Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!
Chapter 920 - 532: The King’s Cold Fury

Chapter 920: Chapter 532: The King’s Cold Fury

Upon hearing this, another Elder Priest looked hopeful and shouted loudly.

"Yes! Let us surrender to the Mexica! No matter how harsh the conditions, as long as we can negotiate, preserve our status and lives...even if we become priests of a city-state or village, it’s acceptable!"

"Ah! Negotiate? How? All the envoys we’ve sent have been killed, not a single one returned! We’ve interrogated the captured Mexica Death Warriors: they are avenging the High Priest!... The dignified High Priest of the Lake Capital City, mysteriously died in the Holy City of Cholula! It’s said that he inhaled the Divine Smoke given by Petl, consumed the Potion given by Petl before he died..."

A middle-aged Elder Priest squinted his eyes, quietly scrutinizing the pale-faced Priest Leader, Petl.

"I think...to quell the anger of the Mexica, we must hand over the perpetrator behind the murder of the High Priest..."

"...How did it come to this? How did it end up like this?!"

The old fox Petl trembled, gazing at the distant cairn about a hundred steps away, whispering in uncontrollable despair. He certainly knew that there was absolutely nothing wrong with his Divine Smoke and Potion, and no one in the Holy City would have assassinated the High Priest last night. After eliminating all possibilities, no matter how unbelievable what’s left is, it is the truth!

"Xutel, you’re ruthless! Haha!"

Petl murmured, letting out a harsh laugh like an owl forced into a corner.

"You deliberately died here, wanting to take us all down with you? Why are you so ruthless, harsh to yourself, and to us! You ruthless old fox!!"

"...Petl, stop arguing! Was it you who did it? Don’t drag everyone else to their death!"

The middle-aged Elder Priest incited the crowd, his eyes gleaming coldly.

"Shut up, you fool!"

Petl’s eyes widened, turning back coldly. His face twisted, corners of his eyes sharply drawn like a dying venomous snake.

"The High Priest died here! And you still think about surrendering?! Let me tell you, the Mexica will never spare us! Mobilize all the able-bodied men and warriors in the Inner City, distribute the war clubs, bows, arrows, and leather armor from the warehouse, and hold this place! Survive one more day, and you live one more day, if not, then die altogether!"...

Hearing Petl’s roar, a deathly silence descended upon the city walls. The Elders had all their illusions shattered, faced with the bloody reality, showing on their faces the unwillingness and despair of awaiting death.

"Ah!... Ah!"

The piercing Death Whistle sounded outside the inner city walls. The Mexica Warriors of the Central Army rested for two quarters, finally gathering under the Black Wolf’s royal banner, passing through the yet unquiet outer city, reaching beneath the inner city walls outside the magnificent sight of the Great Pyramid.

Wearing a helmet, Xiulote looked at the priests wearing feather crowns on the city wall with a cold, expressionless gaze. Intense killing intent surged from the King’s chest, rushing to his mind, nearly reaching his hair tips. Only with all his willpower did he spare the tens of thousands of commoners within the city, refraining from issuing the decree to massacre the city. As for the thousands of warriors, nobility, and priests in the city...

The King raised the red command flag and waved it coldly forward.

"Bring all the captured priests of Cholula here and kill them all!"

"As you command, Your Highness!"

The trusted aide bowed his head and went with large strides. Soon, more than two hundred Imperial Guard Warriors escorted an equal number of priests and apprentices to the foot of the city walls, then pressed them onto the ground. These people, old and young, had kinship with the elders on the city wall, sharing the same bloodline.

"Ah! This!... My son!..."

"...No! My descendants..."

The elderly Elder Priest shouted in anger. The middle-aged Elder Priest wailed aloud. The War Elder Wezil lowered his eyes silently. The old fox Petl, not sparing a glance, kept his eyes fixed on the King whose face was hidden, shouting loudly, making a final desperate struggle.

"Mexica’s Highness! The Holy City did not plot against the High Priest! The High Priest committed suicide..."

"Kill!"

Xiulote suddenly swung the command flag, the piercing Death Whistle sounded again, heralding the advent of death.

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

The Imperial Guard Warriors simultaneously swung their bronze axes, chopping forcefully! Their slaughtering skill was so refined, it did not touch bone but cleaved the neck in two with a single stroke!

"Sizzle... sss..."

A large gush of blood spurted out, pooling into a bloody swamp on the ground. Over two hundred heads floated slightly upon the bloodpool, with dying terror, staring intently at the city wall.

"Bang!"

Two Elder Priests could no longer withstand it, their eyes rolling back, fell backwards directly. The city wall descended into chaos, mixed with the wails of despair facing a dead end!

"Haha..."

Petl laughed mournfully, turned around, gazing at the majestic human-made mountain wonder.

The setting sun, falling upon the top of the Great Pyramid, illuminated the sanctuary of the gods, making it exceptionally splendid. The twelve Priestly Families of the Holy City, supported by the faith in the Nava gods, had stood atop the shining tower for over five hundred years. Yet, as the twilight slowly descended, the earth issuing blood-pools, houses burning fiercely, bodies lying everywhere... The apocalyptic scene arrived head-on, along with tens of thousands of the Mexica legion, enveloping the city of Cholula from heaven to earth, bringing about final death...

"Under the twilight, the falling gods... The twilight of the gods..."

Petl looked up at the sunset, murmuring softly. Facing the brilliant twilight, he suddenly leapt into a dance of worshiping the Divine, singing a ballad of apocalyptic cycle, right on the chaotic city wall, under the watchful eyes of the Imperial Guard Legion.

"The gods created the world, never pleased, hence there is a cycle. ’Four Tigers’, ’Four Winds’, ’Four Rains’, ’Four Waters’, four suns have already set, the fifth sun is about to rise! The flames of death burned away the divine bodies of the gods; the flames of rebirth, gave birth to a brand new Chief Divine!"...