Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!
Chapter 944 - 550: The Battle of Tree Snake City, The Belated Protection

Chapter 944: Chapter 550: The Battle of Tree Snake City, The Belated Protection

The wails of the Militia echoed around the pyramid, like a murder of dying crows. The Samurai’s shouts of slaughter came from the city walls, interspersed with the growing fervor of the Mexica people, announcing the fall of the City-State. The sky was a low-hanging cloud, the earth a blood-stained city. And between the sky and the earth stood the towering Pyramid Temple, the holiest abode of the God of the Hunt.

"Hmm? Chichipate..."

Hearing Telavito’s call, Okote finally shifted his gaze from the gemstone-adorned golden idol. His expression was dim, and after looking at the brave Cloud Serpent Hunter for a moment, he sighed softly.

"Forget it! I was originally going to take them with me on this journey..."

"Family Head?"

Itz’s eyes moved as he raised his head. He looked at Okote standing there, ever ready to die fighting for the Family Head.

"Itz, Telavito, you are warriors blessed by the Cloud Serpent; perhaps you really can break out of the encirclement."

There was one last glimmer of hope in Okote’s eyes. He gave a few instructions to his trusted aide, who then brought out two men and one woman from the prayer room within the Temple, three young Divine Descendants who were weeping.

"My eldest son Omomochi, second son Tohenyo, and youngest daughter Chichipate, I entrust them all to you. The remaining Tree Snake trusted aides are also entrusted to you... Go quickly! Take them, and strive to escape the city!"

Upon hearing this, tears once again streamed from Itz’s eyes. He knelt on the ground, facing the resolute Okote, and kowtowed twice heavily, crying out in pain.

"Family Head!..."

"Ooh, father..."

Telavito glanced at the crying Divine Descendant girl, also knelt on the ground and paid his respects with a gesture of deep reverence.

"Father-in-law..."

"Father..."

"Chief Divine’s protection!..."

The shouts of the Mexica Warriors were drawing even closer. Okote stood in the Temple, watching as two dark green torrents surged from the East City and South City walls toward the central pyramid. He gritted his teeth, no longer looking at his softly crying children, and shouted sternly.

"Go quickly!"

Telavito did not hesitate any longer, immediately standing up. He reached out, grabbed the bewildered and panicked Chichipate, and dashed out of the Temple, heading down the pyramid.

Itz stood tall, bringing the two older princes with him, though they struggled to keep up. As he reached the base of the pyramid, he gathered the returning Tree Snake trusted aides and called out to the Cloud Serpent Hunter.

"Telavito! Where are you going?"

"Itz, we’ll each take a Divine Descendant, and act separately!"

Telavito turned and glanced at the two princes next to Itz and the conspicuous group of warriors, then made up his mind to separate from them.

"If we can break through, we’ll regroup in the northern mountains!..."

The Cloud Serpent Hunter left his final words, then with a few follower warriors, fled toward the West City of Tree Snake City. He had to find a way to exit the city from there.

"Chief Divine’s protection! Capture the Divine Descendants and nobility in the city!"

Chichimiqui the stray dog led a thousand Royal Warriors, killing their way through the East City and quickly arriving before the Pyramid Temple. The Eagle Warriors, clad in heavy armor, found it hard to continue fighting and were not suited for pursuit. At this moment, these noble warriors, whose stamina was overly worn, paused at the city walls, leaving the honor of capturing the city’s Divine Descendants to the lightly armored warriors in dark green war clothes.

"Hmm?"

Chichimiqui squinted, glancing at the departing hundred Tree Snake Warriors, seemingly protecting someone important. Without hesitation, he pointed, shouting sharply.

"Camp Commander Moquihuix, take three hundred warriors and pursue that group! Don’t let Tlaxcala’s Divine Descendants and nobility escape!"

"Yes, Legion Commander!"

Moquihuix clasped his fist to his chest, bowed his head in salute. He was Moteloki’s clan brother, also a young trusted aide promoted by the King. Hearing the Legion Commander’s order, he promptly led three hundred Leather Armor Warriors to pursue swiftly.

Chichimiqui looked around, then glanced at other scattered fleeing warriors, and paid them no mind. But most importantly... Chichimiqui raised his head, gazing at the towering Pyramid Temple, a bloodthirsty smile appearing on his face.

"The rest, follow me into the Temple of the God of the Hunt! Praise the Chief Divine, supreme and mighty, above all gods!"

"Praise the Chief Divine, supreme and mighty, above all gods!"

Hundreds of Mexica Warriors shouted fanatically in unison. Under the blessing of the Chief Divine’s faith, they dared to attack the abode of the Divine. Chichimiqui took the lead climbing, as hundreds of warriors gripped their copper spear battle staffs, attacking up the pyramid from all directions. Only by burning down the enemy’s Temple could they achieve true conquest!

A moment later, Texiwhit, leading dozens of Tzompantli trusted aides, also fought through the retreating Defending Army, arriving at the Temple Pyramid. His expression shifted slightly as he observed the Royal Warriors attacking the Pyramid Temple from below, hesitating somewhat.

"The merit of capturing the Temple... is not something to contest lightly..."

Texiwhit pursed his lips, shook his head slightly. Then, he glanced around, scanning the distant fleeing enemies, when suddenly his eyes fixed on something! A familiar figure abruptly appeared in his vision, still wearing that snake-patterned cloak!

