Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!
Chapter 949 - 554: Announcement in the Temple, Victory of the Eastern Expedition_2

Chapter 949: Chapter 554: Announcement in the Temple, Victory of the Eastern Expedition_2

Moqihuix’s expression turned cold, aiming at the flank, another fierce strike. Okote was hit hard, "bang" and fell to the ground, convulsing for a good while before barely coming to his senses.

"You, you! Barbaric Mexica people!..."

"Heh!"

Aweit smiled faintly, with unchanged expression, gazing at the Tree Snake Divine Descendant kneeling before him. He was not angered by the other’s offense because this was the defeated nemesis of war, destined to be offered as sacrifices.

"Go, bring up the two captured Tlaxcala Princes, let him see clearly!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Two trusted aides bowed their heads in salute and quickly left. In no time, they escorted two crying young Divine Descendants to stand before the despairing Okote.

"Ugh... Father!"

"Ah! My sons... Omomochi, Tohenyo!"

Okote was stunned for a moment. He looked at the two crying sons, tears uncontrollably streaming from his eyes.

"Oh God of the Hunt! Why did you abandon us, sever the bloodline of the Tree Snake Divine Descendants?"

In the sacred temple, under the Mexica King’s gaze, the honorable father and sons faced each other in tears, filled with the sorrow and despair of a fallen royal family. After crying for a while, Okote suddenly thought of something. His voice trembled, a bit afraid yet somewhat expectant as he asked.

"Your... sister?"

"Father!..."

The older Prince Omomochi hurriedly shook his head, signaling Okote not to inquire. Okote immediately realized, quickly closed his mouth, not uttering a word. However, it was evidently too late.

"Hm? Is there a fish that slipped through the net?"

Aweit raised his brows. He looked at the Legion Commander of the Lost Dogs behind him and asked sternly.

"Lost Dogs, among the captured Divine Descendants, is there Okote’s daughter?"

"...Um, Your Majesty."

Chichimiqui the Lost Dogs thought for a moment and confidently shook his head.

"The captured Divine Descendants are all detained near the pyramid. There are several Tlaxcala princesses among them, but none is Okote’s daughter."

Hearing this, Okote’s expression shifted, showing joy, and he prayed devoutly in his heart.

"Hmm..."

Aweit’s expression turned cold, paused slightly, and issued a Royal Decree.

"Royal Decree, search the entire city again! Count the captured Tlaxcala prisoners, do not let any Divine Descendant escape!"

"...Your Majesty! If it is a young Princess, she might also be in the camps of the City-State Army."

Moqihuix loyally pondered for a moment and loudly reported in front of all the generals.

"The City-State Army’s discipline is lax, many City-State Nobles, will abduct beautiful noble ladies and hide them in the camps! I am willing to lead the Samurai to search each camp of the City-State!"

Upon hearing this, the City-State Nobles present exchanged glances, all showing uncomfortable expressions. Huitzilihuitl pursed his lips, feeling discontent yet refraining from stepping forward to explain.

"Oh?"

Hearing this, Aweit’s heart stirred. He sharpened his gaze intending to issue an order.

"Cough! Your Majesty!"

The Chief Intelligence Officer from the shadows stepped forward, saluted solemnly. He smiled gently while looking at everyone present and spoke cautiously yet warmly.

"Over these months, each City-State Army has followed the Royal Decree, fighting fiercely, and achieved great merits in siege battles! And the Legion Commanders have diligently devoted themselves, serving the Supreme King wholeheartedly!..."

Upon hearing the Chief Intelligence Officer’s words, the expressions of the City-State Nobles eased slightly. Chichimiqui the Lost Dogs quietly stretched out his foot and kicked the kneeling Moqihuix. The young Royal Warrior knew he had misspoken. Although he felt no regret, he remained silent.

"Your Majesty, it is merely a noble lady, who might have already died somewhere in the city, leaving no bones... No need to make a big fuss, the Legion Commanders of each tribe could self-check. As long as a deadline is set to hand over the captured noble Divine Descendants, it would suffice."

"Hmm..."

Aweit pondered without speaking. Over these months, the drive and depletion on the City-State Army approximately reached the limit of each tribe, it was unsuitable to apply further pressure. After contemplating briefly, he finally showed leniency and nodded.

