Chapter 277 New Year Festival, the Heart of the Elders

The priest's praises were like the first thunder in winter, descending on the earth with great force and falling directly into the ears of all the people lying on the ground. In an instant, there was silence all around. There was a sudden silence in the Temple Square in front of the Great Temple, with only heavy and short breathing and the crackle of the sacred fire.

The elder stood up from the stone chair in front of the temple with an expressionless face and walked towards the edge of the pyramid of the great temple.

He wore a set of black sacrificial robes, covering his thin figure; he wore an ancient slender crown on his head, covering his completely white hair. In his right hand, he also holds the chief minister's inherited scepter, which has been with him for more than fifty years.

He took slow but firm steps and appeared in front of all people step by step, just as his old and majestic face was reflected in everyone's hearts bit by bit. One step behind him followed a shorter high priest with the same feather crown and sacrificial robes. Two steps further back, the sculptural guard captain was holding a clay pot, taking the same exact steps, following closely like a shadow.

The elder stopped in front of the holy fire at the edge of the temple, and the firelight illuminated his deep eyes. His tall body finally appeared in everyone's sight, at the highest point of the pyramid, accepting the gaze of all people! Then, the elder slowly raised his right arm and raised the chief's scepter above his head, just like he did fifty years ago!

"Wei Wei! Elder! Immortal Sun! Sun!."

The second thunder exploded at this moment! Under the leadership of the priest, everyone from the central temple to the edge of the temple area cheered enthusiastically. At this moment, even Shusok, who had always been calm and resolute, and Stanley, who was flamboyant and arrogant, their eyes were red with excitement, and they clenched their fists in excitement and shouted!

As the chief minister of the alliance, the elder Traka Eller is already eighty-eight years old this year! He has been king for five generations, and has actually controlled the alliance behind the scenes for half a century. He is the truly immortal sun of the Mexica people! Three generations of Mexica people have grown up listening to his legend, filled with infinite respect for him, and followed his reform will in awe.

Facing this living legend, envoys from various countries all saluted at the same time, feeling both deep fear and heartfelt lamentation in their hearts. The Mexica elder is actually still alive!

In this era when the average age of the people is only more than 20 years old, such a long-lived elder is like an immortal nightmare that has always shrouded the hearts of all tribes in the world. It can be said that as long as the elders who suppress the alliance survive for one day, all the nobles with strange dreams can only endure in hiding. The entire Mexican Alliance is a closely connected whole! Even if the religious and political centralization reforms set off turbulent waves, and come one after another, the rock of alliance unity remains intact and solid, with no gaps to exploit!

The hysterical cheering lasted for dozens of breaths. It was not until the elder slowly took back his scepter that the sound gradually died down. Then, the high priest took a deep breath and took a step forward. He replaced the elder, looked up at the sky, and roared at the top of his lungs.

"The sun rises high, and the main god Huitzilopochtli ascends to the highest level! The supreme god protects the alliance, and the divine war of the Western Expedition achieves a perfect victory! The main god swallows the three gods of Tarasco and controls the sun, moon and earth! He omnipotent!"

"Praise the Lord God! God bless the alliance!"

The high priest raised his staff and shouted loudly.

"Praise the Lord God! God bless the alliance!"

Hundreds of priests prayed at the same time, their voices high and passionate, reaching into the sky.

"Praise the Lord God! God bless the alliance!"

Tens of thousands of people in the capital shouted wildly, like the third thunder, exploding birds all over the sky.

Under the great temple, Shusok looked excited and roared loudly. This is the declaration after victory, which is particularly satisfying.

"The main god maintains the movement of the world and needs holy blood to make the sun perfect! The evil three gods are dead, and the descendants of the three gods must offer holy blood to make the main god satisfied and smile! God said that his kindness is like the sun, shining to Every pure heart spreads to every clean soul! The world has the same origin, from the Jiao people. Like the Mexicans, they are both descendants of the Jiao people and brothers from the previous era. The sun will also shine on them, and the Lord God will lead them to the right path! Therefore, the common people can convert, and the gods must sacrifice!"

