Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!
Chapter 972 - 575: Flower of Death, Blood of the People in the Rain

Chapter 972: Chapter 575: Flower of Death, Blood of the People in the Rain

The mountains stretch verdantly, extending east and west, resembling the bivalve shells of a clam, leaving only a narrow valley entrance to the Northeast. At this moment, a hot wind comes from the South, passes over the bright red camp at the valley entrance, and drifts towards the vast mountains on both sides. On the mountains of the Mistec Highlands, towering Jacaranda trees grow, along with the cuetlaxochitl known as the red poinsettia, covering the hills.

"In spring, blue flowers fall from the clouds. In autumn, red flowers bloom on the ground. They are spirited, avoiding the scorching summer!"

The summer wind blows in bursts, bringing an intense scent akin to flowers. Bloody blossoms spread inside and outside the mountain pass. Woodpecker Lichi, covered in blood, stands on the bulwark at the valley entrance. His eyes flash red, yet seem somewhat lost, like a woodpecker about to fall asleep, or a coyote just opening its eyes.

"The Priest of the Rain Divine taught us, oh ancient people of the rain, not to fell a tree during the hot season, for the sap flows, tormenting the tree’s spirit... I once followed the teachings of the Rain Divine, that was the divine me!"

The Mistek Land is called Nuu Dzahui, which means "Land of the Rain God." The Mistek people themselves are called Nuu Savi, "People of the Rain." Devoutly believing in the Divine, the people of the rain also see spirits in all things. In their daily prayers, they would place the "I" at the end of the prayer. This followed ancient teachings, expressing holiness and reverence.

"However, the blazing summer is a season of death. Spring flowers have fallen, and autumn flowers haven’t yet opened. The boundless flower of death blooms in the valley blessed by the Rain Divine because the Divine has also died..."

Woodpecker Lichi murmurs, a flush on his face from combat. His right hand holds a blood-stained bronze axe, and his left hand carries the head of the Divine Water Tribe’s Leader, "Yun Shui" Aquingo. Those eyes widen, filled with anger, unwillingness, and despair. At this moment, drops of fresh blood fall simultaneously from both Liqi’s hands, landing on the bulwark beneath him and soaking the entire camp before him.

Looking around, the fence of the camp is split open by the bronze axe; onto the wooden bulwark, javelins and arrows are thrust, breaking holes in several places. Layers of bodies collapse at the bulwark’s breaches. The corpses of samurai and militia intertwine chaotically, twisted into various forms, pressed into a mass by countless feet, no longer distinguishable from one another.

Over a hundred defectors from the Divine Stone City are now frantically searching through the piles of bodies throughout the camp. Whenever they find a Divine Water Tribe warrior who is not yet dead, they mercilessly stab their worn stone spears into the fragile necks. In the past two hours, the warriors of the Divine Water Tribe had been just as ruthless, stabbing their comrades to death.

The bloody odor grows increasingly intense, mingling with the floral scent of summer, even seeming a bit sweet. A faint blood pool flows from the camp’s heights down towards the southern and northern lowlands. From a distance, the entire red camp resembles a blooming Mistek Safflower, the beautiful cuetlaxochitl.

North of the bulwark stands thousands of warriors of the Mexica army. In the army’s center, the banner of the Black Wolf flies. In front of the formation, hundreds of long spears stand erected, adorned with the terrifying heads of the slain. Over a hundred headless corpses kneel at the base of the long spears, their warm blood tracing another flower of death.

South of the bulwark, over a thousand Mistek defectors pursue the fleeing warriors of the Divine Water Tribe to the south. The numbers of warriors on both sides are approximately equal; however, one side screams and howls, wielding long spears, like a wounded fierce pack of wolves, while the other cries and laments, dropping hunting bows, resembling a cowardly herd of fleeing deer.

It is hard to imagine that just an hour ago, these same two groups clashed within the camp, long spears stabbing each other, warriors falling one after another, corpses piling over the bulwark. Initially, the mighty "wolf pack" was on the verge of defeat, only to be driven by the even fiercer Jaguar, erupting with a desperate courage under the leadership of the Woodpecker chief, slaughtering the enemy leader.

And now, as the brutal entanglement settles its winner and loser, the "deer herd" collapses instantly, losing all resistance. The subsequent conflict turns into a one-sided massacre. Thus, intertwined warm red unfolds at the southern entrance of the valley, slowly spreading out into another patch of death flowers.

"This is the flower of death, and it is also the blood of the Mistek people... all of it!"

Woodpecker Lichi stands still, his misty eyes gazing at the fertile southern valley. The corn harvest is in sight, the aroma floats in the fields. People flee across the farmland, trampling the hope of harvest, and collapsing with the corn. The pursuing defectors run swiftly, their vigor even surpassing the samurai of Divine Stone City at times. And at this moment, they are no longer the devout, obedient people of the rain but the coyotes, armed and converted to the Mexica War God.

Soon after, as the sunset settles towards the western sky, sporadic flames rise from the villages of the Divine Water Tribe. Amid the warm summer wind, faint shouts and piercing cries of women can be heard.

Woodpecker Lichi lowers his eyes, remaining silent. He knows that after tonight, the Divine Water Tribe of Teotihuacan, claiming a lineage of a thousand years and a population of over ten thousand souls, will cease to exist. And this is all due to his actions and the acts of the defecting Mistek warriors!