"Alright! Gillim, implement it according to what you said!"

Afterward, Aweit strode away without paying further attention to the discomfited and anxious Okote. Since he had already defeated his adversary, and enjoyed the thrill of conquest, he would not linger further. The gaze of the king always looks forward, towards the heights.

Ahead, at the heights, stood the God of the Hunt’s mannequin, cast in gold, over two meters tall. He wielded a silver bow, looking towards the East, in a hunting posture, standing atop Tree Snake City. Surrounding the statue were the vivid and imposing Cloud Serpent murals and the haphazardly piled inheritance plaques. As for the smaller jade and gemstone items in the temple, the stationed Royal Warriors had already thoroughly scavenged them.

"Summon the craftsmen with the army, give them ten days! Melt the statue of the God of the Hunt, to cast the sculpture of the Chief Divine!"

King Aweit’s eyes were as sharp as knives, he gazed at the golden statue for a moment, then gave a cold order. The most crucial aspect of the Alliance conquering each State was the Divine Descendants and Temples. The former were to be sacrificed to the War God, the latter destroyed and rebuilt for the Supreme Chief Divine!

"Then summon the painters, scrape off the old God’s murals, and repaint the legends of the Chief Divine! Erase the position of the God of the Hunt as Chief Divine. From now on, all Tlaxcala people must regard the War God as Chief Divine!"

Within the ancient Cloud Snake Temple, Aweit solemnly announced, his voice thunderous, declaring the conquest of the Chief Divine. This also marked the conquest by the Mexica Alliance, from bodily destruction to spiritual unification.

"As for these inheritance plaques, let the War Priest gather them properly and transport them all back to the Lake Capital City, to be stored in the grand Great Temple!"

"Follow your command, Your Majesty!"

"Very good! The exalted Chief Divine, protecting the great Alliance!"

Sunlight descended from the vault, falling upon the face of the God of the Hunt, and shimmering with a golden glow on Aweit’s luxurious armor. After a while, he turned around, facing the submissive crowd, turning his back to the gaze of the Divine, he slowly raised the Divine Staff, issuing a deafening shout.

"The Chief Divine decrees! He has conquered the God of the Hunt, His Throne of the Gods is elevated once more!... The sunlight envelops the Trascal Basin, and the Four States Alliance of Tlaxcala meets its demise today!... From today forth, all Tlaxcala tribes will convert to the Chief Divine, submitting under Mexica people! Any tribe unwilling to change faith faces only destruction!"

As the nemesis of Mexica for decades, Tlaxcala did not enjoy the favors given to Prepetcha. The power of Alliance has now grown beyond past comparison, and no compromises will be made to the surviving hundreds of thousands of Tlaxcala people.

In the King’s plan, the fate of most Tlaxcala tribes would be as dependents, agricultural slaves, even slaves, annually offering young maidens, providing manpower for warfare. They would assimilate into the Alliance slowly, over one or two generations, accepting the Mexica influence at a subordinate level.

"...In the Chief Divine’s imposing gaze, the glorious eastern expedition achieves victory! All Warriors participating in the Divine War, regardless of origin, will be blessed by the Chief Divine, and awarded by the Alliance!... With the Divine’s blessing, we are destined to rule the entire world!"

The King’s voice echoed in the temple of the Tlaxcala people, like a heart-shaking thunderbolt.

In the Grand Hall of the Temple, silence ensued for a moment, followed by the frenzied cheers and hysterical shouts of Mexica Warriors.

"Divine blesses the Alliance, rule the world! Divine blesses the King, ascend to the heights! Roar, roar!..."

Amid the passionate cheers of Mexica people, Okote lifted his head with difficulty, gazing at the statue of the God of the Hunt. The golden light on the statue was so dazzling, it pierced him to tears, agonizing his heart.

"Exalted Cloud Serpent! On the Snake Mountain of the War God, I see your towering corpse... And the brutal War God reigns on the Throne of the Gods, chewing your flesh, drinking your blood!... The God of the Hunt, along with His Divine Descendants, will perish atop the pyramid, never to return... "