Chapter 533: King's Sacrifice

The sun at noon rose to the sky, casting a blazing flame. The sky was half clear and half cloudy, like a death burning in a raging fire. In the inner city of Cholula, traces of charred and bright red could be seen everywhere, with the bodies of the gods who had lost their lives and the noble feather crowns scattered in dust and mud.

Tens of thousands of Mexica warriors poured into the inner city, killing all night and clearing out all resistance. Xiuluot, wearing armor and helmet, walked along the wide and silent streets of the inner city under the protection of two hundred armored guards, towards the wonder of the standing Great Pyramid.

On the streets of heaven, the bones of the gods were trampled; in front of the temple, the dust and mud burned gold and silver. The king looked away, step by step, stepping on the bones and blood, through the gold, silver and ashes, and climbed the nearly 60-meter-high Cholula Great Pyramid. Behind him, twenty jaguar warriors lowered their heads, carrying a newly made wooden coffin, and carefully climbed to the top of the tower.

On the top of the wide pyramid, the fire was still burning. Most of the once magnificent sanctuary of the gods has been burned down. The majestic statues of the gods have also been shattered. The stone pillars of the pavilion tilted and collapsed, the hanging gold, silver and gems fell to the ground, and the decorative feather curtains burned to ashes. In the corner of the sanctuary, dozens of bodies of saints, with traces of abuse by the elders, were piled aside and thrown into the fire one by one by the warriors.

The pungent smell of burning was clear in the wind, like a elegy of the soul. And the glaring bloodstains penetrated the top of the tower, like a sketch of the dead. In the song and painting of death, there are the descendants of the gods of the holy city, the captive sacrifices, and more than a dozen priests and elders respected by generations.

"Your Highness! I, Black Wolf Toltec, have captured the chief priest of Cholula City, Petel! It was him who murdered the high priest!"

Black Wolf Toltec's eyes were red, like a killing dog, he swung his right fist hard and hit Petel's face hard.

"Ah! Woo!"

The honorable chief priest's clothes were torn, his feather crown was crooked, and he was knocked to the ground by a punch. He curled up in pain, whimpering in pain, like a fox caught by a hound. Blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and several teeth fell out. He begged for mercy vaguely and hoarsely.

"I am the honorable chief priest of the gods! I am a Toltec noble who has inherited the tradition. Don't humiliate me!"

"Bang!"

Hearing this, the black wolf Toltec was furious, and punched Petel's front teeth again.

"Bah! Just you dare to call me Toltec and sully my name!"

Petel's feather crown fell to the ground, revealing gray and messy hair. His mouth and nose were crooked, and his face was bloody. His usual noble demeanor was gone, and he looked as embarrassed as a plucked turkey. The chief priest looked at the strong black wolf Toltec with resentment in his eyes, and his swollen old face twitched.

"You? Not a civilized Toltec, but a barbaric Chichimec! Ah!"

Toltec's eyes widened and he punched again. He shouted angrily, his voice like thunder.

"Ha? You shameless old thief! You bunch of rotten old dogs! When I caught you, you were still ugly, smoking sacred cigarettes and singing on women! Bah, you are the barbaric Chichimec! No, you are not even as good as Chichimec, you don't have the courage of a warrior, you can only play poison and conspiracy behind the scenes!"

"Huh! Nahua gods!"

Hearing this, the war elder Vizier closed his eyes and sighed deeply.

Among all the priests and elders, only he wore leather armor, fought bravely on the top of the city, and was captured after exhaustion. Most of the other elders around him were in dishevel, even naked, fighting bravely on the bed, and surrendered. It's no wonder that the Mexica people disdain it. It's really rotten from the head to the root after hundreds of years of hereditary enjoyment.

Shulot stood on the top of the tower, carefully holding his grandfather's coffin and placing it in front of the most sacred altar.

The ancient altar stones were mottled, and they had been passed down from the Toltec era for more than 600 years. They were the foundation of Nahua beliefs. Today, this sacred altar will hold the most noble sacrifice, using the last Toltec descendant to commemorate an old man who died with a smile.

The sun was blazing, and the clouds were half covered. The sky was a changing wonder, and the earth was a decaying withering. The king took off his helmet, revealing a face as cold and hard as a glacier, and still blood-red eyes. He slowly opened the wide coffin and silently stared at his grandfather who would sleep. Then, holding the obsidian sacrificial dagger, he walked to the chief priest of Cholula, the old fox Petel.

"Shulot! I didn't kill your grandfather! Petel, it was suicide"

Petel hung his head and his hair was disheveled, and blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth. He looked at the oncoming king, and roared with all his might with a heart full of grief and indignation.

"This is a conspiracy, no, an open conspiracy! The Mexica's open conspiracy, let the high priest die here! You, you! So cruel!"

"Suicide? You said that my grandfather abandoned me and committed suicide here? Haha!"

Hearing this, Xiuluot stared at Petel coldly, and the corners of his mouth gradually rose. Then, he laughed loudly, his laughter was hearty and desolate, and even tears overflowed.

"Petel, at this time, do you still want to live?"

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The old fox Petel was silent. After a long while, he stood up with difficulty, stumbled, and walked towards the sacred altar, shouting unwillingly.

"No! Let me take a look, just a look, whether you are dead or not!"

Toltec pulled out the copper axe, turned the back of the bladeless axe, and was about to swing it. But Xiuluot stopped him with his hand, and just followed the chief priest silently.

The old chief priest held on to the last bit of luck and looked at the coffin in front of him. He saw the familiar face in the coffin with closed eyes and a smile. At this moment, thousands of emotions surged in his heart, and finally turned into a miserable smile at the corner of his mouth and a cry of grief and anger.

"Xu Teer, you are so cruel!"

