Chapter 617: Eastern Expedition Ceremony! Kill the Evil, the Immortal Sun!

The vast Lake Texcoco sparkles with sparkling waves, reflecting the scorching sun in the sky and the towering temple. The white stone and red-roofed temple is reflected in the lake, and it is already red. The steps of the temple are painted with the red of thousands of sacrifices, engraved with the last traces of the descendants of the gods. The nearby Lake Texcoco is also injected with bright red, turning into a faint blood lake. The blood lake and red temple are the red country!

In the temple, the priests prayed and sang, waving the sacrificial stone blades. In the stadium, the prisoners of war fought desperately to hit the ball, in exchange for cheers. In the square, poets chanted loudly, reciting their poems. In the community, musicians played bamboo flutes and beat brisk drums. On the roadside, girls danced and sang, attracting the young men who admired them.

At this moment, voices, music, singing, roaring, chanting, and prayers echoed in the magnificent lake capital, using the sacrifice of life to please hundreds of thousands of people and play a celebratory movement! This is the annual New Year's Festival, and it is also a rare victory festival!

The people of the lake capital are enjoying the rare joy and mourning the deceased elders in the unprecedented festival. Such piety and sacrifice, blood and death are the common aesthetics of the Mexica people. It has continued for more than a hundred years, and I don’t know when it will change.

The victory festival has lasted for nine days! And today is the last day. Avit was wearing royal clothes and still sitting high on the throne. His eyes were bright, sweeping over the twelve priests and elders who presided over the sacrifice in front of the temple, and also sweeping over the nobles who were drinking and watching in the square, and the armored warriors who were on guard. With sharp eyes, he looked at the celebrating crowd, looked at the communities extending in all directions, and felt the inclination of the people in the capital.

After a long while, Avit lowered his eyes, feeling both satisfied and somewhat inadequate. He clenched the staff in his hand and muttered to himself at the highest point of the capital.

"In their hearts, I am a warlike king and a pious god king, but not yet... not yet the immortal sun! Reputation and legend need time to settle, and more importantly... feats that are engraved in people's minds!"

After a moment of silence, Avit's eyes became sharp, and a flame ignited in his chest. He waved his hand, summoned the attendant guards, and whispered a few words.

But a moment later, several guards came to the throne holding the king's gorgeous bronze cloth armor, bronze helmet, feather shield and battle axe. Then, another guard came to the high priest Uger who presided over the ceremony and whispered a few words.

There was a flash of surprise in the eyes of the high priest Uger. He hesitated for a moment and looked at the king on the throne. Avit nodded affirmatively, his expression forbidding disobedience. Soon, the twelve priests stopped offering sacrifices, stood in front of the Great Temple, and formed a large circle. The chief priest Yao Ke personally escorted the two most important sacrifices, climbed the pyramid that was sixty or seventy meters high, and came to the Great Temple.

The priests stopped singing, and the sacrifices of the descendants of God stopped rolling down. The changes in front of the Great Temple soon attracted everyone's attention. Thousands of nobles and warriors of the alliance gathered under the pyramid of the Great Temple, looking up at the sacred height, and seemed to be expecting something.

The high priest Uger cleared his throat and raised the staff in his hand. He announced to everyone in a hoarse voice.

"The Lord is watching us! He longs for bravery and fighting! In order to please the Lord, the pious King Avit will personally go down and fight a sacrificial duel to the death with the two most respected descendants of Tlaxcala! Our great God King will personally show his bravery and sacrifice our most dangerous and powerful enemy!"

"What? The king will personally go down and participate in a dangerous sacrificial duel, and fight one against two?!"

Hearing this shocking news, the nobles in the capital were all speechless for a moment. Then, an unparalleled wave of voices, with unprecedented expectations, shouted to the heights of the Great Temple.

"Ah! Sacrifice, duel! Sacrifice, duel! God of War bless the king, bless the brave God King! Roar!"

The excited shouts, like thunder, quickly spread in the city. Soon, the entire lake capital was filled with a call from the heart.

"Sacrifice, duel! God bless the God King!"

In the hearts of the Mexica, bravery and good fighting are the greatest virtues! The tribe is not far from ancient times, and the warlike spirit is very strong, and the people are proud of dying in battle. If Avit's behavior were placed in the current Celestial Empire, I am afraid that the ministers would immediately die and try their best to stop it. At this moment, in the capital of Mexica, hundreds of thousands of people had only one cry of expectation in their hearts.

"Hurry! Hurry up!"

Avit looked around the capital, looked at the crowds of people gathering, and nodded with satisfaction. Then, he slowly stood up, raised the yellow gemstone scepter high, and walked down the altar like a god of war amid the cheers of the crowd. The guards immediately helped the king change his clothes, put on solid bronze cloth armor, put on a face-covering eagle feather bronze helmet, and then a solid three-color feather shield and a sharp bronze short axe. Soon, Avit turned into an elite eagle warrior and stood in the center of the twelve priests.

