Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!
Chapter 722 - 387: Three Gods are Dead, Chief Divine Supreme!

Chapter 722: Chapter 387: Three Gods are Dead, Chief Divine Supreme!

"Thud, thud, thud!"

As the sun climbed, it bathed the Stone City in a bloody hue. After many years, the sonorous beat of war drums sounded once more in Kulamo City. Beneath the pyramid, the Copper Armor Leader personally struck the drum, and large troops of rebels shouted the slogan of the three gods as they charged towards the pyramid!

"Whoosh, whoosh!"

The first two hundred or so rebel Archers, in a loose formation with Hunting Bows and Reed Arrows in hand, climbed to the bottom of the pyramid. They took their positions and aimed upwards at the Mexica Samurai. Although the bows of the rebels were supple, from such a close distance, they managed to injure a few Samurai.

General Etalik’s eyebrows arched. He waved the command flag, and the Mexica Samurai retreated a few meters upward, taking position on the upper part of the pyramid, forming an even tighter battle formation. If they could hold this final assault, the rebels would no longer have the strength to mount a strong attack. Then, it would be his chance to counterattack.

"Thud thud thud!"

After three rounds of shooting, the rebel Archers paused for a brief moment. The drumming then became more urgent, and the shouts louder. Over two hundred rebel Javelin Throwers with Javelins on their backs passed the Archers at the base and continued to climb towards the middle of the pyramid. Soon, the fastest of the Javelin Throwers had reached the middle of the pyramid, raising their wooden and stone Javelins, ready to throw them upwards.

Etalik immediately blew the war whistle and waved the red flag. The Mexica warriors put down their shields to cover their lower bodies. Then, the Royal Army Archers stopped sparing their Arrows and rapidly fired at the climbing Javelin Throwers.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

With the enemy so close and the Royal Army Archers shooting downhill with their powerful Longbows, it only took two rounds of firing before the two hundred Javelin Throwers suffered heavy casualties and started tumbling down the steps. The steep stairs were over ten meters high, and the Javelin Throwers screamed as they crashed at the base of the pyramid, leaving behind a jarring crimson splash. In total, they had only managed to throw a half-round of javelins, barely bringing down a dozen Samurai.

Guramo watched the scene, which resembled a sacrifice, with an unchanged expression. He abruptly signaled with his hand, and another group of two hundred Javelin Throwers/climbed up, their formation loose.

Etalik’s brows furrowed, and he ordered another round of shooting.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

The piercing Copper Arrows penetrated the bodies of those dressed in plain clothes, bringing with them the cries of the dying! In the face of the one-sided slaughter, the rebel troops halfway up the pyramid gradually scattered, fleeing in terror towards the base, and some even leaped down in a frenzy.

With an impassive face, Guramo gave orders to his trusted aide. The Zicao warriors beheaded over a hundred fleeing men in front of their formation and then pressed the third group of Javelin Throwers to attack.

The shooting from atop the pyramid finally began to thin out. The Royal Family Archers were running out of arrows, and Short Spears and small shields were brought up. Amidst the sparse Feathered Arrows, the third wave of Javelin Throwers barely managed to reach the middle tier, took the Javelins from their backs, threw them haphazardly upwards for a round, and then hurriedly retreated!

Seeing this, Etalik looked startled, and fury surged in his heart.

"Guramo! You venomous snake of lies!"

The third group of Javelin Throwers’ throws were disorganized, and the Javelins they cast were feeble, lacking force and precision. These men appeared to be not the dangerously skilled throwers but harmless green hands!

Beneath the pyramid, a slight smile crept onto Guramo’s face. The Javelin possessed great power and was even more difficult to train with than bows and arrows. Among the three waves of Javelin Throwers, only the first group contained a hundred true throwers, while the latter two groups comprised conscripts hastily gathered from nearby, merely carrying Javelins as a show. These men, dressed in plain clothes, were meant to exhaust the Royal Army’s arrows with their lives.

Poor inhabitants of Kulamo City risked the annihilation of their clan to join the Zicao Family’s rebellion, only to be used like fodder to deplete arrows!

As the defeated troops retreated down from the pyramid, Guramo no longer hesitated. He loudly encouraged them.

"Loyal Samurai and brave Militia! The brutal king of the North has died! The loyal Prepetcha warriors have all taken up arms! As long as we eliminate the enemy in front of us, Kulamo City will once again be embraced by the three gods! After the restoration of the Tarasco Kingdom, everyone will be rewarded, and everyone can become part of the Nobility! Charge, for we are blessed by the glory of the three gods! Sacrifice for Halatana!"

"Sacrifice for Halatana!"

The rebel forces’ morale soared, and they shouted in unison. Then, led by several leader warriors, thousands of rebels carrying Long Spears, Stone Hammers, and War Clubs surged onto the pyramid, nearly filling all the stone staircases.

Etalik looked around. On the east, west, and north sides, teams of Zicao warriors led more than five hundred rebel Militia upwards, while on the south side, under the Zicao banners, nine Copper Armor elites commanded three hundred Leather Armor Samurai, followed by two hundred plain-clothed Militia. The number of rebels was nearly four times that of the Mexica warriors, and the Royal Family Archers had used up all their arrows.

