Chapter 534 King's Sacrifice Dance

The red sun sets in the west, stained the dark clouds at the top of the sky, and descends into the red kingdom. The warriors gather and kneel on the blood-stained soil, waiting for the final sacrifice. The priests accompanying the army blow the pottery, and the desolate and distant music echoes between heaven and earth. And Xiuluot solemnly put on the sacrificial clothes, chanted loudly and clearly, leading the soul of his grandfather to the kingdom of God.

A moment later, the blazing holy fire was lit on the top of the tall pyramid. The flames gradually became more intense, licking the coffin of the high priest, and a faint blue smoke rose. Dozens of priests chanted in unison, praying for the guidance of the Lord God, and also entrusting the blessings of the living.

The Mexica Alliance retains the ancient tribal traditions, similar to the tribes in the wilderness, and advocates sacred cremation. The smoke from burning the body means that the soul goes to the kingdom of God. Of course, in this era, due to the low burning temperature, all cremations will have remains to allow relatives to express their grief.

After Xu Luote finished praying, he stood solemnly in front of the high priest's coffin. He watched his beloved family slowly disappear in the flames. The raging fire devoured his grandfather's silver hair, devoured the high priest's robe, and then made everything blurry. Grandfather's smile quietly disappeared, and from then on he only lived in his memory.

The king's calm face showed a deep reluctance and sadness.

Parting with life and death, life is helpless, and it always makes people heartbroken. His heart was suddenly grasped, and he felt unprecedented palpitations and pain. Two lines of clear tears slowly flowed from his eyes, soaking his clothes. Strong emotions surged in his heart, but it was not the laughter and shouting before, but deep grief and lovesickness. At this moment, he finally accepted the departure of his grandfather, but he had a lot of words to say.

"Knock knock. knock."

The desolate sound of falling echoed, like the long wind in the wasteland, and like an ancient call. Shulot raised the obsidian dagger, and in front of the burning coffin, in the pool of blood of the corpse, he danced the funeral sacrificial dance and sang a mournful farewell song.

"I see the world, like the rustling falling leaves, drifting and impermanent, and cannot be retained!

I see the love, like the rising morning dew, the reflection of the moon in the water, cannot be touched! "

The deep longing, with long-lost memories, attacked the king's heart, making his eyes wet. He looked at the rising green smoke in front of him, as if watching the soul of the deceased, silently going to the nine heavens. He danced the sacrificial dance, shouted with abandon, and cried blood and heartache.

". Time is like water, once it goes, it will never come back.

The dead are like the wind, and they will disappear like smoke in a blink of an eye.

Once we part, we will never see each other again!"

At this point, the king lowered his head slightly and cried. The generals heard the mourning and cried. Black Wolf fell to the ground and cried loudly. Naxiu covered her mouth and sobbed softly. Bertard closed his eyes, tears streaking across his eyes. Yuyan sighed, bowed his head and saluted with tears.

".Carrying a heavy load on the mountain road, hesitating and falling into the valley."

Xuluot's voice gradually became low. The path of a king is destined to be both dangerous and lonely, and can only be climbed alone. He had long understood, but he always hoped that such a day would come later.

".Sitting at the bottom of the valley, looking at the sky, the stars are shining, and the wind is blowing."

The scattered raindrops fell from the sky and hit the king's face, mixed with tears, like a blessing from the kingdom of God. The fire burned mercilessly, raising black smoke columns, connecting with the dim sky, like a ladder into the underworld. In the water and fire, smoke and clouds, the king looked up at the sky and danced the last sacrificial dance to bid farewell to the departing soul.

".The plum rain tears are like dew, and the maple leaves smile and know they are withered.

The cherry blossoms are late to return, and I can't see the other side calling.

Calling the other side, the sky is dark. People are awake, and insects are flying.

Mayflies fly morning and evening, and cicadas sing sadly. Lights in the reeds, the moon is high in the clouds"

The burning fire gradually became smaller and was almost burned out, leaving only a few bones. Xiuluot walked forward and silently watched the last traces of his grandfather. There was infinite desolation and sadness of farewell in his heart, intertwined together, turning into the last low hum.

".The clouds are high and vast, and the moon falls and is buried in the fire. The broken dreams of childhood warm my heart, and I can only see them again in dreams"

"Grandfather, I will be fine. You should also be fine in the kingdom of God. If you have time, come to meet me in your grandson's dream"

After that, Xiuluot knelt down and kowtowed to the remains nine times respectfully. Then, he carefully collected the remains of his grandfather and put them in an immortal silver box.

The setting sun gradually fell, and the last glimmer of light shone through the dark clouds in the sky. The king held the silver box, stared at the low sky, and then looked at the Temple of the Gods, which was mostly burned, and gave a low and calm order.

"King's order: Guard Corps, search the whole city. Count the civilians in the city, and escort them back to Shuigu City in teams of 100! All the captured descendants of gods, nobles and priests must be sacrificed on the spot! Order the surrendered soldiers to bury the bodies to avoid epidemics. Send senior warriors to search the priests' mansions and take away the inheritance and divine objects"

"The rest of the generals, count the legions, gather the warriors, and go out tomorrow. All villages and towns within 50 miles outside the city will be burned! All young and strong men and women will be relocated! If there is resistance, they will be killed!!"

"Yes! Your Highness, your will is the life of the mortals!"

The generals fell to the ground, saluted together, and obeyed the order respectfully, not daring to disobey in the slightest.

Xuluot nodded slightly, and finally looked at the burning Temple of the Gods. Then, holding the silver box, he walked down the towering Great Pyramid, stepping on the blood-red sunset, and never looked back.

One day later, the Mexican Legion launched a large-scale attack on the entire city of Socholula, and then dispersed their troops in various directions, sweeping across the entire state of Cholula. Soon, streaks of black smoke rose under the dim sky and connected into one piece on the horizon. Dozens of villages and towns burned, and tens of thousands of Tlaxcalans howled and were driven by Mexica warriors to the city of Water Valley, fifty miles to the southwest.

Black smoke rose all over the sky, and boundless blood fell. Black Wolf's royal flag moved again, escorted by thousands of guardsmen, back to the important town in the south. Behind the army heading south is the burning capital of the gods, the holy city of Cholula.

"In early June, the high priest died in the holy city of Cholula and was murdered by the priests of the holy city. The king was so angry that he attacked the city of Cholula and set it on fire. He slaughtered all the aristocratic warriors and militiamen, a total of two Ten thousand people. The bloodline of the Twelve Priests' families was cut off. Afterwards, the Southern Route Army raided the surrounding area for fifty miles, captured Dingkou Banyue, and killed thousands of nobles, warriors and militiamen from all over the country. Men and women, a total of 120,000 people.

Within half a month, 30,000 of the 200,000 people in Cholu were killed, 120,000 were taken captive, and only 40,000 to 50,000 old and weak people escaped. The rich and prosperous Cholu State was completely wiped out and turned into a deserted land filled with dead people.”

The news of the destruction of the holy city of Cholula was like a meteor falling from the sky, suddenly bombarding under the Yanfeng Mountain, causing dust to fill the sky. Countless messengers from various countries ran quickly, carrying terrifying information that spread like waves. When all the Nava tribes in the world heard about this, they were all frightened and horrified! The name of the God of Death spread throughout the world, even eastward to the rainforest, and was known to all Mayan tribes.

The poems in this chapter were written by myself. Well, the memorial poem I wrote before.(ˇˇ)