Then, the two "most dangerous and powerful" descendants of the Tlaxcala gods also stepped into the duel circle. The Lord of Tree Snake City, Okot, had red eyes and was wearing a robe with a cloud snake painted on it, holding a blunt war club with the blade removed. The Lord of Feathered Serpent City, Quehuizi, pursed his lips, was wearing a feathered serpent robe, and was given a gorgeous short club with feathers stuck on it.

Well, there is no doubt. The two sides in the battle are the Mexica king with bronze armor and bronze axe, and the Tlaxcala lords with cloth robes and wooden sticks. Under the witness of the Lord God, this is fair and very Mexica. What? You said that the wooden stick can't break the bronze armor, and the cloth robe can't withstand the bronze axe? No, that's because you are not strong enough and not brave enough.

"The Lord God is witnessing! The king who is the incarnation of the sun god will fight against the hunting god and the incarnation of the feathered serpent evil god for his people! The bright sun will surely destroy the darkness and kill the cloud snake and the feathered serpent!"

The high priest Ugel loudly declared, and the twelve priests and hundreds of priests also repeated it. Soon, rolling waves came from the great temple and resounded throughout the lake capital.

"Light versus darkness, the Lord God versus the evil god. The sacred duel begins now!"

"Haha!"

Avit, wearing bronze armor, laughed heroically. He looked at the two most distinguished descendants of the Tlaxcala gods, bowed slightly, and said with a smile according to the ancient ritual.

"Ocot, Quehuiz, you are my beloved sons!"

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Ocot, the Lord of the Tree Snake City, said nothing, but stared at the king of the Mexica with red eyes. Ten days ago, his two sons were the first two descendants of the gods to be sacrificed. During these ten days, the hatred of the destruction of the country and the loss of the family has been deeply rooted in his heart, and he will never forget it until his death.

Quehuiz, the Lord of the Quetzalcoatl City, was silent for a while, and still answered in a low voice according to the ancient tradition.

"Avit, you are my beloved father! Even if I use a stick, I will kill you!"

"Okay! Then come on!"

Avit laughed loudly and raised the big shield in his left hand. Without hesitation, the Lord of the Tree Snake City, Ocot, rushed forward with a big stride, and hit Avit's neck with a fierce swing.

"Bang!"

Avit raised his left hand, raised the big shield, and the wooden stick was blocked. On the other side, the Lord of the Quetzalcoatl City, Quehuiz, also rushed forward and hit Avit's armored lower abdomen with a swift stick.

"Bang!"

Avit was wearing heavy armor and had difficulty moving. He was hit hard by a stick. The guards around him were nervous and wide-eyed, holding their battle axes tightly, ready to rush forward at any time. The king raised his lips and shook his head with a smile. Then, he faced the Great Temple and made a painful expression.

"Ah?! The brave king was injured by evil!"

Under the Great Temple, hundreds of thousands of eyes were staring at him intently. Soon, the king's battle with evil became more and more intense. He used a large shield to cover himself from time to time, blocked with a copper axe, changed his position under his feet, and endured the torrential attacks from the opposite side. His face also showed the pain and perseverance of fighting with injuries.

"Ah! Wow! Ah!"

"Ah this, this!"

"Lord God! Please protect the God King!"

The situation gradually tilted, and the king struggled to support himself. Under the attack of two evil gods, he had no power to fight back. The people watching the battle were shaken and shouted in fear. After a while, the chaotic shouting, under the intentional guidance, turned into prayers and calls of blessings!

"Lord God bless! God bless my king!"

As if he heard the prayers of the crowd, Avite's expression became more and more determined.

The Lord of the Tree Snake City, Okot, pounced like a mad dog, and beat the king's armor up and down. However, he was hungry for several days in a row, and his hands were not strong enough. After fighting for half a quarter of an hour, he staggered and was a little unstable.

Seeing the exhausted enemy, Avite raised his eyebrows. It was time for this wonderful duel to enter the climax. He suddenly took a step forward, raised his foot, and kicked Okot's lower abdomen.

"Ugh!"

Okot was hit hard, his knees softened, and he knelt down weakly. Seeing the situation reversed, thunderous cheers rang out from under the temple in an instant, accompanied by fanatical prayers.

"Praise the Lord God! Praise the king!"

Avite smiled slightly and turned around. He ignored the kneeling Okot, facing the Great Pyramid, waving his tricolor feather shield gorgeously. The cheers were loud and continuous. On the other side, Quetzalcoatl Lord Kuihuiz showed grief and anger, and also waved his gorgeous feathered short stick to fight with the king.