The vast square was solemn and quiet, with only the priests repeating God's will. Soon, low voices of discussion sounded among the nobles and warriors of the alliance. They weren't suspicious, just a little confused.

"The Prepechas are our brothers?"

Hearing this, Stanley the giant bear curled his lips, and then asked in confusion.

"What is a glue man?"

"The Jiao people are the Olmecs, the common ancestors of all tribes in the world."

Shusok looked calm and answered calmly. He knew that this was a statement that had just spread from Qincongcan City not long ago, and it was also quite popular among the Prepecha people. The feudal state in the lake sent envoys to the elders and high priests to report on the newly compiled doctrine. Now it seems that this doctrine has been adapted and accepted by the high priests as a tool to conquer the world.

"Huh? Aren't our ancestors Aztlan? The legendary origin of the sacred mountain is in the far northwest of the world!"

Stanley scratched his head, looked at the northwest sky, and then looked at Shusok.

"Well, the Aztlan people are also descendants of the Jiao people. Trust me, the world comes from the same origin and comes from the Jiao people!"

Shusok responded calmly. Stanley curled his lips and didn't ask any more questions. He was a little unsure. However, since the high priest said this on behalf of the elders, that’s probably it!

"Even if we have the same ancestors, we Mexicans are definitely the best at fighting!"

In the corner of the square, the envoys from all over the world looked at each other. They had a vague premonition in their hearts. This statement might change the world's pattern, but they couldn't think deeply for a while. Because, after the announcement, it was a sacrifice!

"The sun wakes up and opens its red eyes! The Lord God comes to witness the bloody future! We sacrifice the holy blood to the Lord God and bless the world with a pious heart! Thank the Lord God, sacrifice the holy blood!"

"Thank the Lord God, sacrifice the holy blood!"

Amid the shouts of the priests, the discussion stopped instantly. The people in the square were silent for a while. After a moment, the fourth violent thunder suddenly broke out, making all the foreign envoys tremble with fear.

"Sacrifice, sacrifice, sacrifice!"

On the towering pyramid, the people rose and fell like ants. The shouting waves rose from under their feet and then dispersed into the distant sky with the long wind. The high priest tilted his head slightly, looked at the elder's god-like expression, and waved the staff in his hand knowingly and gave a loud order.

"The sacrifice begins!"

Hundreds of temple guards followed orders. Fully armed religious warriors escorted the numb Tarasco nobles to their destined destination. The grand ceremony would last for three days, with 800 nobles offering sacrifices every day. This is a divine number, symbolizing the reincarnation of the era.

Xiusok looked intently, and two long blue lines meandered for miles like long snakes, slowly flowing to the top of the twin pyramids, the two sacrificial stones in front of the temple. There, the twelve priests and elders had already divided into two groups, holding obsidian daggers, ready. Soon, a familiar old shout resounded throughout the Great Temple.

"The descendant of the Jiao people, the noble Kukuna II of Akambarobang, is going to the kingdom of the sun god! His soul will meet his father who is going to the kingdom of God according to his own wishes, and gain eternal peace!"

"Bang. Bang."

A fresh body rolled down from the top of the Great Temple, and then was blocked by the stone statue of the moon goddess, and stopped in front of Xiusok. The resolute warrior looked at the other's young face and the terrified expression before death, and shook his head lightly.

Stanley next to him stood up straight and laughed.

"Haha, there is actually someone called Kukuna? Isn't Kokoro in our Mexica language a stupid turkey?"

"Kukuna in Purépecha language is also a turkey. I have an impression of this family. I have encountered it in the wooden fort on the north bank and the river mouth fortress."

"Tsk tsk, there is such a name! Kukuna II, haha, then isn't his father also a Kukuna turkey? A Purépecha man as weak as a turkey!"