"Peter, do you have anything else to say before the sacrifice?"

Xuluot stood beside Peter with a blank expression, waiting for the last words according to the custom of sacrifice.

"I"

Death was imminent, and the old fox Peter looked around, tears shed in his eyes. He raised his head unwillingly and resentfully, looked at the strange sky, and begged in a desperate whisper.

"I want to live, I want to live another ten years!"

Xuluot shook his head lightly. He waved his hand vigorously, and five guards strode forward. They grabbed the limbs and head of the chief priest and pressed him on the sacrificial stone of the altar. Then, the king opened the old fox's clothes, found the position of the heart, and raised the dagger ruthlessly and calmly.

"Wait, wait a minute!"

The old fox Petel's face was pale. He struggled weakly, but was firmly restrained by the warriors, and screamed in vain.

"Your Highness Xuluot! King Avit promised me! He promised to save my life! Ah! Ah."

Xuluot narrowed his eyes and dropped the dagger fiercely. At this moment, his determination was so firm, his hatred was so deep, even the King of the North could not stop him!

"Sizzle."

The bright red gushed out in an instant, and the warmth splashed out, even falling on the king's face and into his mouth. He lowered his eyes, feeling the sweet taste of revenge, and his heart was extremely satisfied! Then, he raised his left hand, grasped an old and beating fresh, and threw it into the fire fiercely.

"Haha! Hahaha!"

The smell of burnt accompanied by the smell of blood came to the nose, making people dazed. The king looked at his bright red left hand, looked at Petel's head that suddenly dropped, and laughed heartily.

"Haha! Come on, next one!"

The guards bowed their heads and dragged the dead priest leader to the coffin of the high priest, and put him in a kneeling position. The fresh red color spread immediately, staining the black coffin, like a blood sacrifice. Then, they walked towards the priest elders who were wailing in despair, and dragged another one, like dragging a turkey to be slaughtered.

"Ah!"

The dying scream was terrified and sharp, like a copper needle piercing the throat, making people's scalp numb. But soon, the sound suddenly extinguished, leaving only the surging water and the crackling of fresh burning.

"Haha! Good! Next one!"

The king's laughter was shrill and joyful. The solid corundum drank blood and became more and more deep red and brilliant; and the cold and hard glacier was watered with freshness and finally melted slowly. With red eyes, he waved his arms constantly, dropped the sacrificial dagger, ended the noble life, and enjoyed the beauty of revenge!

"Come again! Next one! Haha!"

One by one, the noble priests and elders were sent to the altar, and in the ancient sacred place, they welcomed their destined fate! Whether they begged, were calm, cursed, or roared, there was only one ending, that is, the death of the sacrifice!

Xiuluot no longer asked questions, but just laughed and held a sacred sacrifice. Every time he dropped the dagger, he would look at the faces of the elders, watching the changing expressions solidify and become silent, watching the verdict of death come true. He watched more and more corpses in front of the coffin, crawling beside his grandfather's body, lowering his head, and repenting with his life. The black coffin had been stained with blood, turning into the deepest dark red.

"Haha! Haha! Come on, there are still three left!"

Xiuluot laughed wantonly, as if drinking the sweetest spring water. Soon, the old Yoloa knelt in front of the coffin, followed by the priest elder Quio who was brought from prison. Finally, it was the war elder Wezier. He fought hard and was captured, and the Mexica warriors admired his courage and let him live to the end.

Seeing the familiar old man, Xiuluot paused for a moment. The red in his eyes had faded a lot, and his cold face changed slightly. He looked at Wezier who was waiting to die with his eyes closed, and asked in a deep voice.

"Wezier, do you have anything else to say?"

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Wezier opened his eyes and pursed his lips. He asked softly with the last expectation.

"Your Highness Xiuluot, the twelve priest families in the city, thousands of noble descendants. Can the blood continue?"

Xiuluot was silent for a while, and shook his head calmly and ruthlessly. He spoke lightly, but it was the final judgment.

"When the god of death comes, everything will fall into deathly silence. The old tree has completely decayed. It's time to burn it out."

"Ah!"

Wizil's face was ashen and he closed his eyes. Before the sacrificial dagger fell, he opened his mouth for the last time and prayed softly.

"The Nahua gods who are high in the clouds! Ah."

The prayers stopped suddenly, just like the vitality of the descendants of Cholula, dissipated in the early summer wind. The body of the last elder was dragged to the coffin and knelt down in front of the sleeping high priest. In front of this sanctuary of the gods, the twelve priests and elders finally returned to their positions, surrounding the dark red coffin, like the confession of the fallen gods!

"Hahaha! Hahaha! Grandfather, did you see it? I'll avenge you!"

Xuluot came to the coffin, stepped on the bright red road, and laughed loudly! His laughter was like wanton thunder, spreading up and down the Great Pyramid, and into the clouds of the sky, with awe-inspiring killing!

At this moment, behind him was the burning sanctuary, tens of thousands of prostrating warriors, and tens of thousands of stiff corpses. In front of him were the bones and blood of the elders, the remains and coffin of the high priest, the sky covered with dark clouds, the earth covered with bright red, and the wonders that spanned thousands of years!

He looked at the scene of the end of the world, his eyes gradually became clear, revealing an indissoluble sadness. And his hands were finally stained with red, just like his hard heart! In front of his deceased grandfather, he finally took the last step, cut off the ties between youth and childhood, and became a king who was getting colder but more powerful!

Under the cloudy sky, the high priest lay quietly in the coffin. He faced Shulotte with a gentle and relieved smile on his face. The bright red penetrated into the coffin, stained his robes, formed mysterious patterns, and seemed like the last exhortation.

". Shulotte, my child. My life has reached the end and you are destined to continue until you are crowned king!"