Chapter 980 Black Wolf's Artifact, Frostmourne

"Praise the Lord God! We captured the Hidden Snake City and the holy temple of false gods!...His Royal Highness issued a royal decree to sacrifice all the descendants of the Hidden Snake God...no matter how old or young, no one will be left behind!..."

On the bloody rainy night, the elegy of death floated, echoing in the fallen Hidden Snake City. The first half of the night is a screaming ensemble and burning flames, while the second half of the night is the dying silence and flowing dark red. But as the sky gradually brightened and the sun rose from the East China Sea, the old songs disappeared.

In the ancient city-states, there are only pious praises to the Lord God, and cheers of victory! The praises and cheers of the warriors resounded in the oriental holy city of Totonak, and all "sacred" bloodlines were to be completely wiped out!

"Witness of the Lord God! This head is burnt like this, nothing can be seen!..."

The flames of the temple pyramids have long been completely extinguished. Black Wolf Toltek stood under the pyramid, holding a charred head in both hands. He stared wide-eyed, checked it over and over for a while, and then handed the head to General Pap.

"Papu, come and see, you are familiar with it. Is this head belonged to the chief priest of the seaside?"

"Uh! Boss Black Wolf, I...please let me identify it."

The surrendered general Papp held his head, his heart fluctuated violently. He stood still, stared blankly for a while, and his eyes gradually became moist.

To be honest, Atkoyotelsin, the chief priest of the seashore, personally promoted him from a fugitive feathered snake priest to the head of the navy of Hidden Snake City... Even though there are considerations for balancing the power of the city-state and driving the fleeing tribes, it is indeed a great reward for him!

This respected spiritual leader has commanded the tribes of Totonak in the East for more than 20 years! His belief and will are unyielding, as hard as a rock, and he has fought to the death with the tide of the Mexica invasion for three years! And until the end, the most honorable chief priest did not abandon the Holy City and flee...

"Blue sea teeth...sharp snake teeth...three-color gemstone...the shape of a feathered serpent...it's...it's him!"

The general Papp lowered his head and forcefully opened the mouth of his head. Afterwards, he stared at the pointed snake teeth, at the inlaid gemstones, and the revered lines and shapes that were specially repaired, as if he saw the waves of the sea. After carefully identifying it for a moment, he was suddenly overwhelmed, and tears could not stop falling from his eyes.

"Yes...it's you!...Honored by the High Priest of the Seashore, the 'Honorable One of the Sea and the Earth', Atkoyotelsin...it's you! Woohoo!..."

"Huh? Why are you still crying? Papu, why are you crying? Could it be that you miss those hypocritical old gods!..."

The black wolf Toltek frowned and snapped. He looked at the surrendered general Papp who showed his true feelings and burst into tears, and felt baffled. This old fox sold the navy, surrendered to His Majesty, sacrificed Hidden Snake City, and converted to the main god... After so many things have been done, all those who should be betrayed have also betrayed. Why is it that when he meets the chief priest of a false god and sees a severed head, he cries uncontrollably?

"Wuuuu! Head Black Wolf... I, I don't know... This... This head is dead, but it is the honorable man of the seaside, the most revered chief priest! He was once the incarnation of the gods in the world, worshiped by countless tribes, and he is the saint that everyone looks up to!"

The general Papp had tears in his eyes, his heart was filled with unstoppable sadness, and he justified and answered indiscriminately. Hidden Snake City was destroyed, and everything was over. And he has believed in the gods for half his life, and he has revered the sun and feathered snake for half his life. From now on, he will really die on the seashore, and he will inevitably perish!

At this moment, even though he had a flexible bottom line of belief, he still couldn't restrain his sorrow, the shock and desolation brought about by witnessing the destruction of the faith and the demise of the sacred!

At this moment, only the priests and warriors of the seaside can deeply feel what the destruction of the Hidden Snake Holy Land, the demise of the descendants of the gods and the priests means to the beliefs of the various ministries!

"Ah! I...I know! This is mana, the mana of this head!...He...He saw the death of the gods, lost everything on the seashore, and even extinguished the last holy temple...He died so unwillingly, leaving only the most desperate curse entangled!...So, this head, the mana was born from the divinity, just like the legendary disaster in the north, cold, desperate and sad!..."

"Huh? Sad mana, like the cold snow in the north?... Just this head?"

Hei Lang scratched his head in doubt, looking at the head of Chief Priest Atkoyotelsin, but couldn't feel anything. He looked at Cha Bo, the red-haired personal guard next to him, and asked in a deep voice.

"Chabo, do you feel it?"

"Huh? Boss, what do you feel?"

"sad."

"Huh?! What are you talking about?"

"Sorrow...is sad!"

"Uh... sad? Why are you sad after winning?"

The red-haired personal guard Cha Bo blinked, looked at the serious Hei Lang, and suddenly realized.

"Ah! Boss, I feel it, I'm so sorry!"

"Huh? Did you feel it? This head really has magic power?!"

"Yes! Boss... The army entered the city, and the warriors are robbing things and women everywhere... But I can only stand by your side and can't grab anything... Woohoo! I am so sad, I am so sad!..."

". Get out!...You can get out, the farther the better!..."

"Ah! I can go and rob? Praise the boss!"

Hearing this, the red-haired personal guard Cha Bo was overjoyed. He quickly rolled over, and then rushed towards the noble district like the wind with a copper ax in his hand.

There, ruthless killings and looting are going on, and all the descendants of gods and nobles, all past rulers, are destined to go to the altar... There is no place for them in the new order of the seashore. They will lose all their power, status and wealth, as well as their life and blood!

"Papp..."

