Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!
Chapter 884 - 502: The Prophecy of the God of Death

Chapter 884: Chapter 502: The Prophecy of the God of Death

In the ancient temple, death symbols were everywhere. Skulls swayed on the walls, teeth bells jingled in the wind, bodies lay prostrate before the great hall, and blood seeped into the black stones. The sound of ghastly laughter echoed throughout the temple, like the wailing of a dying beast!

"Hahaha!..."

The White Serpent Samurai held the boy, leaning against the weathered wall. She laughed heartily, tightly closing her hands, covering the boy’s eyes.

"The old priest of the Mexica’s God of Death that they were looking for, has been killed by me!"

"Damn it! How dare you!"

Bertade angrily took down his longbow, nocking an arrow and aiming directly at the vital points of the samurai. At such a close distance, he was confident that he could pierce through her with a single shot!

"Haha? How did I dare?"

The White Serpent Samurai seemed oblivious. She laughed loudly, glaring at the black wolf statue of the God of Death in the great hall with hatred.

"The leader of the Mexica, claimed to be the God of Death. The old skeleton head was also a priest of the God of Death. Who knows what evil connection lies between them! He cursed the Four States Alliance and terrorized my prince; he deserved to die! Damn him!"

Xiulote frowned, looking at the somewhat demented samurai. He pressed his lips together and asked in a deep voice.

"Where is the corpse of the God of Death priest now?"

"The corpse? Naturally, after killing him, it was buried outside the temple. The old guy was terrifying; why would I keep his old skeleton head to scare my prince?"

"White Serpent slave, I’m not afraid."

At these words, the boy struggled a bit, but the samurai held him tighter. He spoke softly.

"With you here... I’m not afraid of skeletons."

"Your Highness!..."

The samurai’s eyes turned red instantly. She hugged the boy tightly, unwilling to let go, as if holding onto her last hope.

"...Hoo!"

Xiulote watched for a while, then sighed softly. He calmly, finally promised.

"White Serpent Samurai of the Water Serpent Clan! Tell the prophecy, and I can spare your lives."

"Prophecy?"

Hearing these two words, the samurai’s voice suddenly rose. She screamed hoarsely, as if resisting something she didn’t want to accept.

"No prophecy! The old skeleton head had no prophecy! He was mad, nothing but gibberish!!"

"Whether it’s a prophecy, someone will naturally judge."

Xiulote’s expression gradually hardened, his inner softness turning hard again. He promised and decided, brooking no opposition.

"... Spit it out! My patience won’t last long."

"..."

The samurai stopped screaming. She looked at the man’s body, the sturdy leather armor, the gold-trimmed obsidian necklace, and the black wolf-patterned cloak. She guessed the man’s identity, eyes filled with deep suspicion, and against fate, a sense of despair.

"If I speak, will you really... let us go?"

"Hm. The Chief Divine will witness!"

"Heh! Chief Divine? War God?... Pooh! Evil Mexica, you are the fallen ones colluding with the volcano demons, spreading endless death, greedily extending your bloody tongues like black wolves!"

"Buzz..."

Upon hearing this, Nashu squinted her eyes, wearing an unkind expression. She slowly pulled the longbow, also aiming at the samurai’s vital points.

Xiulote remained silent. He said nothing, his eyes turning deep, like an unfathomable sea. He didn’t act, just looked up, staring at the statue of the God of Death, staring at the red tongue. After a while, he whispered calmly, his words only for Nashu to hear, meant for himself.

"Death is the price of life. Without death... there can be no unification... Without unification, there is only more death!"

"Hahaha, death!... Haha, God of Death!"

The samurai looked at the statue of the God of Death, laughing, even laughing to the point of tears. She laughed until her voice turned hoarse and she couldn’t catch her breath before abruptly stopping to ask coldly.

"Mexica leader, who exactly are you?"

"..."

Xiulote was silent for a moment. Then, he stared at the samurai expressionlessly, a faint declaration emerging.

"I am the Mexica’s God of Death, Xiulotel."

At that moment, the divinity of the king surged, while humanity was buried deep in the heart. Under the name of the God of Death, he acted in the realm of death. Without joy, without compassion.

"What?! You!"

Upon hearing this, the samurai was stunned, rendered speechless. Her face first showed shock, then disbelief, followed by sorrowful fury, turning into a sea of hatred ... Finally, the madness filled with murderous intent!

"God of Death Xiulotel! It’s you! It’s you! With the cruel Mexica legion, using the power of the volcano demons, you destroyed our city-state!... I will kill you!!"

