Aztec Eternals

The temple is deep and dark, and the bonfire is flickering and flickering. On the thick stone walls, there are ancient reliefs of Feathered Serpents, which meander like snakes. On the high altar, the majestic statue of the gods flashed turquoise eyes. Under the peaceful gaze of the god statue, dozens of great chieftains and personal guards from various eastern tribes were lying down in the hall. At this moment, in the entire temple, only six people were standing, and the two were sitting close together.

"Hee hee! My dear brother"

The snake priestess Miyawa knelt and sat in the stone hall, hugging the Great Sun Chief Qiqini from behind. She moved gently, stroking Chiccini's cheek, with a smile on her face, like a close lover.

Chicchini glared angrily, his eyes were full of shock and anger, as well as unconcealable fear. He gritted his teeth and looked at Qiyan, the once loyal warrior commander who had served for many years, even his voice trembled.

"You? You?!."

"Master. I."

The samurai leader Qiyan lowered his head, tears streaming down his face, not daring to look into Chichini's angry eyes.

"Yeah! Qi Yan is also a strong warrior! He is afraid of your anger, and knows that you can't spare him. I can only take this opportunity to strike first and dedicate you to the gods!"

"The witness of the ancestors! The witness of the gods! Qiyan! I forgive all your mistakes! As long as you save my life!"

At the juncture of life and death, after a short period of shock and loss, Chiccini showed his true colors as a hero again. He raised his palm, turned his head to look at Miawa, and swore to the gods and ancestors.

"Miyawa, I swear to my ancestors and gods! I am willing to hand over all the power of the tribe, all the warriors and all the wealth! As long as you let me live, and banished me from the Jinwan tribes to see my father For the sake! I have taken care of you since I was a child!"

".Miyawa. Chief?."

Hearing this, the samurai commander Qi Yan suddenly raised his head. He didn't dare to look at the former Patriarch, but looked at the Snake Priestess with a slightly moving expression, with questioning eyes and vague hopes.

"The power of the tribe? Father?"

Hearing this, the corners of the snake priestess' lips curled up, and her smile became brighter and brighter. She was very interesting, looking at her half-brother and his forced composure, it was like watching a mythological mural carved by hand.

"Hee hee! Chicchini, why didn't you say mother? My mother died at the hands of your mother!."

".Miyawa. At that time, I was the one who protected you!."

"Well! My powerful brother, I have revered you since I was a child, and I have repaid you."

The Snake Priestess nodded, with girlish reverence on her face. She gently pressed her brother's cheek, and then suddenly sighed under Qiqini's expectant eyes.

"It's a pity! I'm not a man either. Otherwise, when will I get you as the chief?"

"I will give you the position of chief Miawa! As long as you exile me, I will leave the land of Golden Bay forever and never return! I swear by the glory of my ancestors!"

"It's a pity, I'm not a man! When ruling a tribe, it's always not as powerful as a god-born warrior, and can convince everyone."

The snake priestess had a gloomy expression, as if she didn't hear Qiqini's words, but sighed to herself. She leaned against her brother's cheek, stroked his heart, and drew a ceremonial heart shape.

"Brother, do you understand? You are a man, as long as you are brave enough, even if you exile your father and kill your brother, you can still control the tribe. But I can't, I am a woman! To secure the position of chief, I need not only ink The support of the Xijia people, clean up the stubborn elders in the clan. I still have a perfect reason to come to Kaesong to surrender and take over your power!."

".Perfect reason?"

Hearing this, Great Sun Chief Qiqini shuddered and sniffed his nose, as if he smelled the smell of death. He lowered his head, staring at the sacrificial dagger inherited from the Olmec in the hands of the snake priestess, and then at Ozley, the chief of the lake tribe who was standing in the corner with a vigilant face, struggling to make a sound.

"Myava, your reason is... to avenge me?"

"Well! As expected of my dear brother! You think of me together."

Snake Priestess Miava smiled brightly and even kissed Chichini on the cheek as a final farewell.

"Brother, you can go with peace of mind! After you leave, I will avenge you, hold a grand funeral for you, and bury you and your father together."

As she spoke, Miawa kept her gentle embrace behind her back, raised the sharp obsidian dagger, and aimed the dagger at the heart that had just been drawn. Feeling the sharp blade close to his chest, Great Chief Qiqini trembled again and shouted sharply.

"Wait, wait a minute! Miyawa, I haven't told you the location of the family wealth! I also know a lot of secrets in the family, and I can control the nobles of the clan! By the way! There are also secrets in the east, The secret of the Holy Land of Hidden Snake City, the artifact sacrificial plate inherited by the Olmecs!"

Hearing Qiqini's shout, the approaching obsidian dagger stopped slightly on his chest. Chief Dari's expression was tense, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his whole body was soaked. But after sweating a lot, he was pleasantly surprised that the numbness in his body seemed to be relieved, as long as he waited a little longer.