"Uh... Black Wolf Chief..."

The black wolf turned his head, squinted his eyes, and stared at Papp beside him, showing a wolf-like cold look.

"Hehe! What head's magic power... How dare you lie to me?!"

"Ah! The Lord God is witness! I... I don't have it!..."

"But I can't feel it, and neither can Chabo!..."

General Papp held his head, feeling the killing intent in Hei Lang's eyes, panicked for a moment, and even stammered his voice.

"Respect...respected leader of the black wolf, you...you and your personal guards are all wolves who have experienced countless slaughters, and they are blessed by...the magic power of the god of death! So...so...you can't feel the magic power of this head!..."

"But...but, the Lord God witnesses!...You just need to recruit any Totonak warrior and show him the head of the chief priest Atkoyotelsin...he will definitely feel the magic power of the head and feel the sorrow!...I, I swear!..."

"You swear? Swear on your life?"

"Uh...I...swear..."

Hei Lang's eyes were cold, and he stared at the general Papp for a long time. He was sweating profusely while looking at him, and then he turned his head and said to the guard.

"Go, call Timberwolves!"

"Yes! Boss!"

"Praise the Lord God! He is supreme and great, devouring all the old gods of the seashore, ruling the earth, sea and sky!...The Lord God controls everything! Only by converting to the Lord God can the sins of the past be forgiven, and the soul after death can go to the Kingdom of God!..."

All the troops entered the city, and the cleanup of Hidden Snake City continued. The war priests accompanying the army couldn't wait, and they had already lit the blazing holy fire facing the rising sun. Soon, the grand conversion ceremony will be held in the square in front of the pyramid. The solemn and bloody sacrifice, blood oath and conversion will reshape all the broken and desperate hearts from now on.

Amid the high-pitched chanting of the main god priests, Timberwolf Ma Yakun came in a hurry. The leather armor on his body was stained with blood, and his brows were full of murderous intent. It wasn't until he saw the black wolf Toltek that the ferocity of that wolf subsided instantly, and he lowered his head respectfully.

"Bless the Lord God, we captured Hidden Snake City! Chief Black Wolf, are you looking for me?"

"Well... Timberwolves, come here!..."

Black Wolf Toltek smiled slightly and nodded. Then, he took the black head from the surrendered general Papp, gave Papp a cold look, then turned his head, and handed the head to Timberwolf Ma Yakun.

"Take it!"

"Eh? Lord God bless! This... what is this? A burnt... head?..."

Ma Yakun, the Timberwolf, held his head with a bewildered expression on his face and puzzled eyes.

"Boss? This..."

"Well. The Lord God is witness! Papp has identified it..."

Hei Lang's eyes were sharp, and he spoke calmly while staring at Lin Lang's expression.

"This is the head of the High Priest of the Sea, Atkoyotelsin..."

"Ah! What! This! This!... This head is! Is..."

Hearing this, Ma Yakun, the forest wolf, seemed to have been cast by some kind of spell, and stood still for a moment, yelled a few words indiscriminately, and then quickly quieted down. He stared blankly at the head in his hand, at the vague, unrecognizable appearance... but it seemed that he saw the incarnation of the god he had revered since childhood, the most sacred old man on the seashore!

The imprint of this belief is deeply imprinted in the hearts of seaside warriors, and has always bound their souls, even if it is only a part... For the southern warriors on the seashore and jungle, they have never been like those warriors in the wasteland. Their souls are unruly and free, wandering back and forth on the edge of different beliefs. On the contrary, gods and divinity are the most important components of their cognition, and have even become part of their lives!

At this moment, facing the dead seaside chief priest, their old beliefs finally dissipated completely, just like their souls completely got rid of the old gods, and from then on, they truly and completely entered the embrace of the main god...

"The High Priest of the Seashore...is he dead?...the gods...the gods are dead too?..."

Timberwolf Ma Yakun stood in a daze for a moment, then looked up in despair. Holding Atcoyotel's scorched head, he looked at the Temple of the Hidden Snake full of burnt black marks, and suddenly tears came to his eyes, and he cried out.

"Dead! Dead!... All the gods are dead!... And the main god, has ascended to the top!..."

"Well!…"

Hei Lang's eyes widened, looking at Ma Yakun, the forest wolf who suddenly howled, and at this fierce slave wolf he had trained by himself, his surprise was indescribable.

"Witness of the Lord God! This... this head... actually has magic power?!"

"Ah! I've decided that the head of the chief priest of the seaside will become my most precious collection! Let me think, let me think..."

"Blessed by the Lord God! I thought of it! I want to make this head into a magic weapon and inlay it on my legion commander's long sword!..."

"And the magic weapon made of this head will have the same sad power as the divine disaster in the north! Then its name is... just..."

Black Wolf Toltek took his head back and pondered for a moment. He suddenly remembered a story that His Highness told the guards many years ago in his spare time.

In that story, there is a truly powerful, immortal tribal warrior who holds the power of death! He never tires of killing and fighting, to destroy all enemies who dare to resist, to destroy all the old gods. The artifact in this warrior's hand happened to be the long sword that the commander of the legion had. And the name of that long sword is...

"'Frostmourne'! Yes, it is cold, desperate and sad like the divine disaster in the north!"

At this moment, Hei Lang announced loudly, with the desire to kill flashing in his eyes, and also ice-cold passion. Then, he pulled out the Eight-Faced Qin Sword from his waist, and pressed Atkoyotel's head firmly on the hilt of the sword!

"Haha! The long sword of death, the grief of divine disaster! I want to hold this sad artifact, and bring the cold and despair of death to all the enemies who block the kingdom!..."