Chapter 503: Divine Object, Death's Skull

The relief of the skull is carved in the ancient hall, and the mural of death surrounds the two people in the corner.

The Ji warrior fell to the ground, bleeding and laughing hoarsely. The boy huddled tightly in her arms, looking forward in fear. The warrior strode forward, holding the sharp bronze sword diagonally. Many large shield warriors spread out a path and followed closely.

"Bertard, save their lives!"

The king shouted, and the warrior leader slowed down his pace, turned the blade of the bronze sword, and turned to the heavy side.

"Hahaha! Mexica, leave eternal doubts!"

The Ji warrior laughed crazily, and pulled out the long dagger from his waist with his intact right hand. Then, she lowered her head and gently kissed the boy's forehead.

The boy looked up, staring at the person he trusted most in his life in this temple full of death. He looked at the tears in the Ji warrior's eyes and felt the soft kiss on his forehead.

"White Snake. Sister?"

Hearing the boy's name, Ji Wushi's face showed a smile she had never had before. She hugged the boy gently and gently placed the long dagger in her hand on his neck.

"Little water snake, go with peace of mind, with the glory of the water snake family and the hatred that will never be forgotten! And your Ji Wushi will go with you~"

After saying that, she gritted her teeth, clenched the long dagger in her hand, and slashed it down suddenly.

"Ah!. Uh."

In an instant, the boy's eyes widened and twitched in pain. He felt the departure of warmth and vitality, and begged for the last whisper.

"White Snake. I'm in so much pain. Uh!"

"Little water snake, don't be afraid, I'll be with you now!"

As she said that, Ji Wushi raised the long dagger and pointed it at her heart without hesitation.

Bertard had come in front of the two. He stopped, lowered the bronze sword, watched the scene of the warrior's death, and sighed softly.

". Archery-savvy Ji Warrior, do you have any poems about your death that you want to spread in the world?"

"Haha! Poems? Spread?"

With a heart full of hatred, Ji Warrior looked deeply at the king and said the final prophecy.

"He will die. Even the god of death who controls death will close his eyes and die. However, death is not his end. What awaits him is eternal loneliness!"

Hearing this, Xiu Luote trembled all over and his pupils suddenly contracted. He suddenly stretched out his hand and shouted sharply.

"Stop!"

"Puff! Ugh!"

Ji Warrior suddenly exerted force. The sharp obsidian dagger pierced her heart fiercely, causing her to curl up in pain. Then, blood gushed out of her chest, fell on the boy's body, and blended with the blood on the ground. Then, her body tilted softly and she fell on the boy, hugging each other until death.

Xiuluote stared at the bright red in front of him and slowly lowered his eyes. At this moment, thousands of memories flashed through his mind. The Tlaxcalans hung their heads of the gods, the warriors who died in battle, the militiamen who were slaughtered, the women and children who were captured, as well as the priests who were killed in front of them, the female warriors who committed suicide, and the fallen boy.

After a long while, the king sighed and asked a question that no one could understand.

"Is this how Qin destroyed Zhao?"

"Ah? Your Highness?"

Naxiu blinked, and a look of confusion appeared on her face.

"Order the warriors to search inside and outside the temple for the bodies and relics of the priests of the god of death!"

"Yes! Then, how to deal with these two bodies?"

".Choose a beautiful place near the temple and bury them together! Don't erect a monument."

"Yes! Your Highness!"

Bertard saluted respectfully and went to make arrangements immediately.

The hall was still simple and desolate, and people had long been accustomed to death. Xiuluot took a few steps and came to the black wolf statue of the god of death.

In front of the statue, there is a bluestone altar, which seems to be the style of the Toltec ancestors and is estimated to be at least hundreds of years old. On the altar, a black death skull is enshrined in a black pottery ritual vessel. The skull is almost completely weathered, with strange black and gray traces, and is engraved with the wolf-shaped emblem of the god of death.

"Ah! Could this be? The sacred object in the Temple of Death in Tlaxcala, the head of the blood-tongued black wolf in mythology, the skull of the god of death with divine power?!"

Bertard looked excited, staring at the long-ago skull in front of him, as if he saw the ancient divine power.

"Well!. No matter what it was before."

Xiuluot stroked the strange skull, feeling the smooth jade touch, and announced calmly.

"From today on, it is the skull of the god of death of the Tlaxcalans and the skull of the god of death of the Mexica!"

Then, the king thought for a while and gave the king's order.

"Bertard, when we return to the camp, we will hold a sacred sacrificial ceremony! Celebrate the divine objects that the Lord God and the God of Death have jointly bestowed upon me! Let the captives and surrendered troops of all the tribes of Tlaxcala send representatives to participate in the sacred ceremony!"

"Yes! Your Highness is wise!"

The warrior bowed deeply, saluted the supreme king, and bowed to the ethereal divinity.

"Naxiu."

Xuluot turned his head again and looked at the close intelligence officer.

"Collect my experience of climbing the sacred mountain, visiting the temple, and obtaining prophecies and divine objects. Then, spread it among the southern army and the occupied towns!"

"I obey your will, Your Highness!"

Naxiu bowed gracefully, and was well prepared. The so-called arrangement is naturally like an epic and a myth, giving awe-inspiring divinity and spreading it among the people. In fact, this is the most important purpose of the king's climb to the Yanfeng sacred mountain this time!

In this ignorant and barbaric era, in this world that worships gods, the illusory divinity is an extremely powerful force!

If you want to conquer the tribes of the world, you must win over the hearts of the people. And winning over the hearts of the people is not something that can be done simply by force. It requires legends passed down by word of mouth, incredible divine objects, and shocking miracles. The tribes of the world have not been around for long, the concept of the country has not yet taken shape, and the cognition of the nation is far from being condensed. At this time, half of the people's hearts in the world are in customs and traditions, and half are in gods and divine objects. And the blood feuds of the tribes can only be unified and resolved by the supreme divinity!

"Well. That's it!"

Xiuluo nodded, grasped the black jade-like "Death Skull", and turned away. When he returned to the camp, he would use the "divine object" in his hand to make a new staff.

Soon, there was only the gradually solidified blood, the bright red murals, and the red-tongued black wolf of the Death God in the hall. A gust of cold wind blew, and the creepy tooth bells sounded again, telling the stories that had happened in the wind of death~

The volcano was majestic, the glaciers were shining, and they had not changed for tens of thousands of years. Shulot stood on the cold mountain, found a cold red crystal rock, and sat cross-legged. This is the legacy of the volcanic eruption, and it also hides the power deep underground.

After a while, the warrior leader came hurriedly with regret on his face.

"Your Highness, the body of the death priest has been found."

Shulot nodded slightly, and followed the warrior leader's footsteps to the pine forest near the temple.

The soft soil had been dug up, revealing a skinny and shriveled corpse and an old skull with skin and bones. The owner of the corpse had only died two days ago, but his appearance was already unrecognizable. Perhaps, his appearance was just like this, that is, death.

"Huh!. The prophecy of the death priest, the death god Shulotel"

Shulot watched silently for a moment. An inexplicable word suddenly came to his mind, making him unforgettable for a long time.

".Even if the guidance has been broken, please become the king of the world!"

Covering his face and typing out the last paragraph, the author Jun finally realized where the inspiration for these chapters came from^_^