Etalik lowered his eyes and took the Aztec Death Whistle from his bosom. He looked up toward the east of the Mexica Alliance and blew the whistle hard.

"Ah!... Ah!..."

The rebels surged up the stone steps, and the brutal close-quarters combat finally began! Along the edges of the steps, warriors from both sides thrust their Long Spears, fiercely jostling each other. The Mexica Samurai had the advantage of the terrain, thrusting downwards forcefully while using their shields to block the rebels’ stabbing attacks.

A young Mexica Samurai shouted and suddenly raised his arm, thrusting down with force! The sharp Copper Spear pierced the neck of a Kulamo Militia, severing the artery and entering the chest and back. A great burst of fresh red blood sprayed out, covering the faces of the surrounding warriors. The Militia let out a half-scream and, with the stuck Copper Spear, slanted down towards the bottom of the pyramid. The Mexica Samurai stumbled and was temporarily unable to pull out his weapon, forcing him to let go and abandon the spear. Then he drew the Short Dagger from his waist, slashed another Militia’s arm, and continued to raise his shield to defend.

A Zicao warrior nearby saw an opportunity, slightly bent his body, and suddenly thrust upward. His spear accurately went through the gap in the shield and into the Mexica Samurai’s calf, cutting the connecting tendon. The young warrior screamed in pain. His footing gave out, and he lost his balance. Another Militia’s Stone Spear took the opportunity to come thrusting wildly, piercing the Cotton Armor and into his lower abdomen! The young warrior roared and grabbed the nearby Militia, plummeting together from the dozen meters high pyramid, immediately followed by two chilling "thuds."

Under the watchful eyes of the divine, the bloody skirmish gradually reached its climax. Neither side had a way to retreat, and the will of the commanders was extremely resolute. The hand-to-hand combat gradually became entangled, and life burst forth in blood in the tangle. A large amount of fresh blood splashed out, completely soaking the pyramid.

Etalik continued to blow the Death Whistle while watching the battle unfold.

The Mexica Samurai were defending on all four sides of the pyramid, and the standoff on three sides, mainly formed by rebel Militia, was still holding, but the southern front led by the Zicao warriors was gradually falling behind. Among these Zicao warriors, there were always a few exceptionally agile warriors skilled in Martial Arts, constantly making surprise attacks on the Mexica Samurai showing vulnerabilities.

In just two Quarters of brutal fighting, the Mexica Samurai lost more than a hundred men, and the rebels left behind three to four hundred corpses. Seeing that the southern defensive line was about to break, Etalik finally stopped blowing the whistle and waved the red flag in his hand.

"Heavy Armor warriors, attack!"

Forty Heavy Armor warriors roared like tigers and, with Bronze Great Axes in both hands, surged toward the gap in the south. They swung their axes fiercely, chopping the Kulamo Militia in two! With just one charge, at least twenty or thirty rebels were cut down. The southern rebels immediately wavered, and the Zicao warriors were pushed back a few steps. They raised their Long Spears, relying only on nine elite Heavy Armor warriors to barely contend with the Heavy Armor warriors.

As the southern offensive was about to collapse, a smile crept on Guramo’s face. The Mexica’s reserves were now depleted! He waved his command flag, and two to three hundred forcibly conscripted strong men were thrown into the southern side of the pyramid, blocking the retreat of the warriors in front. Then he stretched his hand toward the west and ordered the Personal Guard Death Warriors before him.

"Sour Fruit Vine, Earth Cinnamon, take the Personal Guard and strike the west side!"

"At your command, Family Head."

The Personal Guard Death Warriors knelt to salute. Then, with seventy to eighty Personal Guard Warriors, they swiftly climbed up the west side of the pyramid. At this moment, each of the two leaders on the pyramid had committed all their elites into the battlefield.

Unmoved, Etalik raised the Death Whistle again, with a will to die emerging in his heart. The Heavy Armor warriors, although brave, could only fight for two Quarters. Their physical strength depleted rapidly and could not be quickly restored. And the defense of the west side was soon to falter.

"Ah!... Ah!..."

The shrill sound of the whistle blew once more, like the screech of the God of Death. Guramo curled his lips, watching the Mexica commander on the pyramid. If only he could eliminate the Royal Army in the city, capture a batch of Armor and Arrows, then levy three thousand strong men from the city, assemble the rural Militia, and rely on the sturdy Stone Walls, maybe...

"Ooom!... Ooom!..."

The deep sound of the conch horn suddenly came from the distant northern sky. Guramo’s smile abruptly froze. Only the northern Kingdom Legion would use such a strange instrument, obtained from the body of a wilderness behemoth.

"Ooom!... Ooom!..."

The low horn sounded again, resonating through the clouds. Warriors fighting on both sides of the pyramid paused at the sound. Then, the morale of the Mexica Samurai suddenly surged, while that of the Kulamo rebels plummeted.

"The reinforcement has arrived!"

The War Priest in the Temple walked out excitedly. He saw at the edge of the horizon, thousands of emerald green warriors, carrying the Kingdom’s flag, approaching the outskirts of Kulamo City. He stood before the Chief Divine’s symbol and shouted to all the warriors.

"The reinforcement has arrived! This is the Chief Divine’s blessing! The three gods are dead, the Chief Divine is the highest!"

"The three gods are dead, the Chief Divine is the highest!!"