Chapter 502 The Prophecy of Death

In the ancient temple, there are symbols of death everywhere. Skulls swayed on the wall, tooth bells jingled in the wind, corpses fell in front of the hall, and blood spread on the black stone. And the shrill laughter resounded throughout the entire temple, like the wail of a dying female beast!

"Hahaha!."

The White Snake Princess warrior hugged the boy and leaned against the vicissitudes of the wall. She smiled heartily, closed her hands tightly, and covered the boy's eyes.

"The old priest of death that the Mexicans were looking for has been killed by me!"

"Damn it! How dare you!"

Bertard angrily took off his long bow, mounted an arrow, and aimed directly at Warrior Ji's vitals. At such a close distance, he was fully confident that he could shoot through the opponent with one arrow!

"Haha? How dare I?"

Warrior White Snake Princess seemed unaware. She laughed and stared at the black wolf sculpture of the God of Death in the main hall, with hatred on her face.

"The leader of the Mexica people is known as the God of Death. The old skull is also the priest of the God of Death. I don't know if there is any evil connection between the two! He cursed the Four Nations Alliance and threatened my Highness, so he deserves to be killed! Damn it! "

Shulot frowned and looked at the somewhat crazy Warrior Ji. He pursed his lips and asked in a deep voice.

"Where is the body of the Death Priest now?"

"Corpse? Of course he was killed and buried outside the temple. The old guy is so scary. Does he still have his old skull to threaten my Highness?"

"White Snake Slave, I'm not afraid."

Hearing this, the boy struggled a little, but was hugged tighter by Warrior Ji. He said quietly.

"I'm not afraid of skeletons as long as you're here."

"Your Highness!"

Warrior Ji's eyes turned red instantly. She hugged the boy tightly, refusing to let go, as if she was holding on to her last hope.

".call!"

Shulot watched it for a while and sighed softly. He calmly promised at last.

"Warrior Ji of the Water Snake Family! Tell the prophecy and I will spare your lives."

"prophecy?"

Upon hearing these two words, Warrior Ji's voice suddenly rose in pitch. She screamed sharply, like some kind of unwilling resistance.

"There is no prophecy! The old skull has no prophecy! He is crazy and can only talk nonsense!!"

"Whether it is a prophecy or not, someone will naturally judge it."

Shulot's expression gradually faded, and the softness in his heart became hard again. He made a promise and made a decision that could not be broken.

".Speak out! My patience will not last long."

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Warrior Ji stopped shouting. She stared at the man's exquisite and sturdy leather armor, obsidian gilt necklace, and black wolf patterned cloak. She guessed the identity of the other party, with strong suspicion and despair about fate in her eyes.

"If I tell you, will you really let us go?"

"Yes. The Lord God is witness!"

"Haha! Lord God? God of War? Bah! Evil Mexica people, you are degenerates who collude with the volcano monsters, you are black wolves who spread endless death and stick out your greedy blood tongue!"

"Buzz"

Hearing this, Na Xiu squinted her eyes with a bad expression. She slowly drew her long bow and aimed at Warrior Ji's vitals.

Shulot was silent. He said nothing, and his eyes became as deep as the bottomless sea. He didn't move, he just raised his head and looked at the statue of Death and the red tongue. After a while, he whispered quietly. Only Naxiu could hear it, and he only spoke to himself.

"Death is the price of life. Without death, there is no unity. Without unity, there is more death!"

"Haha, death!. Haha, death!"

Ji Ji looked at the statue of the God of Death and laughed, even crying. It wasn't until her laughing voice became hoarse and she was out of breath that she suddenly stopped and asked coldly.

"Chief Mexica, who are you?"

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Shulot was silent for a while. Then, he stared at Warrior Ji with an expressionless face and declared calmly.

"I am the Mexica's god of death, Xuelotel."

At this moment, the king's divinity surges out, while the humanity is buried deep in his heart. In the name of the God of Death, one does death. There is neither joy nor compassion.

"What?! You!"

Hearing this, Warrior Ji was so shocked that he lost his voice for a moment. Her face showed shock at first, then disbelief and disbelief, then turned into grief and anger, then into hatred like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. Finally, it turned into madness full of murderous intent!

"The God of Death, Shulotel! It's you! It's you! Leading the cruel Mexica Legion, using the power of the volcano demon, destroyed our city-state! Kill you!!"

