Aztec Eternals - Chapter 534

The red sun hangs in the west, and the dark clouds that drench the zenith come to the red kingdom. The warriors gathered and knelt on the blood-stained dirt, awaiting the final sacrifice. The desolate and distant music echoed in the heaven and earth as the military priests blew the Tao Yun. And Xiuluot solemnly changed into the sacrificial clothes and recited aloud, leading the soul of his grandfather to the kingdom of God.

After a while, the raging flame was lit on the top of the high pyramid. The flames gradually blazed, licking the coffin of the high priest, and a faint blue smoke rose. Dozens of priests sang in unison, praying for the Lord God’s reception, and also entrusting the blessings of the living.

The Confederation of Mexica preserves ancient tribal traditions, similar to the tribes of the Wasteland, that honor sacred cremation. The smoke and dust of the burning body means that the soul goes to the kingdom of God. Of course, in this day and age, due to the low temperature of burning, all cremations will have skeletons for the loved ones to mourn.

After Shirott finished his prayers, he stood in front of the coffin of the high priest. He watched his loved ones slowly disappear in the flames. The fire devoured the grandfather’s silver hair, devoured the robes of the high priest, and then blurred everything. Grandfather’s smile faded away, and from then on only live in his memories…

On the king’s calm face, there was a deep reluctance and sadness.

Separation of life and death, helplessness in life, always makes people heartbroken. His heart was suddenly grasped, and he felt the palpitations and pains he had never felt before. Two lines of clear tears slowly flowed from his eyes, wetting the clothes on his body. Strong emotions surged in his heart, but it was not the laughter and shouting like before, but deep sorrow and lovesickness. At this moment, he finally accepted his grandfather’s departure, but there were still many words that he wanted to confide in.

“Tuk…tuk…tuk…”

The desolate falling sound echoed, like a long wind on the wasteland, and like an ancient call. Seirot raised the dagger of Hei Yaoshi, just in front of the burning coffin, in the pool of blood of the corpse, danced the sacrifice dance of the funeral, and sang a sad farewell song.

“I see the world, like falling leaves, drifting and impermanent, irresistible!  …

I see my beloved, like the morning dew rising, the moon reflected in the water, can’t touch it! …”

Bone-piercing lovesickness, with long-standing memories, hit the king’s heart, making his eyes moist. He looked at the blue smoke rising in front of him, as if watching the soul of the deceased, silently going to the nine heavens. He danced the sacrificial dance, shouted indulgently, and cried out with blood and heart.

“…Time is like water, once it’s gone, it won’t come back,

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

Parting once and never seeing each other again! …”

At this point, the king bowed his head slightly, weeping. When the crowd heard the mourning, they all wept. The black wolf fell to the ground, crying loudly. Naxiu covered her mouth and sobbed. Bertard closed his eyes, tears streaming down the corners of his eyes. Yu Yan sighed, bowed her head and greeted with tears…

“…Walking on the mountain road with a heavy load, hesitatingly fell into the bottom of the valley…”

Shiroutte’s voice gradually fell. The way of the king is destined to be difficult and lonely, and can only be climbed alone. He has long been enlightened, but he has always hoped that such a day would come later…

“…sitting on the bottom of the valley, looking at the sky, the stars are bright, the wind is fufu…”

Bits of rain fell from the sky and hit the king’s face, mixed with tears, like a blessing from the kingdom of God. And the fire burns relentlessly, raising a black smoke column, connecting with the dim sky, like stepping into a stairway to hell. In the water and fire, smoke and clouds, the king looked up to the sky, danced the last sacrificial dance, and bid farewell to the far-away soul.

“…The plum rains are like dew, and the maple leaves are smiling.

The cherry blossoms return late, and the other side is not seen.

Call the other side, it’s dark. People are insomnia, insects fly.

The mayflies are in the morning and evening, and the cicadas are mourning. Ash room lights, the moon and clouds are high…”

The burning fire gradually dwindled, and it was about to burn out, leaving only a few remnants of bones. Sherlot stepped forward and silently watched the last trace of his grandfather. There is infinite desolation in his heart, and there is the sorrow of farewell, intertwined and turned into a final whisper.

“…The clouds are high, and the moon is buried in the fire. When I was a child, I can only see you again in my dreams…”

“Grandfather, I will be fine. You are in the kingdom of God, and you must be fine… If you have time, come to my grandson’s dream and meet me again…”

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

The setting sun was gradually setting, and the last gleam of light was released through the dark clouds in the sky. Holding the silver box, the king stared at the sky that would sink, and then looked at the sacred places that had burned most of his eyes, and gave a low and calm order.

“Wang Ling: The Imperial Guard Corps will search the entire city. Count the civilians in the city, take a hundred people as a team, and **** them back to Shuigu City! All the captured gods, nobles, and sacrifices will be sacrificed on the spot! Order the soldiers to bury their bodies to avoid immune diseases. . Dispatch senior samurai, search the priest’s mansion, take away heritage and artifacts…”

“The rest of the generals, count the legions, gather the warriors, and go out tomorrow. All villages and towns within fifty miles outside the city, burn them! All young men and women, move them! If there is resistance, kill them!!”

“Follow the order! Your Highness, your will is a mortal life!”

The generals fell to the ground, saluted in unison, respectfully obeyed their orders, and did not dare to disobey.

Shilot nodded slightly, and finally glanced at the burning sacred sanctuaries. Then, he held the silver box, stepped on the blood of the sunset, and walked down the towering Great Pyramid~www.mtlnovel.com~ and never looked back.

A day later, the Mexican Legion mobilized, and the entire city of Da So Cholula was scattered and swept the entire Cholula state. Soon, a trail of black smoke rose under the dim sky, connecting together in the horizon. Dozens of villages and towns were ablaze, and tens of thousands of Tlaxcalans wept and were driven by Mexica warriors to the city of Watervale, fifty miles to the southwest.

Black smoke rose from the sky, and boundless blood fell. The king’s flag of the black wolf moved again, and under the **** of thousands of imperial guards, it returned to the southern town. And behind the army going south is the burning capital of the gods, the holy city of Cholula.

“At the beginning of June, the high priest died in the holy city of Cholula, murdered by the priests of the holy city. The king grieved, attacked the city of Cholula, and set it on fire. He slaughtered all the noble warriors of the gods, and the militiamen, a total of two Ten thousand people. The blood of the twelve priests’ families was cut off. Afterwards, the southern army swept the surrounding fifty miles, captured Dingkou for half a month, and killed a total of ten thousand people of nobles, warriors and militia from the four fields. Burned Cholula and captured young men and women. Men and women, a total of 120,000 people…

Within half a month, 200,000 people in Cholula were killed, 30,000 were killed, 120,000 were taken into captivity, and only 40,000 or 50,000 old and weak escaped. The prosperous and prosperous state of Cholula is empty, and it has turned into a withered and withered people, and is full of dead and dead areas…”

The news of the destruction of the holy city of Cholula, like a meteor falling from the sky, suddenly bombarded under the Mist Mountain, causing the sky to be filled with dust. Countless messengers from various countries ran fast, carrying terrifying information, spreading like waves. And all the Nawa tribes all over the world were terrified when they heard about this! The name of the **** of death, spread in the world, even east through the rain forest, known by the Mayan tribes. Click to download this site APP, massive novels, free to read!