ugel respectfully bid farewell to the main god, and then announced: The sacrifice is over, and the main god is very satisfied!

Hearing this, everyone fell to the ground together, called the name of God three times, and bid farewell to the setting sun respectfully. The Otomi soldiers crawled 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 Mexica warriors returned to the camp outside the city with all kinds of belongings in their arms, and those with outstanding military exploits had another reward. Paramo held Natalie and looked at the "big new tree in the garden". I saw the other party with a calm expression, sitting cross-legged on the ground alone, still praying silently.

"Natali, my friend, let's go, there are new rewards outside the camp, and the commander specifically mentioned your name."

Natalie nodded silently. He looked around, but Wemak didn't know where he went. The young Otomi warrior just sighed a little, then strode away with firm eyes.

The two were silent all the way. The poet warrior also fell into melancholy meditation. It wasn't until he was 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 glanced sideways, but saw hundreds of Otomi ladies in torn clothes, ranging in age from fourteen to thirty. They huddled together under the guard of the samurai, trembling and weeping silently. Now and then a licensed Mexica warrior strides in, picks out a favorite, and carries it away on his shoulders.

"Natalie, my friend, haven't you always hoped to have a wife of noble origin? Come on, you are still young, choose a younger partner, take it home and treat it well."

Palamo smiled slightly and put his arm around Natalie's shoulder. The eyes of the poet and warrior are still clear, and the smile is melancholy and vicissitudes.

Natalie watched for a moment in silence. Immediately, he firmly held the amulet around his neck, prayed for a moment, and his eyes brightened again.

"No, Paramo. I'm going back to my prayers."

After finishing speaking, Natalie nodded to the warrior poet and strode towards the barracks.

Seeing Natalie's figure going away, Baramo shook his head. He sighed softly, inexplicably melancholy, poetic.

Immediately, the poet warrior showed the token given by the commander, stepped into the fragrant tent, and looked for the moment of heart-beating. After searching for a while, his eyes lit up, and he found a delicate girl with bright eyes.

"Such pure eyes, as my pure heart. What a beautiful face. As beautiful as my love. Now, you are a new flower in my garden!"

After finishing speaking, Palamo took two steps forward, held the cold and soft hand of the other party, looked at the pure and disturbed eyes like a deer, and smiled with satisfaction and gentleness.

At this time, on the altar in the city, Ugel sat cross-legged and yawned slightly as he watched the priests clean up.

"It's finally finished. Execute the hopeless priests, sacrifice the nobles with noble blood, reward the noble women who are suitable for childbearing, and then convert the warriors needed by the alliance, and convert the largest number of civilians

Pick loyal Trunks from among the warriors, let their hands be bloodied, break with the past, and serve as officers of the Chapter. Select loyal roots from the commoners, and let them be bloodied, separated from the past, and serve as the managers of the community. There are also conflicts between warriors and commoners

Then bring God's revelation and comfort to these loyal people 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 all be told at the meeting of the High Priests! .”

Ugel laughed loudly, his round face trembling, and he was inexplicably proud.

"Haha, I'm so smart! What kind of class analysis should this be called? I seem to have heard someone say it. I don't care. Anyway, I still have time to study!"

Thinking of this sentence and thinking of a familiar old man, Ugel laughed heartily again. Afterwards, the elder priest shook his big head, and under the respectful eyes of the priests, he strode towards the commander's camp.

The capital was undercurrents, and he happened to ask his old friends for their opinions.

"Othelol is about a little wiser than I am, and maybe I can hear more."

While shaking, the priests and elders walked briskly, and they walked far away in a short time.

After a while, the sun fell, darkness fell, and the city of Xilotepec was conquered.

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