Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!
Chapter 912 - 527: High Priest Heads East, Priests Who Master People’s Hearts

Chapter 912: Chapter 527: High Priest Heads East, Priests Who Master People’s Hearts

The spring breeze warms, the grass scents along the road, the spectacle towering high, the people bowing low. Surrounded by the crowd, two supreme leaders of divine authority stand together in front of the sacred, ancient spectacle of the pyramid, calmly looking at each other.

The High Priest with a smile inquires, while Old Fox Petl lowers his eyes. Different emotions surge in their hearts, bringing about a peculiar feeling. Some words, some thoughts, can only be discussed and understood by people of similar status and experience. After a while, Old Fox smiles and talks about the principle of heaven in his mind.

"The priestly families, which existed for generations for the Divines. They execute the will of the Divines, spread the glory of the Divines, and enjoy trivial rewards... Heaven grants nobility, God grants honor, the Heavenly Divine grants bloodline, and the Divine Descendant repays with faith! The sacred ones, due to their bloodline and devotion, can rule over the nations and enjoy reverence for generations! This is an eternal truth from the Olmec Era to the present, how can it not be immortal? ... And if the newly born Mexica Alliance can endure hundreds of years, it will be the same!"

"Oh? Petl, what you say seems to have some truth."

Upon hearing this, the High Priest raises his brows slightly, smiles, and nods. He looks at the spectacle before him, and begins to speak of the concepts buried in his heart for many years.

"However, in my view, all things rise and fall, and ultimately return to eternal rest, it’s just a matter of time. Five eras of the sun cycle, the Gods die and are reborn, the world is destroyed and recreated. The so-called Divine Descendant within all this is but a small speck of dust, how can they escape?... "

"Not to mention the common you and me, bearing the honored title of divine leaders, but the return date is soon, not knowing where the soul will go!... Looking at it this way, the only immortal in the world is death, the nobility and worthiness of the masses are all illusory... and our intention to maintain the hierarchy, to separate nobility from commonality, is merely a tool to govern hearts, to rule over the nations!"

"Xutel, you! You!... "

Upon hearing such blunt words, Petl widens his eyes, staring intently at the old man before him. He tries hard to suppress himself, just so he doesn’t let loose a roar, "Your return date is near, while I still have ten years to enjoy!". He cannot imagine such straightforward words could come from the mouth of the highest divine leader of the alliance, the honored High Priest. Such a theory, once spread, would utterly shatter the divine vanity he has maintained all his life!

The High Priest smiles faintly, looking at Old Fox Petl. Old Fox widens his eyes, clenching the scepter in his hand. After a while, he lets out a breath and smiles calmly.

"Honored High Priest, you are right! We rule over the nations relying on tools that penetrate the hearts, on titles that are real yet false. No matter how the times change, the tools will change accordingly. There must always be someone above, guiding the obedient and blindly following moth people, isn’t it?... "

"And to rule the world, who else but us, who hold the hearts, can do it? Could it be, those fluttering moth people like moths? Though human life is limited, our family can continue. And even if a family declines, the Divine Blood wilts, there will always be new Divine Descendants to follow... So, for us at the top of the pyramid, why should the world change, and how can it change?"

"Haha! Good!"

"Hahaha!"

Upon hearing this, the High Priest laughs heartily, with a bright sparkle in his eye. Petl also laughs heartily, extremely carefree and joyous. The two elderly men holding supreme divine authority laugh together for a moment, as if all dissatisfaction dissolves, turning into being kindred spirits.

Seeing the actions of the two divine leaders, all commoners and Samurai within a radius of five hundred meters knelt on the ground, praying devoutly, saluting to the "Divine" in their hearts.

"High Priest, please!"

After a while, they stop laughing. Petl gestures subtly, and the High Priest nods in acknowledgment. They then ascend the stone steps, slowly heading to the highest point of the pyramid.

After a while, the vast pyramid reaches the top, revealing an ancient sanctuary of Gods. The sanctuary offers statues of various Gods, while the front courtyard is a semi-open pavilion.

More than ten Elder Priests all change into luxurious robes, seated cross-legged in the exquisite pavilion. Numerous gemstones, gold and silver, and feathered finery hang from the pavilion, as if corn growing on stone pillars. At each corner of the pavilion, there is a prepared incense burner, with a few maidens in their early years.