The bright feathers flew, like the incarnation of the gods. Avit entangled for a moment, then suddenly stepped back. Then, he burst into a fierce shout, and finally raised the copper axe in his right hand, and slashed forward with a big move.

"Lord God bless! Kill the evil!"

"Swish! Chi!"

The sharp copper axe easily cut through the robe of the Quetzalcoatl. Then, the sharp axe blade did not stop, and fiercely cut through Quetzalcoatl's body, leaving a half-meter-long wound and splashing a lot of blood!

"Ah! God of Hunting, I hate it."

The Quetzalcoatl Lord suddenly paused and shouted hard. Then, he fell down weakly under the gaze of hundreds of thousands of people.

"Roar! Roar! Kill the evil, brave God King!"

"Haha!"

Avit was sweating all over, his face was bloody, and he laughed happily. He stepped forward, grabbed Queihuiz's hair, and dragged him to the sacrifice stone. Then, he put away the copper axe, took out the obsidian dagger at his waist, and inserted it into Queihuiz's chest and abdomen!

"Sacrifice! Sacrifice!"

Fanatical shouts came from all directions. Under countless gazes, Avit raised his red left hand and threw a beating life into the burning holy fire! Soon, the shouts below turned into hysterical cheers and howling.

"Roar! Roar! God bless my king!"

"Haha!"

Avit looked around and laughed arrogantly. However, at this moment, a body crawling on its knees suddenly pounced from behind him.

"Huh?"

Instantly, Avit's waist and abdomen tightened, and he was hugged tightly from behind. Then, the man stretched out his hand desperately, grabbed the copper axe on the king's waist, and pulled it out.

"Huh?!"

Avit raised his eyebrows, and a trace of surprise flashed across his face. Seeing this, the warriors behind rushed to the king.

"All retreat! Get out!"

Avit shouted fiercely, like a tiger. Then, he stretched out his left hand, pressed the arm behind him, and raised the dagger in his right hand, turned an arc, and stabbed it into his side waist! That was the position of the copper axe.

"Puchi!"

The sound of the dagger entering the flesh came in an instant. Then, it was ruthlessly stirred again.

"Uh! Ah!"

The intense pain came, and Okot howled in pain. In an instant, a bloody hole appeared in his palm. He lost his strength in an instant and could no longer hold the newly-grabbed weapon.

"Dang!"

The copper axe fell on the bluestone ground with a crisp sound. Avit's eyes became fierce, and he grabbed Ocot's hair with his left hand and picked up the copper axe on the ground with his right hand. Then, under the gaze of hundreds of thousands of people, he pressed the respected Lord of the Tree Snake City, the nominal King of Tlaxcala, on the sacrificial stone.

"God of Hunting! Please let me go"

Ocot moaned weakly, revealing his fragile neck, just like the seven inches of the cloud snake.

"Lord God bless! Kill the evil cloud snake!"

Avit roared. Then, he suddenly raised the copper axe and fell on the seven inches of the cloud snake.

"Crash!"

The king's head and face were splashed with a large amount of bright red. Avit stretched out his left arm and wiped his blood-red eyes with his gorgeous battle clothes. Then, he threw away the copper axe, raised his right hand high, held up Ocot's open head, looked at hundreds of thousands of people in the capital, and roared loudly!

"Roar! The Lord God bless me and kill all evil! From today on, I am you, the new immortal sun!"

Seeing the king's bloody declaration and looking at this shocking scene, the people under the great temple lost their voices instantly. A moment later, hysterical cheers came out from the mouths of hundreds of thousands of people without any guidance!

"God King! God King! The Lord God blesses the Mexica people and raises the immortal sun! Immortal God King!!"

"Hahaha!"

Avit looked up at the sun in the sky and laughed loudly, not caring about any eyes. The twelve priests looked at each other, their expressions changed, and they lowered their heads one after another. The nobles and warriors roared excitedly, and their blood vessels were all surging. At this moment, they all saw a new sun rising from the top of the great temple.

"Haha! So good!"

Avit was extremely happy. He laughed wantonly for a long time before looking at the prostrate crowd and casually threw Ocot's bloody head under the Great Temple. Then, he looked at the twelve priests with a stern expression, like a high god, and gave orders directly.

"Uger, the great sacrifice is not over yet! Continue to sacrifice the descendants of the gods to please the gods and the people!"

"Obey your immortal God King."

"Very good! Come on, call the envoys of the Mixtec people to me!"

At this point, Avit turned around with blood all over his body. He just sat back on the throne in heavy armor, holding a large shield and a bronze axe, and his words were full of murderous intent.

"I'm here, waiting for his audience!"