Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!
Chapter 896 - 514: King and Priest, Jaguar and Fox

Chapter 896: Chapter 514: King and Priest, Jaguar and Fox

The cold morning wind blew down from the high dome, brushing over the dying campfire, bringing a hint of chill. Beneath the dome, by the campfire, sat two Divine Descendants, one elder and one strong, facing each other.

"Most exalted Mexica King, please, like an obsidian mirror, witness the goodwill of the holy city Cholula."

Chief Priest Petl smiled genuinely, bowing humbly in salute.

"The holy city Cholula has never fought the powerful Mexica Alliance, so why speak of surrender?"

"Hmm? Never an enemy?"

Upon hearing such shameless words, even the seasoned Aweit couldn’t help but laugh.

"Cholula dispatched warriors to join the Tlaxcala side and sent envoys to gather tribes from all over the land to fight the Alliance... Why still deny enmity?"

"Your Majesty, I ask for your insight."

Petl replied calmly and slowly, smiling.

"Within the holy city Cholula, the priestly families are all noble Toltec Divine Descendants, whereas those tribal warriors who fought are barbaric Tlaxcallans. They obey the Tlaxcala nobility within their nation, not the holy city’s commands. As for the envoys to tribes across the world, they only sought aid for the holy city, never to fight the Alliance... The holy city has only reverence and admiration for the Alliance, no enmity!"

"Oh? No enmity?... Haha!"

Aweit laughed aloud, unwilling to argue with words. The powerful Jaguars ruled the jungle by force, not words. He reached out his Divine Staff, heavily pointing it at Petl’s heart, coldly and sternly commanding.

"Now, Divine Pass and Feathered Serpent City have all fallen, and the Tlaxcala heartlands are exposed! The Alliance’s northern army of a hundred thousand is about to march south! Meanwhile, the southern army of eighty thousand will move north! The two hundred thousand troops will merge in Cholula City for a grand sacral ceremony!... Since the priestly families are noble Divine Descendants of the city, offer your hearts in sacrifice to the exalted Chief Divine!"

"Ah!... Most exalted Mexica God King, please quell your anger..."

Petl’s face paled, bowing deeply, pleading with the dignified ruler above. Even though he suspected it was intimidation, he still trembled. For the barbaric Aztecs had the ability to capture the holy city and were accustomed to grand sacrifices. The threat, therefore, held real dignity!

"You are Lord of the World, as well as... the spiritual leader of the holy city Cholula!"

Petl paused, then spoke with difficulty. Indeed, he initially had no intention of submission, merely seeking a semi-dependent alliance. But the situation changed too swiftly; the Tlaxcalans resisted for less than six months before losing the crucial southern and northern towns. Even if all tribes united, they might not save...

"The holy city Cholula is willing to submit to you, joining the great Mexica Alliance. All priestly families are willing to exert all their power for your conquest of the world, offering the strength bestowed by the Divine!"

"Ha! Divine gifts? The Mexica have long mastered Divine gifts!"

Aweit stood up, looking down arrogant at the aging priest leader.

"The Alliance is divinely protected, possessing the glorious holy city of the Teotihuacan Period, the High Priesthood of Twelve Elder Priests, and the thunder and fire bestowed by the Chief Divine! Why should I accept Cholula City, a group of decaying old remnants of the Toltec?"

Aweit had summoned Acap multiple times, fully aware of the luxurious and decayed conduct of Cholula’s elders. From the depths of his heart, he despised these leaders of divine authority who could only manipulate minds but were powerless.

"Decayed and old, Toltec remnants..."

Upon hearing this, Petl felt a pang in his heart, as if a wound had been revealed. The so-called holy city Cholula and the priestly families were none other than a remnant group surviving on the glory of ancestors after the fall of the Toltec Empire... A few moments later, he gritted his teeth, steadied his spirit, and responded candidly.

"Yes, most exalted Mexica King! We are indeed a group of decaying old remnants of the Toltec. But between decaying old priest leaders indulging in luxury and reforming, decisive, ruthless High Priests, which do you prefer?"

Petl knelt on the ground, raising his head. He observed the sudden change in Aweit’s eyes, smiling like an old fox.

"Exalted Divine King! The priests of Cholula wish to serve you as their lord. All we seek are divine smoking herbs, opulent clothing, exquisite food, beautiful maidens, merely to dwell in high positions, enjoying luxury!... But what does the High Priest of the Alliance seek instead?

"The High Priest is frugal and simple, does not delight in pleasure nor in luxury, tirelessly busy in the Great Temple, wielding divine authority over the Mexica. He is renowned and resolute, able to decide the fate of thousands with a word, bringing extinction to dozens of Tlacopan nobility families... Even from afar in Cholula, I know the Mexica’s reverence and obedience to him! How much more is their reverence towards him compared to you? The authority of the priests only grows deeper in hearts with time..."

Aweit narrowed his eyes, gripping the Scepter tightly, showing a chilling intent to kill. Meanwhile, without notice, Chief Intelligence Officer Gillim silently drew an obsidian dagger, approaching behind Petl.

The priest leader felt a chill on his back, yet seemed unaware. He only smiled slightly, locking eyes with the king, speaking like a cunning old fox.