Seeing the High Priest arrive, the Elders all rise respectfully to greet his arrival. The High Priest nods slightly as a return of courtesy. Then he takes his seat at the upper head, while Petl sits at the second seat. Everyone sits cross-legged, not rushing into discussions yet, and allow the pure maidens to light the exquisite incense.

Soon, wisps of Divine Smoke surround the pavilion, bringing the breath of the Divine Kingdom. The High Priest raises his brow, smells the scent of Divine Smoke, and his expression immediately relaxes.

"Hmm, the top tobacco of the East Mayans, the sandalwood essential oil of the South Zapotecs, the fish whale perfume of the North Vastec, the musk gland of the Western Tekos, plus the vanilla of the central Mexica Alliance... eh, seems like something else is hidden? This scent... is particularly... delightful?..."

"Haha, worthy of the High Priest of the Mexica Alliance, truly knowledgeable!"

Petl laughs with admiration. Then he doesn’t keep them guessing and directly discusses the secret formula of Cholula.

"High Priest, this Divine Smoke is meticulously blended by the Holy City of Cholula. Only here in the world has it! ... Besides the usual incense, it includes the ’sage’ from the Oaxaca Valley, hallucinogenic sage, and the ’tlitliltzin’ of the southern coast, morning glory, finally matching with the magical trumpet flower seeds... "

"And to maintain the purity of the flavor, we did not use the desert mushroom and peyote of the Northern Wilderness but added a touch of mandragora... Once the Divine Smoke is lit, without a moment, the breath of the Divine Kingdom arises, allowing us to communicate with the Divines!"

Hearing this, the High Priest purses his lips, slightly furrows his brow, and then quickly relaxes. He has always been strict with himself, never indulging like the Cholula Priests in the pleasure of ’Divine communication’. At this moment, he smiles without restraint, taking deep inhales of the burning Divine Smoke. Quickly boundless comfort rises in him, as if standing on clouds.

Seeing the High Priest’s behavior, Petl smiles faintly. How can this be everything, as he is somewhat ’dizzy’ from the smoke, showing that he has never enjoyed it before, not even like the previous Elder Priest Acap.

"Let the Saintesses come over."

Petl makes a subtle gesture, instructs briefly, a maiden soon leaves. After a moment, a group of slender maidens sway lightly and come. They all wear thin veils, revealing graceful figures. Subsequently, the maidens separate into pairs, arriving at the side of the Elder Priests, one serves the Elder cautiously, one hugs from behind, acting as a soft backrest.

"Hmm?..."

The High Priest hesitates slightly. He leans back slightly, feeling just the right softness, along with the continuous gentle hands, which is truly surprising.

"Petl, you conduct meeting like this?"

"Haha, honored High Priest, they are the Saintesses serving the Gods, trained by Priestesses since childhood, purest indeed. You need not worry, should have any needs, just voice them. For them, serving us is serving the Divines, it is the highest honor!"

Petl smiles and leans back his head. Then he stretches his hand, playing on another maiden’s body, as if appreciating white jade of sheep fat. And the maiden’s face is full of sacred service to the Divines and sincere devotion.

"What an ancient sacred Cholula City, what a time-honored Priestly Family!"

Seeing this, the High Priest is amazed. He smiles and praises, but secretly feels disdain.

Such indulgence in color and sound, of course, exists among the nobility of the Mexica Alliance. But the alliance is newly rising, with fervor and ambition, promoting temperance while viewing enjoyment as degeneration. Among the top Alliance rulers, it is always based on farming and war, advocating for restraint and order, appreciating strength and valor. In all the crucial discussions, Samurai are surrounded, people solemnly face each other, never with maidens present!... and such unrestricted indulgence, to be honest, he has never tasted.

The High Priest inhales Divine Smoke for a while, enjoys the softness briefly, then his expression becomes stern, sitting upright. Then he smiles, looks to Petl, with piercing eyes, asks with unwavering certainty.

"Speak, Petl, what agreements did you reach when you met King Aweit? Without the recognition of the High Priesthood of the alliance, these agreements hold no weight!"