"Let’s go, follow me for revenge for the Legion Commander!"

Texiwhit, as robust as a rock, instantly turned red-eyed. He gritted his teeth and strode toward the west.

"Ah, the Mexica have attacked!"

A young priest, stained with blood, rushed into the grand hall of the temple, urgently calling out.

"The defending army of the temple is resisting, but can’t hold on for much longer!"

"Yes. My child, prepare yourself..."

Tecatlipoca, the High Priest of the Cloud Serpent, nodded calmly. Then, he took a torch, while igniting the wooden flag of legacy, and smiled at Okote.

"Honored City Lord of Divine lineage, it is time for us to leave!"

"...Ah! The legacy of the tribes for a hundred years, the offerings to the Cloud Serpent for hundreds of years, is to be severed today!..."

Okote remained silent for a moment, letting out a long sigh. He gaze upon the blazing fire rising in the temple, and also upon the golden statue that gleamed in the firelight. The warm heat surged quickly, like the embrace of a mother in memory, yet tinged with the pungent scent of volcanic fumes. At this moment close to life and death, he couldn’t help but lower his gaze, tremblingly asking the High Priest of the Cloud Serpent.

"High Priest Tezatlipoca, after our death, can we truly go to the Divine Kingdom of the God of the Hunt?"

Upon hearing this faith-shaken inquiry, Tezatlipoca stared deeply at his counterpart for a moment and then smiled benignly.

"Yes!"

"Drip...drip...drip..."

The flames of the temple had just risen when the sky suddenly darkened, releasing a drizzle. In a short while, the raindrops grew larger, as if the belated blessing of the Cloud Serpent pouring down from the Divine Kingdom!

"Swish! Splash!...’

"Ah! This, this rain? This downpour?!... God of the Hunt, if only you had come sooner, the fate of Snake City..."

Okote suddenly raised his head, widened his eyes, feeling the raindrops falling from the sky, and couldn’t help but burst into tears. The raindrops soon became dense, transforming into a torrential downpour, carrying the overpowering force of the rain season. The great fire in the temple flickered in the sudden rain, then gradually diminished. Before half a quarter had passed, it seemed like the flame would completely extinguish.

"Kill! Praise the Chief Divine! Seize them!"

Chichimiqui, carrying a blood-dripping hand axe, quickly climbed the temple and struck down the young priest with one swing. His body already drenched with raindrops, his hair tangled together like a wild, frenzied man. At this point, he glanced at the feather-crowned and richly adorned figures in the grand hall of the temple, instantly revealing a delighted expression.

"Ha-ha! Divine Descendant Nobility, High Priests! All are the noblest sacrifices!"

"Hm?..."

Upon witnessing the Mexica warriors break into the temple, High Priest Tezatlipoca didn’t hesitate, immediately drawing a dagger, deeply stabbing it into his own heart. If he fell into the hands of the Mexica priests and was fed drugged blade water, then life and death wouldn’t be his to dictate.

"Uh! Hoo-hoo..."

"Damn it!"

Chichimiqui roared angrily, fiercely eyeing the fallen old corpse. A stab through the heart, the blood flowing profusely, meant there could be no survival.

These serving divine High Priests often were more decisive than the Nobility of Divine Descendants, rarely captured by the alliance, being extraordinarily rare as sacrifices. Alas... the Legion Commander of the Dead Dog took several strides, raising the hand axe, skillfully turning the blunt side, using it to strike forcefully.

"Ha-ha-ha! God of the Hunt! Why is your protection so tardy? Ah?... Uh!"

Okote both cried and laughed, gazing at the rain clouds in the sky, shouting hysterically. Shortly after, he was struck heavily on the forehead by Chichimiqui, directly falling to the ground.

"Pah, what’s the point of yelling? The Chief Divine controls everything, even the rain is the will of the Chief Divine!"

Chichimiqui "pah"ed in disdain, took out a rope from his waist, and personally bound Okote’s hands. He beamed with delight, looking at the City Lord of Snake City’s white teeth, serpentine-adorned exquisite clothes, eagerly asking.

"Who are you?"

"...I am the leader of the Tlaxcalans, the honored Divine descendant of Snake, City Lord of Ocotelulco, Elder Okote!... Uh... woo woo..."

"Ha-ha! Great, great! A splendid catch!"

Chichimiqui burst into laughter, directly tearing Okote’s fancy clothes, pulled off a piece of cotton cloth, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Mobilize the warriors, keep an eye on this guy! Dispatch an envoy, quickly report to the King! The most sacred sacrifice of the Eastern Expedition has fallen into our hands! Ha-ha!"

Euphoria echoed through the temple of the God of the Hunt, accompanied by the pattering rain, like an unrestrained symphony. Under the towering pyramid, everywhere were fleeing screams and dying wails. The Mexica warriors cheered, pursuing and killing the remaining enemies in the downpour, capturing prisoners, pillaging wealth, fully enjoying the joys of conquest!

The very sound struck differently in the ears of different people. Okote listened to the laughter of the Mexica warriors, watched the sky’s abrupt downpour, and sorrowfully closed his eyes. At this moment, with tears streaming down, he earnestly prayed in his heart, not for the tens of thousands of citizens in the city, but for his three most beloved children.

"God of the Hunt, I am willing to sacrifice my life, beseeching you to bestow one last blessing! In this world-shattering apocalypse, please allow the Divine Blood of Snake to escape and continue to thrive in this world..."