Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!
Chapter 738 - 400: Inscribing Achievements on a Stone Tablet

Chapter 738: Chapter 400: Inscribing Achievements on a Stone Tablet

"Behold the gaze of the Mountain God!"

The Divine Mountain stood tall, its wooden structures weathered, and the ancient altar at its peak shimmered with a ghostly light. As the old Priest shouted, the "eyes" of the divine beings focused their attention. Then, two balls of pale blue flames suddenly rose from behind their eyes.

"Boom!"

Everyone present took a step back in unison. Black Wolf looked carefully and realized that the two middle-aged Priests had each lit a brazier. The braziers contained exploding pale blue flames, emitting a familiar "demon" aura.

"Divine eyes and the Stone of the Dead?"

Black Wolf was full of doubt, his gaze fixed on the old Priest before him. His trusted aide Mavik was somewhat panic-stricken, while Huitu Puap’s eyes flickered.

The old Priest’s demeanor was solemn. He spun the combined metal and stone spheres, moving his hands and feet in a mysterious dance, chanting in a strange, low voice.

"...Noble Mountain God! You have opened your eyes and beheld the offenders before you... Please also temper your wrath for now, do not unleash your boundless thunderbolts and flames..."

The old Priest’s chant suddenly became loud, then abruptly deep, as if he were truly conversing with a divine being. Under the reverent gazes of those present, the two middle-aged Priests brought the braziers forward. The old Priest shouted, conjuring the dark blue stone spheres in mid-air, briefly passing them through the flames. The spheres glowed red for a moment, then suddenly disintegrated, turning back into scattered stones that fell from the old Priest’s arms!

"Ah! The Divine Power of the Mountain God..."

Mavik exclaimed softly, his upbringing flooding back to him, causing this formidable warrior to show a look of awe. Huitu’s gaze wavered, seeming to harbor hesitations.

After chanting for a while longer, the old Priest opened his arms wide. Standing before the pale blue flames, his hands full of the scattered Divine Stones, he looked at the two hundred warriors wielding weapons and cried out loudly.

"Tribes from beyond our mountain who have trespassed on Divine Mountain! The noble Mountain God has awoken from His slumber and has gazed upon you! He has memorized your faces and knows from whence you came! The Mountain God does not tolerate blasphemy, and Divine Mountain is also the holy land of our Tribes. Leave swiftly before His wrath descends! Otherwise, not only will you be struck by lightning, but your villages will also suffer calamities!"

"The Divine Power of the Mountain God..."

Seeing the miraculous stone spheres, Black Wolf’s expression changed, vaguely unsettled. The Mexica people revered divine beings and held the mystical Divine Arts of the Priests in great awe. The Chief Divine had only manifested a few years ago, and the old polytheistic beliefs were still deeply rooted in people’s hearts. He pondered for a moment, his tone became more amiable, and he spoke cautiously.

"O Priest of the Mountain God. We have come to Divine Mountain with no intention to wage war against the divinity of another tribe. I only seek to obtain a large Divine Stone that I can use to carve and record achievements, to be placed upon Divine Mountain! Once this is done, we shall take our leave!"

Upon hearing this, the elderly Priest’s face displayed displeasure, but seeing the multitude of opposing warriors, he managed to suppress his rage. He said in a grave voice.

"Tribes from beyond the mountain, you are utterly ignorant! The Mountain God slumbers within Divine Mountain, protecting the villages within hundreds of miles from the fury of thunderbolts. The Divine Stone altar atop the mountain has been forged in celestial thunder and fire, possessing the power to communicate with the heavens and the earth! And each stone of Divine Mountain has been imbued with a soul by the Mountain God, gaining wondrous divinity!"

He said, as he took out two fist-sized Divine Stones from his chest, solemnly holding them in his hands and bringing them close to each other.

"Every Divine Stone has been endowed with a soul by the Mountain God! These souls are male and female, residing at opposite ends! They are attracted to each other..."

The old Priest said, and with a "snap," he brought the two stones together. Holding only one end with his hand, the stones miraculously stuck together.

"They repel each other when like faces one another..."

The old Priest twisted and turned the stones. The two stones miraculously parted on their own. Then, his words became charged with vigor as he sternly rebuked.

"To so deface these ensouled Divine Stones with carvings is to blaspheme the Mountain God! Lead your Tribes away at once! Otherwise, the Mountain God’s disaster will surely descend upon the world of men! And your soul, after death, will be imprisoned within the Divine Stone!"

Upon hearing of a soul trapped in the Divine Stone, Black Wolf’s eyebrows raised, and he pursed his lips. His heart wavered, but he could not bring himself to speak, finding himself in a difficult position. Mavik clenched his teeth, silent and head bowed. Huitu’s gaze shifted gradually, his body trembling.

The old Priest watched Black Wolf. Seeing that the opposing tribe’s leader was swayed, he prepared for one final effort.

"Noble Mountain God, please descend once more..."

The old Priest chanted, arms raised high, swinging vigorously. The Divine Stones on his arms had cooled and now began to shake again, "clicking" together. It looked as if the old Priest’s arms would soon form two more strange stone spheres, summoning the Mountain God once again. If the Mountain God truly descended, who knew what would happen...

"Chief Divine protect us! Die, vile Priest of the foreign divinity!"

At that moment, Huitu bellowed, rushing forward. He gripped his War Club tightly, bringing it down in a swift horizontal slash that, in everyone’s shock, felled the old Priest with a loud "thud."

"Ah!... You dare..."

The old Priest fell to the ground, gasping in pain. His Ceremonial Dress at his chest was sliced open, but a sturdy Divine Stone blocked the blow, preventing it from being fatal. He was about to protest angrily, only to see the other turn the direction of his War Club, changing the horizontal slash to a vertical chop, aiming for his neck.

"No!..."

The War Club fell, the neck severed, and the aged head rolled on the ground, fresh blood staining the Divine Stones red.

"Hiss... Hiss..."

"Ah?!"

Astonished gasps filled the area as everyone looked on Huitu with reverence. The two middle-aged Priests roared and threw their braziers, missing Huitu as he dodged. Then, he rushed forward with two fatal diagonal slashes, effortlessly killing the Priests. A few Warriors guarding the mountain charged with bloodshot eyes, only to be swiftly slain by Huitu’s trusted aides.