"Actually not. His father died in battle and was a good warrior! But this guy seems to have been captured by the militia"

The two are used to seeing blood, looking at the bright red on the ground and chatting casually. Suddenly, another thunderous cheer rang out, resounding under the gradually dyed red temple.

"Weiwei! Elder! Sun!!!"

The elder had a blank expression on his face and slowly raised the staff in his right hand. Then, he stretched out his left hand and took a beating life from the respectful high priest. The boiling cheers reached their peak instantly! Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the elder raised his left hand and suddenly threw the life into the blazing holy fire!

Green smoke rose, blood turned into charred, and a soul was dedicated to the Lord God. The elder calmly watched the holy fire for a moment, then slowly turned around and walked towards the temple behind him. There was a special priest passage leading to the chief palace next to it.

"Praise the Lord God! The great Sivacohuatl, the immortal sun of the Mexica people, the incarnation of the noble Lord God, the supreme elder, return to the throne!"

In the high priest's shout, tens of thousands of Mexica people bowed their heads again and saluted the departing human gods.

The elder had a calm expression and a steady pace. There was no sign of fatigue and decline from him. He was like the sun and moon of heaven and earth, as if he would exist forever. Behind him, the captain of the guards still held the pottery jar, not moving an inch.

The light gradually dimmed, and the shadows slowly enveloped. The elder walked into the towering temple step by step, leaving the increasingly fiery festival. The hustle and bustle of life disappeared in an instant, leaving only the silence of death. The elder walked into the passage that was slanting downwards, and there was no one around. He finally stopped, and then his body suddenly softened, and he fell diagonally towards the cold stone wall!

"Your Excellency!"

The captain of the guards shouted in a low voice, strode forward, and supported the elder's arm in time. "Bang", the slender feather crown fell from the old man's head, and the white hair was scattered. The swaying figure brought a breeze, and under the wide black robe, the old body was already skinny. And under the rich smell of spices, it was the smell of an old man that could not be concealed!

"Your Excellency. Give you the potion!"

The captain of the guards carefully supported the elder and let him lean on his shoulder. Then, he opened the pottery jar and took out a can of light yellow potion.

"No, Chevali."

In Nahua language, Chevali means shadow. The vague shadow always loyally attached to the mountain, never leaving.

The elder closed his eyes and rested for a long time before he calmly opened his eyes and let out a rare sigh.

"The potion that boosts energy overdrafts the future life. And the remaining life I have is not much. The alliance cannot do without me. I want to live as long as possible."

After a long while, the elder came back to his senses. He slowly stood up and stretched out his hand to take the feather crown and put it on. A strong sweet smell came to his nose, and the elder moved his eyes and stared at his left hand full of bright red.

"Chevri."

"Respected elder."

"Tell me honestly. Who do you think can suppress the hearts of the people in the alliance after I die?"

"Ah, this venerable, you are the immortal sun."

"Speak."

The calm words came softly, but with irresistible power. Chevalli was silent for a moment before answering briefly.

"The high priest and the king. The cooperation of the two is enough."

"The high priest."

The elder stared at his bright red left hand, his eyes as deep and dark as the bottom of the sea. After a while, he spoke slowly without any emotion.

"What if the high priest leaves with me?"

Hearing this, Chevalli's expression changed slightly. He thought carefully for a moment, shook his head gently, and remained silent.

"Well. The branch of the Holy City"

The elder closed his eyes and slowly retracted his left hand. In his vicissitudes of life, a young and handsome face suddenly flashed.

"The vitality of youth is really enviable."

After a long silence, the elder sighed faintly. He has come all the way from the last century, and his heart has long been as strong as mountains and seas. In this world, the only thing that can make him sigh is the ruthless time.

"Let's go."

The old man took a step and slowly went underground. Chevali hugged the pottery jar tightly, like a silent sculpture, following him like a shadow. Behind them, the New Year's Festival was reaching its climax!

Names one after another, fresh lives one after another, and souls one after another! The people of the capital fell into complete frenzy. The boiling cheers came through the stone wall, crossing the past and the present, and heading towards a brand new future!