Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!
Chapter 914 - 529: The High Priest Heads East, The Last Memories and the Mountaintop

Chapter 914: Chapter 529: The High Priest Heads East, The Last Memories and the Mountaintop

The sun’s light was dim, and dark clouds shrouded the sky. Within the sanctuary of the gods, there was a deathly silence, almost like a pin could be heard dropping. Divine smoke continuously rose from the furnace, rendering the atmosphere of the Divine Kingdom even more gloomy. An invisible pressure weighed on everyone’s hearts, as if even the wind had come to a halt.

"Clang!"

A young girl serving "All Gods" showed fear, her hands trembling as she accidentally dropped the clay pot she was holding. A sharp shattering sound was heard as the pot hit the ground and cracked, spilling honey water everywhere. Even the hems of the High Priest and the Elder Priests’ garments were soaked with honey water.

"Wretched wench, how dare you offend us so!"

Petl’s face was cold as ice, and he shouted angrily. His first words were directed at the girl, but the latter were aimed at the High Priest. Then, with killing intent in his eyes, the elderly leader of the priests solemnly commanded.

"Kill her, as an apology to the High Priest!... Right here, in front of the High Priest!"

Two family samurais immediately stepped forward, grabbing the kneeling and quietly pleading girl. Next, one of the samurais pulled out an obsidian dagger and placed it against the girl’s neck, without hesitation, he fiercely slashed!

"Screech!"

Pure, crimson warmth gushed from the young and beautiful body, instantly splattering both the High Priest and Petl. The ceremonial dresses of the two leaders of divine authority were stained with blood, even their faces were speckled with droplets. The girl trembled and struggled for a few seconds, then turned into a blood-red flower, lying before the two men’s feet.

"High Priest, does such an apology satisfy you?"

Petl smiled, his eyes fixed on the High Priest, his voice carrying a chill. The demand for sacrifice from the Elder Priesthood had truly touched his bottom line. And the two family samurais, wielding their sharp blades, stood beside the High Priest, subtly posing a threat.

"Oh?"

On the High Priest’s face, too, was a smile, seemingly unafraid, perhaps even expectant. He calmly reached out a hand, wiped the blood droplets from his face with a sleeve, and replied calmly.

"Petl, you must know, the more sacred the blood, the more it pleases the gods. Only the life of a Divine Descendant Elder can quell the War God’s wrath."

"You!"

Petl gripped the scepter in his hand tightly, glaring coldly. His eyes widened, and it seemed as though at any moment he might command the samurais to act. However, this anger only lingered on the priestly leader’s face for a few seconds before vanishing. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly.

"Drag the body away... all of you, leave!"

The family samurais bowed their heads in salute, then left with the soft corpse, leaving only the piercingly vivid scene. In the sanctuary of the gods, there was a deathly silence, only the dense divine smoke lingering, making it seem even more like a Divine Kingdom.

"High Priest, Cholula truly submits wholeheartedly, why press us so hard?"

After a while, the priestly leader Petl bent down, bowing again. The gloom once on his face had disappeared, replaced by an expression of humble supplication.

"Honorable High Priest, Cholula City is willing to surrender more land and population, gold and silver, and treasures from the gods!... Please, have mercy and show a bit of leniency!"

The Twelve Elder Priests are at the pinnacle of the Holy City’s ruling class. Previously, to fulfill the King’s demands, everyone debated for several days to barely settle on a sacrificial candidate and promised Yoluowa that the elder family’s continuation would be hereditary. If two more were to be sacrificed, the balance of power would be utterly shattered! The elders would likely become divided...

"...A fox that cherishes itself, ultimately dares not take action..."

Looking at the lowering of Petl’s stance, a sense of inexplicable disappointment showed in the High Priest’s eyes. His mouth curled into a smile, he slowly nodded, looking toward the priestly leader and the numerous elders.

"Petl, since you put it that way, I will give you an opportunity! I will stay in Cholula City for two days; if you can provide divine objects or heritages enough to move me, I can also account for it to the High Priesthood! Otherwise..."

"Good! Cholula City will surely meet your satisfaction!"

Upon hearing this, Petl instantly felt a sense of delight. Speaking of divine objects and heritages, there is no force in this world that surpasses Cholula, not even the Totonac known for crafting artifacts. He smiled, saluted, and fully agreed. The other Elder Priests also breathed a sigh of relief. They exchanged glances, calculating in their minds how much blood to shed and what ancestral treasures to offer.

The sun was slanting to the west, casting fiery red rays that tinted the Great Pyramid with splendor. In the sanctuary of the gods, divine smoke mingled with the scent of blood, spreading through everyone’s nostrils, as though a sacrifice was being conducted.

"Hmm. It’s getting late; let’s end today’s meeting here!"

The High Priest nodded, glanced at the sky, and stood up straight. The robe he wore was stained with red, appearing even more vivid.

"As you command! High Priest."

The old fox Petl smiled, earnestly spoke.

"Tonight, you shall rest in my palace! I have the finest divine smoke there, capable of communing with the Goddess of Life and temporarily restoring youth. If you savor it in the smoke room, with a few young girls serving and singing, it would be the ultimate earthly delight!"

"Oh? Temporarily restoring youth... serving and singing?"

The High Priest was startled upon hearing this. He gazed at Petl in surprise; the other was around his age, already over sixty.

"Old fox, at your age, you can still..."

"Cough... Ordinarily, it would be beyond my capability. But bestowed with the blessings of the Goddess of Life, one can enjoy a brief reprieve."

Petl’s expression remained unchanged as he smiled calmly.

"But this kind of divine smoke is a secret recipe from the Toltec Era, requiring the treatment of various herbs to minimize the subsequent weakness. It’s exceedingly costly to produce, far more precious than gems! If not for the arrival of esteemed guests, even I would be reluctant to use it."