Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!
Chapter 890 - 508: The Siege of Feathered Serpent City, Fall and Captivity!

Chapter 890: Chapter 508: The Siege of Feathered Serpent City, Fall and Captivity!

The warm wind of May, howling from the southeastern sea, brought the first rain of the rainy season. For days, Feathered Serpent City had been attacked in turns by four City State armies, gradually bleeding dry. And now, the Mexica legion was making a grand move, the royal family and the City-State warriors donning their armor and climbing together, attacking all four city walls. The once formidable Feathered Serpent City was at its last stand.

The sun in the sky was shrouded by layers of clouds, casting broad shadows, dimming the mountain forests in all directions, and darkening the battlements where the fighting raged. Star-like raindrops fell from afar, soaking the defenses littered with bodies inside and outside the walls, blending with countless fresh bloodstains, inseparable from each other.

"Praise the Chief Divine! Fight for the gods, kill the Tlaxcala people!"

"Oh God of the Hunt! We sacrifice ourselves for Him, here and now, a deadly struggle with the Mexica!"

"Swish, swish, swish!..."

"Bang! Bang, bang!"

The fierce cries of battle echoed from the walls on all sides, interspersed with the whistle of feathered arrows and the fierce hurl of javelins. Both sides’ warriors fought with abandon, desperately swinging their weapons, attacking the enemies entangled in close combat.

The close-quarters combat was exceedingly brutal, whole bodies soon mutilated, warm blood flowing freely everywhere. And on the narrow battlements, more and more platinum-armored figures appeared, like an irresistible tide, gradually breaking through the barrier of flesh and blood, drowning the remaining blackness atop the walls!

The Feathered Serpent warriors in black war clothes howled and hacked, striking against the solid copper armor, only to be mercilessly slain by the opposing bronze axes. In their desperate struggle, the numbers of the Tlaxcala warriors diminished ever more.

Before the seemingly invincible Mexica copper-armored warriors, hundreds of ordinary militiamen began to collapse. They threw down their crude stone spears and hunting bows, turning and fleeing while wailing, some even leaping off the walls in panic, emitting dying screams!

"Ah! God of the Hunt!!..."

It was a cry of fear, despair before impending death.

"It’s broken! It’s broken! Feathered Serpent City is broken!!"

It was a jubilant cheer, a proclamation before the slaughter.

"Oh! Merciless mother of fate!..."

Feathered Serpent City Lord Quiahuitz stood alone atop the pyramid temple in the city center. He looked up, gazing at the statue of the Cloud Serpent of the God of the Hunt amidst the drizzling rain. After a moment, two streams of faint tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, mingling with the fresh raindrops, indistinguishable from each other.

"These are the tears of the Cloud Serpent, coming from the high heavens, shedding for the demise of Feathered Serpent City..."

Quiahuitz recited in a low voice, his expression a mix of sorrow and mirth. His voice gradually lowered, becoming almost inaudible. Meanwhile, another voice rose from the foot of the pyramid, shouting maniacally.

"Damn it! Where is the Feathered Serpent City Lord?"

Izel, clad in copper armor and wielding a hand axe, seized an elderly temple priest. His expression fierce, his eyes showed eagerness mixed with overt murderous intent.

"Speak! Is he in the temple?"

"...The, the exalted descendant of the Cloud Serpent...just went up...at...at the temple’s top!"

The elderly temple priest stammered out his words, his face a mask of fear.

"Honorable War God warrior, I...I am willing to surrender to the War God...please spare me...ah!..."

After a scream, Izel lowered his bloodied hand axe, leading dozens of mountain warriors up the pyramid in eager haste.

Capturing the Feathered Serpent City Lord of the Tlaxcala people would be a great merit, even considered the first merit of the Northern Route Army! With such military achievement, he could secure his position as the head of the Mountain Legion, earning the genuine respect of the warriors within the state!

"The Cloud Serpent lowered its wings, transforming into a warrior with a bow and arrow. He carried the bow, heading towards the East, seeking his divine son...And the souls of the deceased divine descendants would also drift towards the East, going to the distant Great Lake..."

Standing tens of meters high, Quiahuitz looked towards the mountains in the East. In his hand, he held a long dagger, lightly carving serpent-like marks onto the leather armor on his chest. The cold tip pierced the skin over his heart, bringing a sharp, genuine pain.

Like the Mexica, the Tlaxcala people also believed that the soul resided in the heart. The death of piercing the heart would release the soul, allowing it the fastest passage to the Divine Kingdom...

"Ha! Found you! Feathered Serpent City Lord!"

Reaching the temple’s high spot, Izel’s eyes fell on Quiahuitz, crowned with feathers. Overjoyed, he immediately raised his hand axe and rushed towards his target.

