Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!
Chapter 803 - 435 Time Is Running Out_2

Chapter 803: Chapter 435 Time Is Running Out_2

"Chief Divine protection! Very good, Elder Azar, you have worked hard!"

The High Priest nodded satisfactorily and waved the Divine Staff. Several Temple Warriors stepped forward to help the War God Elder remove the bronze medium armor and the Obsidian Club. In the Chief Divine’s Priest Grand Hall, only sacrificial Obsidian Daggers were usually allowed.

Elder Azar did not mind, donned the priest’s robe, and walked into the grand hall, laughing heartily.

"Haha, the High Priest’s decision was truly decisive! Over a dozen of Tlacopan’s Great Nobility, and several subordinate priests were all captured in one sweep! The Temple Guards arrived suddenly, swiftly apprehended them, and encountered almost no significant resistance. The Great Nobility were unprepared, unable to mobilize their family warriors in time, and were directly taken down!"

Then, Elder Azar’s expression turned solemn as he nodded slightly to Xiulote.

"Chief Divine witness! The Prince of Tlacopan’s intelligence was very accurate; these Great Nobility and priests were indeed plotting assassination, planned during Xiulote Supreme High Priest’s wedding celebration. Judging by the situation, they hadn’t been conspiring for long, and many preparations were incomplete... As for the specific details of the plot, whether other nobility are involved, further interrogation is needed!"

"The Supreme Chief Divine, protecting the sacred Alliance! All blasphemy is revealed under the Divine’s gaze, nowhere to hide!"

The High Priest spoke solemnly, calmly instructing.

"Azar, hand the captured noble leaders over to the High Priesthood judges. Under the priest’s potion, no secret can remain hidden. Also, dispatch a High Priest to the Royal Palace, report the latest situation to King Aweit. King Aweit is likely to send an advisor to jointly participate in the trial of the nobility."

"Following your command, High Priest!"

Elder Azar respectfully nodded. Then, he hesitated slightly.

"The Elder..."

"Hmm... The Elder is communicating with the Divine, do not disturb him lightly."

The High Priest pondered briefly and then instructed solemnly.

"Wait until everything is thoroughly investigated, I will personally report to the Elder."

"Following your will!"

Thinking about the Elder’s health condition, Elder Azar showed agreement. Then, he inquired solemnly, without concealing his killing intent.

"High Priest, let me handle the subordinate priests who dared to rebel!"

"You may."

The High Priest glanced at Elder Azar and nodded calmly.

"When sacrificing priests, do not let outsiders participate to avoid affecting the dignified reputation of the Priesthood."

"Rest assured!"

Elder Azar nodded knowingly.

"The Chief Divine’s majesty must never be compromised!"

"Very good! The Chief Divine’s glory will shine upon the earth!"

"Praise the Chief Divine!"

In the twilight dusk, many High Priests prayed aloud together, offering their most sacred praises to the Fire-illuminated statue of the Chief Divine.

After the evening prayer, the High Priests dispersed. Accompanied by dozens of Temple Guards, Xiulote and the High Priest descended from the towering Pyramid Temple and headed towards the nearby High Priest’s Mansion.

The night was deep, the firelight dispelling the shadows, everyone headed homeward. The High Priest’s expression was calm, his steps steady, though busy all day, he showed no signs of fatigue. Supreme power was the best vitality potion, revered by all, controlling everything, standing above millions, naturally invigorating and uplifted.

Xiulote followed his grandfather’s footsteps, silently observing the capital city under the night. The lanterns in the distant civilian district were dim, while the nearby noble district was brightly lit. The songs of evening banquets echoed from the manors on both sides of the main road, accompanied by bamboo flute, celebrating the prosperity and glory of the Alliance. The nobility of this era, Mexica, were filled with simple vigor and confident upliftment.

The two walked in silence all the way to the High Priest’s Mansion. The High Priest removed the heavy feathered stone crown, took off the elaborate ceremonial dress, and sat relaxed, cross-legged in the side hall, exhaling deeply. At this moment, he finally shed the divinity he carried all day, becoming a kindly grandfather again, a gaunt and weathered old man.

After several years, Xiulote looking at his grandfather’s white hair, withered body, feeling a pang of sorrow. He softly called.

"Grandfather..."

"Xiulote, cough... cough cough!"

High Priest Xutel smiled gently, coughed lightly. He had endured throughout the day, now unable to bear it any longer, and coughed violently. After a while, he took the honey water hurriedly handed over by his grandson, drank a couple of sips, feeling somewhat better.

"Cough... My child, everything I do is for you... I know you have many questions. Now, with no one around, it’s a good time to talk."

Xiulote reached out both hands, firmly grasped his grandfather’s thin hands, feeling the rough and slightly cool touch. He earnestly looked into his grandfather’s eyes.

"Grandfather, on the way east, I heard many complaints from City-State Nobles, calling you ’bloody sunset, the Divine Sacrificer’, and heard your decrees, exterminating and exiling many nobles and priests... At that time, I hardly believed it."

Speaking of this, worry appeared in Xiulote’s eyes. He clenched his teeth and sincerely asked.

"Grandfather! Since arriving in the capital, I witnessed your authority on the Throne of the Gods, leading tens of thousands of followers, your majesty even surpassing King Aweit!... You pressured the Council of Elders, issuing decrees, granting me the right to interpret the scriptures; you mercilessly suppressed many Tlacopan nobles, even held the Priest Families of western city-states accountable; you obtained secret scrolls, allowing me to peruse the High Priesthood’s religious books and the Alliance’s census tribute... You advised me not to rush, to gradually build strength. But now, why are you so sharp, so desperate? Why, why are you so anxious?!"

"Why am I so anxious?"

Having anticipated these questions, the High Priest looked pleasantly surprised, then showed a warm smile, lovingly gazing at his grown grandson, calmly speaking.

"Xiulote, my child. Because, my days are numbered~"

"Ah!!"

Hearing this, Xiulote was shocked, his face turning pale instantly. He tightly held his grandfather’s hand, gazing at the kindly smile, fearfully and arduously saying.

"No!... Grandfather... you... you won’t..."

"My child, everyone has that day."

The High Priest calmly withdrew his hand, gently touching Xiulote’s cheek.

"The royal ancestors went to the Divine Kingdom, the great Montezuma went to the Divine Kingdom, the everlasting Elder is about to go to the Divine Kingdom... Hence, how could I, a mere mortal, not? I have long heard the Chief Divine’s call, that day is not far away."

"Grandfather!"

Xiulote lowered his head, couldn’t help but tear up gradually. He had lost his mother early, growing up with heavy memories. In this world, his grandfather who nurtured him, trained him, and cared for him was his closest relative, even more so than his father... At this moment, the young leader’s heart was a mess, feeling an unprecedented fear, not knowing how to face it. He bit his teeth and called out softly.

"Grandfather, the great Montezuma lived to seventy-one, the immortal Elder lived to ninety, and you’re only sixty-two... The Royal Family’s heritage must have some methods for longevity... Tomorrow I’ll ask King Aweit for them!"

"Haha!"

Hearing this, High Priest Xutel chuckled lightly, patted his grandson’s shoulder, and shook his head. Xiulote lowered his head, couldn’t help but tear up gradually. He had lost his mother early, growing up with heavy memories. In this world...