Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!
Chapter 966 - 569: Rain Divine is Dead!

Chapter 966: Chapter 569: Rain Divine is Dead!

The pursuit encountered an ambush, the Commander-in-Chief was killed, and the Mexica trampled the divine feathers. A large group of Barbarian Soldiers continuously emerged from the mountain forest, encircling from both flanks. The army formation of the Mistec people only held out for a quarter before collapsing under the fierce assault. Thousands of Samurai let out frantic and fearful cries, scattering in the ferocious raid.

The battle thus entered a new phase of pursuit and northern retreat, and the true intense casualties began here!

"Chase! Chop off their heads, capture their Samurai! This is all military merit! Awooo!"

The Canine Warriors excitedly growled and howled. They ran and pursued through the mountain forest with great speed, like a pack of hunting dogs, knocking down the lagging enemies onto the ground. They wielded Copper Spears, slashed with Bronze Axes, and then pulled out agave ropes, skillfully binding the limbs of the captives, wantonly looting the possessions of the Nobility Samurai.

Each Mistec state was located in the geologically active Southern Madre Mountains, a region also rich in Gold and Silver. Their Goldsmiths and Silversmiths possessed high craftsmanship and could forge various exquisite Gold and Silver Necklaces and ornaments. The faith of Rain Divine Zavi also revered the colors of Gold and Silver. Hence, the necks of Mistec Nobility were always radiant, shimmering with soul-stirring light.

Victory was assured, and Black Wolf Toltec smiled at the corner of his mouth. He watched the fleeing and slaughtered enemy troops and enjoyed the moment of triumph before gradually calming down. He had experienced such scenes too many times, and today’s battle was hardly difficult.

Black Wolf slightly lowered his eyes, pondered for a while, then called for the Camp Commander of the Tlaxcala Defector Camp, "Stake" Tetica.

"Tetica, your Tlaxcala camp performed well in luring the enemy!"

"Honorable Black Wolf Legion Commander, it is all thanks to the protection of the Chief Divine!"

Tetica respectfully knelt down, lowered his head, a trace of bitterness appearing on his face. The three thousand Temple Warriors dispatched from Divine Stone City were the elite among the Mistec people. They fought bravely to rescue the Temple in the mountains. However, this lure and defeat also cost the Defector Camp eight to nine hundred casualties. These once high and mighty Samurai fell into captivity, burnt like firewood, dying alongside the humble Militia. Alas! Who knows if their souls in their heart could go to the Divine Kingdom of the God of the Hunt after dying in the southern mountain forest...

Thinking of this, Tetica’s heart shivered. He carefully raised his eyes to glance at the terrifying Black Wolf Legion Commander, clasped the Hummingbird Talisman around his neck, and prayed right in front of him.

"Praise the Chief Divine! He has granted us victory!"

"Haha!"

Black Wolf laughed loudly. He looked slantwise at Tetica, gave a deep glance, then waved his hand generously, and declared.

"Tetica, the blessings of the Chief Divine fell only on those Samurai who fought devoutly! Hmm, the Tlaxcala Samurai are still capable!"

Saying this, Black Wolf extended his finger, pointing to the vaguely visible Pyramid Temple in the mountains.

"The Cloud Temple, the Teotihuacan Pyramid still has several hundred Temple Warriors defending it. Go! Take the Tlaxcala warriors and capture the Temple for me! Once the Temple falls, the side halls, the Samurai residences, and the subsidiary villages, can be yours to plunder!"

The Cloud Temple is the dwelling place of All Gods, the northern Holy Land of the Mistec people. It is naturally not just a grand pyramid but also includes hundreds of Priesthood, several hundred Temple Warriors, and villages with thousands of people that support priests and warriors. In this era, every large inherited Temple has accumulated hundreds or even thousands of years of tribute. The quantity of precious metals in them would make any European Monarch envious.

"The Cloud Temple... free to plunder?!"

Upon hearing this, Tetica’s eyes suddenly turned red. With shattered faith, he no longer held the former reverence for the Divine, seeing only reality. The Defector Camp Captain immediately lowered his head, s good number of bows.

"Generous and dignified Legion Commander, the Tlaxcala warriors are willing to fight for you!"

"Haha!"

Upon hearing this, Black Wolf laughed heartily. But soon, he furrowed his brows and sternly corrected.

"No, you fight for His Highness, for the Chief Divine!"

"Yes, yes! For the Legion Commander, His Highness, and the Chief Divine!"

Tetica respectfully saluted. Then, he raised his War Club, leading the consolidated Defector Camp towards the towering Cloud Temple.

As the sun sets, the moon rises, as the sun rises, the moon sets. The verdant earth is dotted with solidified crimson, and rigid corpses are covered by dense vegetation. Meanwhile, blazing flames rose from below the mountain Temple village, burning all the way up, accompanied by shouting, killing, and desperate wails!

One-sided pursuit continued for full two days. Under the pursuit of Canine Hunters, of the three thousand elite Mistec warriors, only about two to three hundred escaped. The Canine brought back two thousand severed heads and seven to eight hundred pale-faced, capable-of-walking defectors.

