Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!
Chapter 954 - 559: Dance Offering and Obedience (Extra - for Alliance Master ai5676906)

Chapter 954: Chapter 559: Dance Offering and Obedience (Extra Chapter for Alliance Master ai5676906)

"Your Majesty!..."

Texiwhit spoke in a low voice. Huitzilihuitl squinted his eyes and looked over in response to the sound.

At this moment, countless thoughts appeared in the mind of the Turquoise Great General. He wanted to accuse Huitzilihuitl of possible murder and ask the supreme King to investigate the truth. However... he had no evidence, nor did he have sufficient status and power. In the pragmatic political tradition of the Alliance, such powerless accusations were destined to be of no use, merely disturbing the other party in vain.

"I... want a suit of sturdy bronze heavy armor!"

"Hmm? Bronze heavy armor?"

Upon hearing this, Aweit was slightly stunned. A few moments later, he laughed heartily and praised with admiration.

"Good! Truly a pure Mexica warrior! Turquoise Texiwhit, you will receive a suit of sturdy armor, along with a sharp bronze great axe, to better fight for the Alliance!"

In the current Alliance, bronze heavy armor and bronze great axes were still strictly controlled military supplies. They were only produced in the craftsmen’s great camp in the capital city and the armory division in Copper Capital Qinchongcan. Except for the important Royal Legion, only a few extremely honorable members of the great nobility could obtain them in small quantities.

"Thank you, Your Majesty! May the Chief Divine bless, and the King be supreme!"

Aweit nodded slightly, patted Texiwhit’s shoulder, and moved towards the next warrior. The King personally took action, generously rewarding, and gathering the hearts of warriors from various states. Until the deep night, when the evening breeze carried a slight chill, the grand reward ceremony finally came to an end.

"May the Chief Divine bless the Alliance!"

The King raised the scepter and prayed solemnly.

"May the Divine bless the Alliance! May the Divine bless the King!"

The assembled generals bowed their heads respectfully in prayer.

Moments later, Aweit sat back on the elevated stone seat, scanning the people present. His lips curled into a smile again, and he calmly ordered the guard beside him.

"Go, bring the City Lord of Tree Snake City!"

"As you command, Your Majesty!"

Two trusted aides hurried away. Not long after, City Lord Okote appeared before everyone, dressed in plain robes, with disheveled hair. The boisterous generals immediately quieted down, all curiously observing the highest leader of the Tlaxcala Alliance.

"..."

Under the gaze of the generals, Okote, unarmed and staggering, was escorted by the warriors. He came to the familiar grand hall and gazed complexly at his palace, now occupied by the fierce Mexica. He was temporarily speechless.

"Okote, noble descendant of the Tree Snake, leader of the Tlaxcalan people."

Aweit spoke with interest, a smile on his lips. Holding the inherited Divine Staff, he looked at Okote’s somber expression and commanded indifferently.

"Come! Right here, perform a celebratory ceremonial dance for the Alliance warriors who conquered Tree Snake City!"

"...You!"

Upon hearing this, Okote gritted his teeth, his eyes gradually reddening. From a young age, he was a noble Divine Descendant, sitting high above tens of thousands. How could he have ever suffered such humiliation?

"What? Okote, are you unwilling?"

Aweit’s expression turned slightly cold, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"I think you shouldn’t be foolish enough to refuse."

"..."

Okote trembled all over. He looked at the high-seated Mexica King and recalled his life in captivity over the past few days, tears falling from his eyes. As a noble Divine Descendant, he could not be like the bravest warriors, treating pain and death as nothing.

"...Red is the abode of man, the vibrancy of life and blood."

A moment later, Okote lowered his head, wearing white garments, tiptoeing as he began the dance of death and mourning. He swung his arms and shook his hair, dancing with a farewell somberness, with the sorrow of a fallen nation, and with the yearning to go to the Divine Kingdom.

"...I linger in the darkness, seeking in the caves of flesh, seeing only white bones..."

The sorrowful chant echoed in the grand hall, each voice mournful, yet it was precisely the same in the Mexica language.

"...I come from the North, the shared bloodline of the wilderness. I go to the South, where separate fires burn..."

At this, Aweit’s brows raised in slight movement. In terms of blood and language, the Mexica and the Tlaxcala were truly brothers. The two tribes had battled for decades, and now, a victor had finally emerged. And what should the ultimate victor do with the defeated in this moment?

"...I am burning, and you are burning! Red is the unquenchable flame. Surviving Tlaxcalans! You crawl and climb, in the deep underground world, struggling between survival and death..."

