Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!
Chapter 919 - 532: The King’s Cold Fury

Chapter 919: Chapter 532: The King’s Cold Fury

The dark clouds loomed on the horizon, like the harbinger of a storm. Fires burned within the camp, turning wood into ashes. Thousands of Imperial Guard Warriors stood grim-faced, clad in armor, ready for battle. They were Jaguars tethered, awaiting the King’s decree to unleash their martial prowess upon the enemies!

The sound in the tent gradually lowered, resembling the low growl of a Fierce Tiger. Several quarters later, the King emerged from the tent, armored. Seeing the King emerge, astonishment appeared on everyone’s faces.

Xiulote wore a bronze helmet that concealed his face, revealing only a pair of blood-red eyes, his hand gripping the High Priest’s Divine Staff. Then, he raised the staff, gazing at the generals outside the tent, and spoke coldly and hoarsely, enunciating each word.

"The Royal Decree, dispatch the Envoy! Eight thousand from the Yu Yan legion will move north to the north of Cholula, blocking the northern road, cutting off the city’s retreat! Eight thousand from the Guajili legion will come west, hunting around Cholula, blocking the eastern plains, capturing any escapees! Eight thousand from the Huashu legion will replace the Black Wolf, guarding Mountain Peak City. Ten thousand from the Coiled Python legion will be stationed at Water Valley City. Seven thousand from the Imperial Guard legion will march north, attack Cholula, and annihilate the Priestly Family!... "

"The entire army will set out immediately! By sunset today, I want to reach the gates of Cholula City! If any emissaries from Cholula come, execute them on the spot!! All Cholula Warriors, nobility, and priests encountered along the way shall be sacrificed and killed!!"

"As you command!"

Bertade bowed deeply to the ground. Then, he strode off to release the chains binding the low-growling Imperial Guard.

"Ah!... Ah!..."

The order to march soon followed, accompanied by the news of avenging the High Priest. Seasoned Mexica Warriors blew the chilling Death Whistle, their piercing screams echoing through the mountains. It was the call of the Envoy of the God of Death, a harbinger of imminent slaughter.

"Bang bang!... Howl! Roar!..."

Thousands of Imperial Guard Warriors donned their armor, wielding bronze axes and spears, striking their wooden shields. Then, amidst the battle drum-like beats, they let out beast-like roars, saluting the fallen High Priest and pledging to the furious King.

In just a few quarters, seven thousand Imperial Guards were fully equipped. Xiulote personally hoisted the Black Wolf’s Royal Banner and set out northward, flanked by trusted aides!

At the forefront of the black banner were two thousand light-armored Tekos vanguards; beneath the black banner, a thousand armored personal guards wielding bows; behind the black banner, three thousand heavily armored warriors; at the rear, a thousand cannons dragged by copper beasts. The seven thousand elite marched with clanking armor leaves, grim yet silent, reaching the gates of Cholula City within half a day.

Along the way, two groups of Cholula emissaries and over a hundred fugitive nobility were captured and executed on the roadside by the vanguard. Later, two thousand vanguards rushed without delay, penetrating the still-burning outer city of Cholula, routing over a thousand Cholula Warriors attempting to extinguish the fires, and assisting the remaining half of the High Priest’s aides.

The sun slanted westward, its golden rays casting over the red Cholula City, revealing its broken ruins and charred remnants from the fire. Thousands of bodies lay scattered across the streets of the outer city, while tens of thousands of commoners either fled or hid in their homes, trembling as they peered at the advancing warriors. Yesterday’s prosperous Holy City had become a wasteland today.

Old Fox Petl stood atop the inner city wall, his face pale, eyes filled with unprecedented fear and unease. Beside him were over a dozen Elder Priests, their expressions ashen with despair. Cholula’s most esteemed individuals stood there, looking at the raised Black Wolf Royal Banner, anticipating the impending cruel fate.

Hundreds of Tekos vanguard held bloody heads, arriving outside the inner city wall. They ferociously piled over a thousand heads beneath the wall, erecting a new headpile. More and more vanguard warriors kept arriving, building the pile ever higher.

"It’s over!... The two thousand warriors in the outer city are all gone..."

War Elder Wezil widened his eyes, looking closely at the heads beneath the wall, despair evident on his face.

"What to do? Last night, Mexica Death Warriors set fires and slaughtered, the outer city was in complete chaos, and there was no time to mobilize the militia. Now, only two thousand Temple Warriors remain in the inner city; how can we possibly hold it?"

"Ah! How did the Holy City’s eight thousand Temple Warriors dwindle down to two thousand?"

An elderly Elder Priest widened his eyes, roaring in disbelief.

"Who?! Who led the warriors in retreat?"

"The three Mexica legions came from three sides, the entire Holy City is besieged, there is no way to escape!"

Wezil laughed bitterly, replying quietly.

"Eight thousand warriors, three thousand died at Water Valley City, a thousand were casualties in the earlier raids. Two thousand were left outside the city, just routed and captured, heads piled into a headpile... We only have the last two thousand left!"

The elderly Elder Priest’s beard and hair bristled, urgently calling out.

"... Only two thousand warriors left!... Quickly send someone out of the city to gather the militia in the city! No matter how high or sturdy the walls are, without manpower, how can we hold them?"

"The Mexica Legion has already pushed to the inner city, how can we open the city gates?"

Wezil shook his head. Opening the gate now means a quicker death. The elderly Elder Priest clearly had no military knowledge. But the Holy City Cholula had long been peaceful, and most elders were like this, let alone donning armor to fight.

"How... how can we defend this? The Holy City Cholula is the heart of the world, passed down for hundreds of thousands of years! We are the venerable Priestly Family, the Toltecs in the city! Should we not send several more envoys to plead for surrender with the Mexica prince? No matter how barbaric, the Mexica wouldn’t dare shock the world by exterminating us to the last, right?..."