According to the tradition of the Guajili Legion, all warriors unwilling to surrender were executed; injured enemies incapable of walking were all executed; noble captives with influential power were directly sacrificed. This cruel combat custom stems both from the Alliance’s traditional human sacrifice practice and the harsh natural laws of the wilderness, striking fear into all enemies.

"Pile up all two thousand severed heads to build a pyramid of skulls!"

Black Wolf coldly issued the first military order to the surrendered Mistec warriors. He then smiled faintly at the corner of his mouth, holding the Bronze Qin Sword at his waist, and asked blandly.

"Among you warriors, who is the most capable? Stand out before me!"

The Mistec warriors looked dispirited, exchanging glances. Soon, their gaze focused on a warrior robust like a leopard.

"Damn it!"

Rain Divine Warrior Lichi cursed inwardly. Bound at the hands, he lowered his head, tiptoed, walking on the ball of his foot as he cautiously stood out.

Black Wolf narrowed his eyes, observed Lichi’s walking pace, and slightly nodded. Then, he tightened his grip on the Copper Sword and strode closer.

"I am Black Wolf Torc! Mistec Warrior, tell me your name!"

"I am the Rain Divine Warrior from Divine Stone City, Woodpecker Lichi!"

Lichi slightly squatted, nervously replied. He has heard of the Mexica tradition, which favored pitting captured enemy warriors against the Alliance’s warriors under unfair conditions, using the lives of outstanding warriors to please the belligerent and bloodthirsty War God.

"Riki, Woodpecker Lichi? Good!"

The Black Wolf slowly nodded, smiling. Then, he stepped forward, suddenly drawing the bronze sword from his waist and slashing toward the unarmed Lichi!

"Ha!"

"Ah..."

Lichi was abruptly attacked, his body instinctively dodging. His steps leaped like a leopard, shifting one step to the right. Then he painstakingly evaded, dodging two consecutive sword strikes until he was out of breath. Following that, a sharp sword blade came hacking down, the fierce sword wind scattering his hair, with cold death looming in an instant!

"Ah!"

At the brink between life and death, the Black Wolf suddenly twisted his wrist, transforming the sharp blade into the thick sword spine. He turned the slash into a smack, using skilled capturing techniques, heavily pounding on Lichi’s shoulder.

"Pop!"

"Ugh!"

Lichi, the Rain Divine warrior, groaned, losing balance, and was directly knocked to the ground. His pupils shrank then expanded abruptly, sweat pouring from his forehead like a waterfall, even his knees trembling slightly. Seconds later, a red line appeared on his forehead, a faint trace of blood seeping out. In that instant, he had been only half a finger’s breadth away from death.

"Haha!"

Looking at the fallen Lichi, the Black Wolf laughed heartily, nodding with satisfaction.

"Not bad, with hands bound, yet able to dodge my three strikes. Truly an outstanding warrior!"

After speaking, the Black Wolf stepped forward again, raising the Qin Sword once more, slashing down mercilessly!

"Screech!"

Lichi’s mind shuddered, his gaze losing focus, his spine electrified. As he came to his senses, he realized the rope binding his hands had been cut by the fearsome samurai before him.

"Lichi, from today, you will be the head of these over 700 defectors!"

The Black Wolf sheathed the bronze sword, stretched out his hand, lifting Lichi from the ground as a coyote would grasp a lynx. He looked into Lichi’s eyes with chilling black eyes, commanding without room for refusal.

"Remember! You must fight for the Chief Divine, for His Highness! The bravely fighting warriors will attain wealth, women, land, even titles, becoming nobility of the Alliance! But cowardly warriors will be as lowly as ants on the ground. As for traitors..."

The Black Wolf squinted, grinning, revealing sharp teeth as he spoke word by word.

"I will personally decapitate them!"

"..."

Lichi pressed his lips tightly, hesitating for a moment. He looked at the Black Wolf’s harsh face, as though facing a beast from the jungle. After a while, the surrendered Rain Divine warrior slowly lowered his head, his voice weak yet clear.

"Yes. I obey you..."

"Louder!"

"Yes! I obey you!"

"Say to me, praise the Chief Divine!"

"...Praise the Chief Divine!"

"Good!"

The Black Wolf nodded in satisfaction. He released his hand, instructing.

"Take your people and start building the mound of heads! Remember, place the heads of the Divine Descendant Nobility at the top!"

Lichi nodded silently. At this moment, something seemed lost from his heart, yet also as if something was freed. He turned around, glancing instinctively at the nearby Cloud Temple, where flames were igniting beneath the pyramid.

Moments later, a wave of frenzied wolf howls emanated from the Divine Mountain of the Temple, accompanied by nearly insane shouts. It was the cries of the Tlaxcala defectors, now also like Canine Descendants, full of the wilderness’s ferocity and coldness.

"Haha!"

The Black Wolf listened for a moment, then laughed aloud, like a Wolf King from the wilderness.

"Not bad, what a bunch of wolf cubs!"

Lichi paused, his knees somewhat weak. He breathed heavily a few times, stabilizing his trembling spirit, yet his mind was blank. He had learned the Navajo dialect of the North, able to understand the calls in the wind. This calling seemed like the advent of doom, causing the nearby Mistec defectors to reveal genuine despair.

"The Rain Divine is dead! The Chief Divine reigns supreme!... Cloud Temple has fallen!"