"The wealth of the family consists of jade, precious stones, gold and silver in a secret room! And the location of the secret room is just... ah!! Ugh!."

Unparalleled pain came from the heart in an instant. Chief Chichini trembled all over his body, and lowered his head with difficulty, only seeing an Olmec dagger that went straight into the handle, and bright red gushing from his chest.

"Brother, go with peace of mind! I haven't really won power yet, so I can't let my guard down. Come and listen to you about those long secret Feathered Serpent Gods! I have presided over many sacrifices, and this is the last time. Respected descendants of the gods, dedicated to the noble you!."

Miawa leaned against Cicchini's cheek, and on her beautiful face, there was a holy sadness. She let go of the dagger in her hand, hugged her brother tightly with both hands, and let the blood flow all over their robes. She softly comforted and murmured, but her eyes were looking at the statue of the Feathered Serpent facing her, looking straight into those turquoise eyes.

"Pierce the heart and sacrifice to the gods soon, it will be soon! Everything will pass, and you will go to the kingdom of God in the sky, where you will enjoy peace and beauty forever! There will also be many descendants of gods in the whole tribe, and you Bury together. The old belief should be buried in the most sacred sacrifice. And the new belief will be opened in my hands. May the gods bless you!"

"Miyava! You betrayed me, and you betrayed the entire tribe? You...you beautiful poisonous snake!.Uh! Hoho!...you...good.ruthless."

At this moment, the brave and powerful Chief Dari, like a dying fish, fluttered in Miawa's arms. The severe pain quickly made him speechless, only his hands and feet trembling and struggling uncontrollably. But the gentle arms of the woman were stronger than ever before, making it impossible for him to escape the last struggle. But for a moment, the intense hypoxia and ischemia left his brain blank, his body weak, and a slack smile appeared on his face. Then, like a snake, he limply died in the arms of the snake priestess.

".It's really dead. Hey! It's so sad."

The snake priestess stretched out her hand, but couldn't feel the man's breath, so she sighed and let go of her embrace quietly. She stood up and looked at Chief Dari who was lying on the ground, dying with regret, her face was neither happy nor sad. After a long while, she shook her head, and looked at Ozley, chief of the Jihu Department, who had a horrified expression at the corner of the temple.

"Miawa! You killed Chichini?! You? You are?"

At this moment, Great Chief Ozley's eyes widened, looking at the slim and graceful snake priestess, he no longer had any desires. His tall and strong body trembled slightly, like an agouti being stared at by a poisonous snake, full of fear.

"I agree with you to be the chief of the Jinwan tribes!"

"Ozley, it wasn't me who did it just now!"

The snake priestess Miawa smiled charmingly, licked her alluring red lips, and shook her head with a smile.

"That's your dagger, it's you! It's you who wanted to abandon the tribe's warriors and lead the fleet to evacuate. But Chief Dari didn't want to abandon the Jinwan tribe, so he was brutally killed by you at the chiefs meeting. And I killed you in order to protect the whole family and avenge my brother, imprisoned the chiefs, and was forced to surrender to the Mexica."

"Revenge for Chichini? Forced to surrender to the Mexica?"

Hearing this, Chief Ozley's mind went blank, he was at a loss, and even his fingers trembled. He couldn't figure out his thoughts for a moment, but a sentence echoed in his ears.

"kill me?."

"kill him!"

Snake Priestess Miawa's eyes were sharp, looking at the mournful and weeping samurai commander Qiyan who was holding Qiqini's body at his feet, and ordered sharply.

"Qiyan! He killed Chief Chichini. You go kill him and avenge the chief!"

The snake priestess looked at the warrior commander Qiyan, with a dangerous light in his eyes. Qiyan's hesitation and guilt just now gave her a new killing intent. And the current order is a kind of domestication of obedience, and also a kind of anesthesia of thought. Only the samurai commander, Qi Yan, who can accept the "truth" in her mouth, will have the qualifications to survive this conspiracy!

Hearing the order, Qiyan raised his head, his eyes were red, and he stared blankly at the snake priestess.

"Is it Ozley, chief of the Lake Festival, who killed the head of the house?"

"Yes! He killed my brother with the dagger he inherited."

Miawa is persuasive and gentle. Her voice has a strange accent, like a priest preaching.

"Remember! It's Ozley, not us"

"Remember. It's Ozley, not us"

The samurai leader Qiyan murmured, lowered his head, and looked at the dagger on Chichini's chest. His expression gradually became ferocious, like a hunting dog who wanted to devour people.

"Go, kill him!"

"Roar!. Kill you!"

The samurai leader Qiyan roared, pulled out the copper battle ax from his waist, and strode to the chief of the Lake Festival, Ozley. He didn't care about the opponent's weak resistance, and kicked the opponent to the ground with one kick. Then, the brave Jinwan samurai leader raised his red copper ax high, pointed it at the neck of Chief Jihu, and swung it down!

"Wow!"

I've been a little busy recently, I'll update when I have time. Touch your head, Orz