"...Brave Mexica warrior, according to the Flower Battle covenant, permit me an honorable death! Grant me the time to drink a cup of water and recite a few verses before I sacrifice myself..."

"Huh? What? Feathered Serpent City Lord, I can’t hear your voice clearly..."

Izel lowered his hand axe, with a look of puzzled confusion. He slowly approached Quiahuitz, as if trying to hear more clearly.

"Warrior, I want to sacrifice myself, please give me some tim..."

"Ha!"

Coming within five steps, Izel suddenly let out a loud shout and lunged at Quiahuitz.

"Ah?!"

Quiahuitz instinctively thrust his long dagger, but it clanged against the other’s armor plate with a metallic sound. Then, a sharp pain shot through his right arm, struck by the back of the bronze axe, causing the dagger to drop instantly. Soon after, his left arm was also struck, completely rendering him unable to resist.

"Ha ha! Finally, Feathered Serpent City Lord, you are in my grasp!"

Izel laughed out, pinning Quiahuitz firmly under him. Then, several mountain warriors surged forward, firmly binding the most precious divine descendant captive.

"Hey! The Flower Battle covenant? An honorable suicide?"

The member of the Mountain Family scoffed disdainfully. He reached out, wiping the blood off his bronze axe onto Quiahuitz’s luxurious war clothes.

"Feathered Serpent City Lord, let me tell you this! This era has changed!... Don’t struggle, don’t seek death, accept your fate. Given your status, you can still enjoy the preparations for the grand sacrifice in the Lake Capital City!

The cold voice carried a hint of joy, the raindrops from the sky falling onto Quiahuitz’s face. The Feathered Serpent City Lord closed his eyes in hopelessness, preserving his last dignity. Soon, several mountain warriors ran towards the outskirts of the city, shouting loudly.

"Feathered Serpent City Lord Quiahuitz, captured by the valiant Clan Leader of the Mountains, honorable nobility Izel!..."

"Feathered Serpent City Lord Quiahuitz, captured by the valiant Clan Leader of the Mountains, honorable nobility Izel!..."

The loud cries rang out, spreading far and wide from the city. Hearing the dreadful news, the remaining hundreds of Tlaxcala warriors howled in despair. Some ended their own lives, others charged at the Mexica army, while some kneeled and surrendered. Thousands of defending militia also began kneeling down, dropping their weapons, awaiting their fate.

"Good! Very good! Honorable nobility Izel, credited with the first merit in the battle of Feathered Serpent City!"

On a high ridge where banners stood, Aweit heard the glorious news, a broad smile spreading across his face. The honor of capturing an enemy’s nobleman was far greater than that of killing one! Such captives were favored by the War God and were prized sacrifices that glorified the Alliance!

"Ha ha! Feathered Serpent City is broken, and the Feathered Serpent City Lord captured...Order all corps! Accept the prisoners in the city, do not indulge in wanton slaughter!"

Aweit laughed as he gave the order, instructing his trusted aides to promptly deliver the message. He laughed heartily, curbing the city’s slaughter, but without any sense of mercy.

"The expansion of the holy Great Temple is complete. Once I defeat the Tlaxcala people and return to the Capital City, there will be a grand offering, an unprecedented great sacrifice! All the captive warriors and militia are to be transported back to the Capital City, awaiting the day of the great sacrifice!"

"Praise the Chief Divine! Following your will, exalted Mexica King!"

The trusted aides, their expressions fervent, shouted aloud. They saluted in unison before heading off to the various corps.

Standing tall and straight, Aweit stood at a high point, rubbing the Yellow Gemstone Scepter in his hand, his gaze growing profound.

Before setting out, he had handed the Ruby Scepter of his grandfather Montezuma to his beloved daughter Alisa. Now, the Yellow Gemstone Scepter in his hand not only bore the Mexica Royal Family’s regal authority but also embodied the divine power of the tribal priests.

After a moment, Aweit smiled faintly, looking up at the sky. The drizzling raindrops fell, a fitting spring rain, perfect for the alliance’s spring plowing!

"What a splendid spring rain, bringing boundless vitality, falling on the fertile land of Feathered Serpent City, on the territory of the Alliance!"

Aweit’s voice was gentle as he looked towards the southern sky. Then, his expression turned serious, and he ordered his trusted aides in a stern voice.

"Go, inform the Envoy from the Holy City Cholula, Priest leader Petl!"

"The northern Divine Pass and Feathered Serpent City have all been conquered by the Alliance! Tonight, I will drink and celebrate in the great camp, and I ask the priest leader of the Holy City to dance in my honor!"