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Upon hearing this passage, the expressions of the assembled generals flickered, gradually pulling back their smiles. Since the eastward expedition, each legion has been unusually ruthless towards the Tlaxcala tribes, showing no mercy whatsoever.

"...When the flames consume me, I shall turn to ashes and drift towards the red realm. I see the end of death, with nothing left behind! That is the end of reincarnation, the end of all things, regardless of you or me..."

Aweit sang, danced, tears streaming down, gazing at the King seated above. Only when the song ended did he come to a halt and looked towards the high ceiling. There, a wind tunnel lay open where free and warm winds blew in from the vast night sky.

"Hmm... well danced. It seems, rather than leading troops in battle, you are more suited to chanting and dancing!"

After a while, Aweit lowered his gaze, nodded slightly, smiling as he commented. This solemn dance of death indeed surpassed his expectations. In the Mexica aesthetic, such a dance is considered quite poignant and memorable.

"Take him away!"

Aweit tightened his lips, holding back tears, as he was led away by Personal Guard Warriors. This time, after leaving the palace where he had resided for decades, he had no chance of returning.

"Ahem."

The flickering firelight gradually quieted the hall. Aweit collected his thoughts well, and spoke with a smile.

"Haha! The dance of the Telascallan Divine Descendant was good, but somewhat too solemn. What I like most is the dance of Alliance nobles, bold and magnificent, with a spirit that swallows the mountains and rivers..."

"With a great victory in the east, the Royal Legion will soon return. All City-State Legion Commanders, stand up and dance for your King!"

The King’s voice was steady and powerful, landing in the ears of each Commander like it carried the force of thunder.

"Another dance offering?!..."

Luwei Xintel, the Reed Legion Commander, immediately frowned, feeling indignant. He looked to either side, only to see Mountain Legion Commander Izel the first to rise, followed closely by new Tzompantli Legion Commander Huitzilihuitl. Next, Gold Legion Commander Pachjo silently stood. This time, no one dared make any excuses like the late Xochitl.

"Alas."

Without a sound, Xintel sighed and joined the line. Then, the four esteemed honorable nobles, mighty City-State Legion Commanders, together in the grand hall, danced for the supreme King, praising the supreme Sun God!

"In the courtyard, the sun stands motionless like a Firestone, high and still...

The Firestone, supreme above all, overlooks the sky of birds, granting life to the earth...

The Firestone burns brightly, holding time in its grasp, illuminating the divine heavens...

The Firestone rotates like a serpent, the Cloud Serpent burns in the flames, while the Divine King boldly drinks the water from the fire!

That is the crimson blood...

The Divinity drinks blood, feeds on life force. The Divinity controls immortal life, granting it to the loyal King!...

"

The four City-State Commanders sang loudly, raising their hands and feet. This is a hymn praising the Sun God, usually used in sacred sacrificial rites. Singing it here naturally equates the King to the Sun God and themselves as loyal attendants, expressing their utmost surrender.

With the great victory in the east, Tree Snake City fell, and the City-State Army suffered significant casualties. The situation now differs greatly from before the last dance offering. The King’s prestige has risen to its peak, like the noonday sun. The power of the King also firmly suppresses all City-States!

Listening, Aweit’s face blossomed with a radiant smile. When everyone completed the sacrificial dance, gasping for breath and saluting, the King tightly grasped the Divine Staff and sincerely praised aloud.

"Good! Very good! I like it very much!"

"Praise the King! We are willing to offer dances and songs for you!"

All four City-State Commanders bowed their heads with respect and saluted the King.

"Hmm."

Aweit scanned the crowd, nodding repeatedly. He smiled, but his eyes were as sharp as a hawk’s. After probing with the dance, it was time for the true obedience he desired.

"Luwei Xintel, Gold Pachjo, Mountain Izel, Yun Shan Huitzilihuitl..."

The King’s compelling voice pronounced the names of each Commander. Subsequently, the King’s intention was made clear, without any concealment.

"The supreme Sun requires the guard of City-State Warriors!... After the eastward expedition, I will establish two new Tonsured Guard Camps, requiring at least warriors of the third-level elite Fire Warriors!"

Aweit cast a glance at the commanders whose expressions changed suddenly and ruthlessly announced.

"Warriors of each City-State are truly brave. Your four City-State armies must produce a thousand third-level elite warriors or above!... The Tzompantli army suffered heavy casualties, produce two hundred men, while the Mountain army did not participate in the siege, produce three hundred men. The remaining two legions should each produce half!"...