Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!
Chapter 921 - 532: The King’s Cold Fury

Chapter 921: Chapter 532: The King’s Cold Fury

"Ah! Ah! I gaze at the sun in the sky, I see the cocoa trees crashing down, I see the reversal of noble and base! Sacred blood flows everywhere, the humble moth people rise high!... Ah! Ah! The end of the cycle approaches in darkness, it is the twilight of all gods, the doom of the Divine Descendants! Demons of the volcano rule the land, without the sacred priest’s guidance, the world of death is about to arrive! Endless crimson, endless sacrifice, skulls piled into hills, corpses converge into an ocean..."

"Oh! The world of death?"

Xiulote gave a cold laugh, the killing intent in his eyes was terrifying.

Watching the dying struggles of the priests of the Holy City, he felt a sense of pleasure arise in his heart, and a smile curled at his lips. However, it was far from enough, far from enough!

"That was my dearest relative, the person who personally taught and raised me in this world... Now, he is dead, dead here... All of you must be buried with him!"

The king’s heart was now firm as blood-red corundum, cold and hard as the glacier of the Divine Mountain. He glanced at the nearly sinking sunset, unwilling to wait, eagerly waving the command flag.

"Longbow trusted aide, move in and shoot!"

A thousand Longbow Warriors donned Copper Armor, holding longbows, quickly marching to within sixty steps of the Inner City wall. Sparse Feathered Arrows shot down from the city towers, but hardly pierced armor. The Bow Samurai slightly lowered their heads, tilted their Greatbows, aimed briefly, and suddenly shot!

"Swoosh swoosh swoosh!"

The fierce rain of arrows whistled away, falling among the Defending Army on the city towers, bringing forth a chorus of wails. Dozens of Cholula Warriors fell dead with arrows on the spot, several priests also died instantly.

The Elder Priests became instantly chaotic, retreating hurriedly from the city towers under the escort of family warriors. The priest leader Petl also stopped the sacrificial dance, was lifted by family warriors, and escorted away. Amid the crisscrossing arrows on the walls, only the war elder Wezil remained. He wore Leather Armor, held a Great Shield, and tried hard to stand firm on the city towers shielded by numerous warriors.

After ten rounds of arrow rain, the sunset fell behind the mountains, signaling the end of the day. Xiulote ordered a thousand Imperial Guards to seal off the walls, patrolling through the night, wary of the Holy City priests’ escape. The remaining warriors lit fires, encamped to rest outside the city. Hundreds of Tekos vanguard began constructing ladders, restless even for a moment.

The long night swiftly passed. On the Great Pyramid, the priest sanctuary remained bright through the night, first filled with the laughter of Elder Priests, the giggles and cries of young girls, then suddenly the screams of women, the wild laughter of elders, without knowing what happened.

Xiulote remained calm and indifferent. Regardless of desperation, whatever these so-called "All Gods" indulged in, the only greeting for them was destined death!

The next day, the Yu Yan Legion and the Guajili Legion simultaneously sent envoys to report to the throne. The vanguard of both armies had entered Cholula’s outer city, capturing hundreds of fleeing City-State Nobles and priests.

The king coldly waved the red flag, and beneath the pyramid walls outside, hundreds of "noble" corpses were added. Then, Longbow Warriors immediately stepped out, shooting at the seven-meter-high city towers. Imperial Guard Warriors erected a few ladders and began the first day of siege.

Two thousand Cholula Warriors shouted slogans of the Divine, shooting arrows, throwing javelins, hurling stones, fighting, dying. Their numbers rapidly dwindled, with five to six hundred perishing on the first day. Yet, under the baptism of lifelong faith, the Defending Army’s will remained tremendously tenacious, showing no sign of collapse.

The king’s face was like an iceberg, continuing to reorganize legions, strengthening arrow suppression, working day and night to craft ladders. More and more Mexica legions gathered, and most areas of the outer city had been pacified.

All Elder Priests except for the war elder had not appeared on the city towers. The colossal and towering Great Pyramid had Divine Smoke wafting day and night, constant revelry resounded like a Divine Kingdom detached from the secular world.

On the third day, three Mexica legions simultaneously stormed the city from three sides. Cholula warriors held on bitterly for half a day, finally losing the fiercest South City at sunset. Shortly after, the East City’s Defending Army also crumbled, Black Wolf Toltec, with reddened eyes, personally put on armor, charged into the city, headed for the Great Pyramid.

Over ten thousand Mexica Warriors flooded into the Inner City, and brutal slaughter ensued. Horrified cries erupted into hopeless wails, wails transformed to wounded screams, screams became dying groans, groans eventually fell silent... Another long and cold night descended, merciless darkness surged from all sides, covering all corpses, drowning boundless crimson.

Xiulote lowered his eyes, sitting cross-legged outside the city. He quietly gazed at the slaughter within, the death he yearned for in his heart finally satisfied by life. It wasn’t until the fourth day at dawn, when morning light illuminated the sky, that he stood up tall.