Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!
Chapter 967 - 570: Land of the Rain God, Legacy in the Cloud

Chapter 967: Chapter 570: Land of the Rain God, Legacy in the Cloud

The long wind blows and scatters, the fine rain trickles down. Blood spreads across the sacred valley, the corpses of the Mistec people lie everywhere. The flames of the temple burn faintly, then extinguish in the wind and rain, like the protection of the Rain Divine, or like the tears of all gods, witnessing the war and conquest.

Black Wolf walks through the blood-colored valley, steps over the lush farmland, passes through the charred village, and climbs the grayish-brown hillside. Finally, the ancient Teotihuacan pyramid clearly appears in front of him.

The Cloud Temple, the Teotihuacan pyramid, or rather the group of pyramids, is a sacred mountain sanctuary. It’s located on the high northern point of the Teotihuacan Valley, smaller in scale compared to the Holy City of Teotihuacan in the Alliance, or the Holy City of Nava Cholula. Among the pyramids before him, the most important Rain God Temple is only thirty meters high, while the surrounding temples of other gods are even smaller.

The construction of these pyramids might be even older than the Teotihuacan Period. The deep green stone bricks have endured two thousand years of wind and rain; the ancient temples are mottled and worn by the elements, splendid in the Classical Period before Christ, yet fallen by the end of the seventh century.

And now, they have been piously worshiped anew by the various tribes of the Mistec. The temple walls are covered with snake-shaped patterns, and sculptures of jaguars and skulls. The ancient Feathered Serpent, the Rain Divine’s jaguar, along with the undead of two thousand years, silently watch the Mexica people’s conquering army once more.

Black Wolf’s steps are steady, he crosses the corpses of temple warriors and steps into a grand hall adorned with gold and silver. Immediately, a lifelike golden statue of the divine catches his eye, nearly two meters tall!

Rain God Zavi wears a wide hat open at the front, sitting poised on the high Throne of the Gods. He has eyes covering half his face, a flat nose, and tightly pressed wide lips. In the eyes of later generations, he would resemble an elderly scholar wearing deep-framed glasses. At this moment, the ancient divine has a solemn expression, motionless, overlooking the insignificant visitor as if in contemplation.

"Is this the Rain Divine of the Mistec people?"

Black Wolf squints his eyes, slightly raises his head, and directly meets the gaze of the divine. The Mistec craftsmen have likely spent immense effort to carve such a realistic statue on relatively soft gold. Their metal craftsmanship truly stands out in the world.

Faced with the query from the Mexica Commander-in-Chief, the Grand Hall of the Temple is shrouded in dead silence. On the surrounding walls, fresh bloodstains have yet to coagulate, with red handprints still visible. The resistant temple guards and priests have just been dealt with. In the vast temple, only dozens of Mexica warriors in armor holding weapons remain, along with a dozen captive Mistec priests.

"Hmm!"

After a while, no one responds. Black Wolf furrows his brows, looks at the captive temple priests, and a murderous intent arises in his heart.

"Bring them over!"

Red Frog Keka nods. He grins, reveals his teeth, extends his rough large hand like a mountain leopard catching a bird, and grabs an elderly priest wearing the most ornate feather crown with feathers on his head. Seeing the pale-faced Mistec old priest, the once chieftain of the wilderness feels disdain in his heart.

These southern priests are really too weak! Thin arms, slender limbs, not even decent muscles on their body. Not to mention any spells, probably can’t even wield weapons properly, a chieftain of the wilderness can easily defeat ten of them!

"Is your Rain Divine perhaps the great Rain Divine of the Alliance, the incarnation of Tlaloc?"

Black Wolf looks at the old priest and asks the first question with seriousness. In the Alliance’s traditional beliefs, the Rain Divine Tlaloc’s status is second only to the supreme Chief Divine, and he has always been revered by the Mexica people. If the Mistec’s Rain Divine is related to Tlaloc, he would show some respect.

"What? The supreme Rain Divine Zavi, how could he be the incarnation of the northern Rain Divine!"

Upon hearing the words of the Mexica warrior, the old priest’s color changes drastically. Despite shaking all over, he still can’t hide his raging anger, and rebukes vehemently.

"Chief Divine Zavi, has guarded the Mistec people for thousands of years! The land under our feet is the sacred Land of Zavi, Nuu Dzahui! ...The supreme Rain Divine controls wind and rain, drought, disease, and harvest, being one of the oldest gods in the world. He shines upon the valley, shines upon the jungle, eastward all the way to the Maya Lands, to the waves of the Great Lake. And when he blesses the world, your Aztec ancestors were still eating sand in the distant wilderness!"

"Ignorant Mexica, the Tlaloc you worship was merely the incarnation after being enlightened by the Rain Divine a few hundred years ago, appearing among the northern tribes!"

"Is that so?"

Listening to the old priest’s narration, Black Wolf gazes with eyes wide open, showing a trace of confusion. He has not received priestly tutelage, knowing little about the origins of the divine. However, as he glances around, the Mistec captives all show expressions of natural conviction.

Upon seeing this, Black Wolf nods slightly. He looks at the old priest, who stands defiantly with his neck straightened, and smiles with judgment.

"Hmm, you probably didn’t lie."

"The supreme Rain Divine witnesses everything! This is the Rain Divine’s Holy Temple, it is not to be desecrated...uh! Hehe..."

The old priest’s face suddenly shows extreme pain. He trembles violently, yet cannot utter a complete sentence. Blood begins seeping from the corner of his mouth, pupils rapidly dilate, and then his body collapses to the ground, chest facing up. A large patch of bright red spreads, soaking the ancient stone bricks, seeping into the cracks fractured by the wind, and merging with the ancient temple.

"Ah!"

The captive Mistec priests scream in terror. A sacrificial obsidian dagger is firmly embedded in the old priest’s heart, buried up to the hilt!

"Disrespect to the supreme Chief Divine, insult the Alliance’s Rain Divine, and this is the result of sacrifice!"

Black Wolf’s expression is cold and he sternly pronounces the judgment. He then waves a hand, looking at Red Frog Keka.

"Next one!"

Very quickly, a young priest is brought forward. His face is handsome, also wearing a splendid feather crown, revealing a distinguished status. However, at this moment, he is trembling, his legs weak, glancing at the elder’s corpse on the ground, then at the Mexica Commander-in-Chief with bloodstained war clothes, almost too terrified to speak.

"How much do you know about Divine Stone City?"

"Divine...Divine Stone City? It...it is the largest city-state in the valley, with a population of two to three thousand. The walls are six to seven meters high, divided into inner and outer cities. The inner city might have been built by the highland ancestors; it’s a cloud relic from two thousand years ago, has undergone several apocalyptic events. And the outer city was built by the immortal unifier, the ancestor Tiger Claw King, four hundred years ago..."

"Hmm? Highland ancestors? Cloud relics? Apocalyptic events? And what’s this Tiger Claw King?"

Upon hearing this jumble of incomprehensible terms, Black Wolf’s eyes widen, feeling puzzled again. The young priest shivers inside, feeling cold all over, drops to his knees, "poof."

"Ah! Great Mexica General, please...please don’t kill me! I am the descendant of the High Crocodile Priest, flowing with the immortal bloodline of Tiger Claw King, possessing the Cloud’s legacy..."

"Haha!"

Seeing this, Black Wolf bursts into laughter. Compared to the stubborn old priest, such a high-ranking young person is much easier to break. He lowers his head, stares at the crying young priest, and tries to smile as "kindly" as possible.

"It seems like you know a lot! Come, tell me all the details about the Mistec Alliance, and I’ll give you a chance for conversion to the supreme Chief Divine!"