Warrior Ji's shouts became more and more shrill, and his expression fell into madness. She jumped forward suddenly, picked up the longbow on the ground, pulled it open, and aimed at the Tlaxcalan enemy.

"Whizzing!"

Two sharp feather arrows shot through the air. One shot in the left arm and one in the right leg. Then, the bronze arrowhead paused slightly, then broke through the cotton armor and suddenly entered the flesh.

"Chi!. Chi!"

"ah!."

Warrior Ji let out a shrill scream, dropped the long bow in his hand, and fell to the ground helplessly. Bright red flowed out from her clothes and armor, and fell to the ground in drops.

"Boom!"

The large shield warriors at the door took two steps forward and aimed their weapons at the two people in the corner.

"White Snake Slave! You are injured."

The boy exclaimed and threw himself on Warrior Ji. He stretched out his hands to cover the wounds on the other party's body. But the blood kept flowing, and my little hands couldn't cover it.

"Well!."

Warrior Ji groaned in pain. She gazed at His Highness with infatuation, held his hand with difficulty, and held him in her arms. This time, she didn't cover the boy's eyes.

"Your Highness! Look at that person over there!"

"Ah? White snake slave?"

"Look at him."

"good!"

The boy nodded, his dark eyes widened, and he stared at Shulot closely.

"Your Highness, you must remember that he is our enemy, the enemy who destroyed the entire city-state and the Glory family! You must remember him, even if you die soon, you must remember him!"

Warrior Ji warned in a low voice with hatred and a will to die.

The boy hesitated. He looked at the handsome young man for a while and nodded.

"I remember the White Snake slave. I remember his appearance."

"Okay! Look at him a few more times, look at him, and curse him!"

Shulot lowered his eyes and watched everything quietly, like a sculpture of a god, watching the rise and fall of the human world.

The blood flowed quietly and soon stained the ground. An abnormal blush appeared on Warrior Ji's face. Her expression became calm, and she did not bandage the wound. She just gently touched the boy's neck and sang softly.

"I came to the temple of Death,

With the last hope,

Found the old priest,

Pray for His prophetic guidance.

"

"Huh? Prophecy?"

Hearing this, the warrior commander looked solemn and was about to step forward to ask questions.

"Listen to her singing."

Shulot spoke calmly, his expression unchanged. The warrior commander immediately stopped, holding the long bow in his hand, and listened carefully.

"The priest with his cloudy eyes,

Watching the Goddess of the Cloud Snake

He smokes crazy poisonous cigarettes,

Hoarse gibberish!

"

Warrior Ji's voice gradually became shrill and hoarse, like the low cry of the dead.

"Death is at hand,

The brightest morning star is about to fall.

The immortal gods will die one after another,

In the sacred habitat!

"

"Huh? The morning star fell. The gods died?"

Shulot was a little confused and silent in thought. The so-called prophecies always have many ambiguous images, and we don’t know exactly what they are talking about.

"The cloud snake died here,

His people will also perish.

The sun sets here,

His people will also fight.

"

At this point, Warrior Ji's voice was full of despair. She couldn't accept the old priest's prediction and such a miserable and desperate ending. She sang loudly, like a raven calling for death, singing the apology of the kingdom of Hades.

"Only Death,

Eternity in the world of death.

Rising like the sun from the west,

Light up this desolate land.

"

"The sun rises in the west?"

Bertard was startled, a look of joy on his face.

"then,

Death comes from the west.

Death comes from the east,

Death comes from the south,

Scattered everywhere with the wind.

"

"Death. Floating around?"

Naxiu opened her eyes wide in confusion, unable to imagine such a scene.

"Death closes his eyes,

Touch invisible death,

Give birth to life in death!

Then He too will die,

Where the moon and the mountains are,

He will

"

"Haha! Hahaha!"

Warrior Ji stopped singing and laughed hoarsely again, and the prophecy came to an abrupt end.

"Invisible death?"

When Shulot heard this, he was startled. After thinking about it, his eyes suddenly widened. He looked extremely serious, stared at the warrior Ji in front of him solemnly, and shouted angrily.

"What's next? What's the prophecy behind it?!"

"The back?"

Warrior Ji laughed wildly and shook his head.

"Back there, it's gone! I killed the old skull, so of course it's gone!"

"Damn! Damn it!"

Bertard was furious. He dropped his longbow, suddenly drew his sword, and rushed towards the two people in the corner!