The samurai’s scream became more and more sharp, her expression turning mad. She suddenly leaped forward, picked up the longbow on the ground, and pulled it open, aiming at the great enemy of Tlaxcala.

"Whizz! ... Whizz!"

Two sharp feathered arrows whistled through the air. One struck the left arm, the other the right leg. Then, the bronze arrowheads hesitated momentarily, tearing through the cotton armor, plunging into flesh.

"Pssh! ... Pssh!"

"Ah!..."

The samurai let out a shrill scream, dropping the longbow and collapsing powerlessly to the ground. Blood gushed from her armor, dripping onto the ground.

"Thud thud!"

The great shield warriors at the door stepped forward in unison, aiming their weapons at the two in the corner.

"White Serpent slave! You’re hurt..."

The boy cried out, throwing himself onto the samurai. He reached out, trying to cover her wounds, but the blood kept flowing, his tiny hands unable to stop it.

"Ugh!..."

The samurai groaned in pain. She stared at the little prince, struggling to hold his hand, pulling him into an embrace. This time, she didn’t cover the boy’s eyes.

"Your Highness! Look... at that man over there!"

"Huh? White Serpent slave?"

"Look at him..."

"Alright!"

The boy nodded, his dark eyes wide open, staring intently at Xiulote.

"Your Highness, you must remember, he is our enemy, the enemy who destroyed our city-state, the enemy who destroyed the Glory family! You must remember him, even if you die, remember him!"

The samurai whispered bitterly, filled with hatred.

The boy hesitated for a moment. He looked at the handsome young man for a while and nodded.

"White Serpent slave... I remember. I remember his appearance."

"Good! Look a few more times, curse him!..."

Xiulote lowered his eyes, quietly watching everything, like the statue of a divine being, observing the rise and fall of the mortal world.

Blood flowed quietly, soon soaking the ground. A strange flush appeared on the samurai’s face. Her expression became calm, she didn’t bandage her wounds, only gently stroked the boy’s neck, softly singing.

"I came to the temple of the God of Death,

With the last hope,

Found the old priest,

Prayed for his prophesied guidance...

"

"Hm? Prophecy?"

Hearing this, the Head Warrior’s expression became solemn, ready to step forward to ask more.

"Let her sing."

Xiulote spoke blandly, his face unchanged. The Head Warrior immediately stopped, holding his longbow, listening carefully.

"The priest looked with murky eyes,

At the divine descendant of the Cloud Serpent

He inhaled the maddening smoke,

Speaking in a raspy jumble of words!

"

The samurai’s voice became increasingly shrill, hoarse with a tone that seemed to pierce the heart, like the low mournful cry of the dead.

"Death is imminent,

The brightest Morning Star will fall.

The immortal Gods will die one after another,

In the holy resting place!

"

"Hm? Morning Star... Gods?"

Xiulote was somewhat puzzled, contemplating in silence. Prophecies were always full of ambiguous imagery, unclear about what they were truly indicating.

"The Cloud Serpent dies here,

Its people will also perish.

The Sun sets here,

Its people will slaughter each other.

"

At this point in the song, the samurai’s voice was filled with deep despair. She could not accept the old priest’s prophecy, such a miserable and desperate ending. She sang sharply, like a mourning raven, announcing the passing in the land of the dead.

"Only the God of Death,

Will be eternal in the world of death.

Rising like the Sun from the West,

Illuminating this desolate land.

"

"The Sun rising from the West?"

Bertade was stunned, a happy expression appearing on his face.

"Then,

Death comes from the West.

Death comes from the East,

Death comes from the South,

Floating everywhere with the wind.

"

"Death... Floating everywhere?"

Nashu widened her eyes in confusion, unable to imagine such a scene.

"The God of Death closes his eyes,

Touching the invisible death,

Nurturing life in the demise!

Then, he too will die,

In the place between the Moon and the mountains,

He will...

"

"Haha! Hahaha!"

The samurai stopped singing, once again breaking into a hoarse laugh, the prophecy abruptly cut off.

"Invisible death?"

Xiulote was startled, thoughts racing, his eyes widening suddenly. His expression turned extremely serious, staring sternly at the samurai before him, shouting angrily.

"What next? What’s the next part of the prophecy?!"

"What’s next?"

The samurai laughed wildly, shaking her head.

"What’s next, nothing! The old skeleton head was killed by me, so naturally there’s nothing more!"

"Damn! Truly damnable!"

Bertade’s face darkened with anger. He threw down the longbow, pulled out his sword suddenly, and lunged at the two in the corner!