Aztec Eternals

"Xulot, my son, I am already old!...I have experienced everything I should have experienced and enjoyed...Rather than see you suffer humiliation and be imprisoned in the cage of this capital like me. ...It would be better to let me go to the Kingdom of God as soon as possible to eliminate your weaknesses and prevent you from being hampered by fragile emotions..."

"Father! You are old, but I am still young... I can wait, and I am ready to wait patiently... What's more, my brothers and sisters are too young!... They are all very young and have just arrived in this world. In the world. They have never seen the vastness of the world, and have not experienced the joys and sorrows of life... If they are allowed to be so ignorant and face such a cruel ending... I really can't bear it..."

"Your younger brothers and sisters... Shulot, there is nothing that cannot be sacrificed for the inheritance of the Holy City!... Your grandfather, me, and your younger brothers and sisters can all be sacrificed!..."

"Father! I came back to the royal capital this time, not only for you, but also for the Mexica world! This world, at this critical moment, really cannot withstand a devastating civil war. And for the supreme right , but Avitt was ready to launch a civil war... In fact, I was already ready to accept imprisonment, but I didn't expect that his methods would be so sharp, urgent and rough, without any mercy..."

"Hey! The eagle is trapped in a cage, and the sun is trapped in the valley... Everything is an impermanent fate, and only infinite time can take away everything!"

The conversation between father and son echoed in the large empty study room. The abstract drawings and carvings are like ancient imprints from the tribe, silently surrounding the father and son standing opposite each other.

His father, Shusoke, stooped slightly and raised his head slightly, looking at his son, Shulot, who was a little taller than him. He used to be so tall and strong! He could lift the young Shulot easily and put it on his shoulders, playing the role of a galloping jaguar. But now, standing in front of his tall and strong son, he seems to be on the contrary, a bit like a skinny and shriveled child...

"Time! It is such a wonderful existence... It can change everything, make the weak become strong, and make the strong die. It uses the divinity of growth, aging and death to shape all gods and mortals one by one !... It always goes away and never comes back, bringing eternal sleep and death, never caring about the identity and bloodline of the deceased... And about the divinity and law of time! No god can hold it in his hands. …”

Father Xiu Suoke was silent for a moment, then whispered a poem with complicated emotions. After these years of experience, he no longer needs to look at the poetry collection left by his son, but has become a veritable great poet in Mexico. Then, he stared at the tall and steady eldest son, and couldn't help but reach out his hand, touch the heroic and mature face, and murmured to himself.

"It's so similar! It's so similar!..."

"Eh? Father? Like?..."

"Yes! You look pretty and handsome, just like your mother, and like me when I was young! But the heroic look in your eyebrows, and the calm and powerful posture, are more like my father when I was a child, that is, What your grandfather looked like in middle age!…”

Father Xiu Suoke sighed with emotion, with a hint of sadness on his face. He felt the vagaries of fate and deeply realized the infinite power of time. This is a power that no revered god or immortal elder can resist!

"Who can control time? Not the ancient gods, nor the young main gods... The gods are powerless, let alone the living beings in the world?... Ordinary civilians can't, nor can the respected nobles and priests... Even those who are high above us can't control time. , even the once-powerful God-King can’t do it! He will grow old, die, and will eventually be unable to resist time! In fact, the more he works hard and the deeper he thinks, the faster his remaining time will go!… Therefore, the God of Time disappears in the wind! I am willing to use my time to exchange for him..."

Father Xiu Suoke had a calm look on his face, reciting poetry in a low voice, and seemed to be uttering a curse on life in a dark place. After the incantation-like poem that was difficult to hear, Shusoke took a long breath, looked at his son solemnly, and spoke out.

"Xulot, it is easy for you to enter this capital. But it will be difficult for you to get out!... My child, you must be prepared, maybe ten years, maybe twenty years... Patience always It was abundant at the beginning, but not a drop was left at the end, just like the ambition and pride of the past!…”

"Ten years? Twenty years?..."

After hearing his father's words, Shulot was silent for a few moments and shook his head seriously. He looked candidly at his father who had gone through many vicissitudes of life, and spoke of the drastic changes that were about to happen with an extremely sure tone.

"Father, do you still remember the prophecy I once mentioned to my grandfather? About the white-skinned evil spirit that appears from the eastern sea, bringing plague, thunder, ships, giant beasts and death..."

"This is what the gods inspired me, and it is the real future!...The world is about to undergo great changes, and I have also made arrangements in the East China Sea. The time I will stay in the capital may be much shorter than you think...I only need Wait patiently, live patiently..."

"The prophecy of the white-skinned demon?..."

Hearing this, his father Xiusote raised his brows and stared at his divine son with solemn eyes for a while. After a moment, he sighed softly and said in a low voice.

"My child, I believe in your divine revelation and your prophecy... However, if your prophecy comes true and your true divinity is really seen by everyone... I am only afraid that by that time, the God King will The fear of you will become much stronger. And the divinity that makes such a prediction come true may be your disaster, not a blessing!..."

"Father, I understand your concerns...but I understand Avitt. His ambition is the flame that burns the world! The wider the world he knows, the higher the flame of his ambition will be! He will burn throughout the world, Until he himself is burned to death!..."

Shulot lowered his eyes and spoke in a low voice, describing the destined future in his eyes.

"The Lord God witnesses! If I choose to obey Avit, the flame of his ambition will move away from me and burn to the people of the cloud in the south! And when the people of the cloud in the south are burned out, the flame will only grow stronger , there will never be a time to calm down and be satisfied... He will continue to burn, burning out Maya in the east, and even burning towards the East China Sea Islands where the evil spirits have arrived, and even more distant countries..."

"Blessed by the ancestors! As long as Avit continues to have new powerful enemies, and I have always been obedient, I will not become his primary target... But it is not that easy for the cloud people in the southern mountains and forests, the Maya in the eastern jungle, and the evil spirits on the big ships in the East China Sea. Solve your opponent!"

"His energy and time will be devoted to one after another, long and endless conquests... And when the plague of death strikes, he will ignore his respected status and bloodline, and will only take away the God of Death. people…”

"The Lord God has already decided his destiny! His burning ambition, his unwillingness to stop, and his uncompromising pride will not only make him a great God King, but will also determine his final outcome..."

Speaking of this, Shulot's expression changed and his thoughts fluctuated. He thought about the past history, when Avit made an expedition of two thousand miles on foot and failed to defeat the Zapotec tribes. Subsequently, aristocratic conflicts within the alliance broke out, and Avitt was eventually assassinated on the causeway...

Although the history of Mexico today has been completely changed, the strength of the alliance's national power is far from what it can be compared to in history! But the flaws in Avitt's character have never changed. Even because he came to power early, he is more domineering, more stubborn and proud than in history!

Driven by such a stubborn character, even if Avit conquered the Mixtec and Zapotec, he would continue to conquer the Maya and conquer more distant frontiers. His violence against the alliance nobles will further intensify, and there will be no time to relax, just like when he deprived himself of his inheritance rights. And in this trajectory, if no one is there to look after the aftermath and advise and remind him from time to time, then the final fate of the God-King...

"The Lord God said! The higher he stands, the further he sees. The farther he sees, the higher he wants to climb!... However, the height of the mountain is always limited, and manpower is sometimes poor..."

Shulot lowered his eyes and quietly recited a few concluding sentences in front of his father. These epilogues were Avitt's teachings to him, but the warm memories of the past flowed out with a cold and chilling autumn feeling.

"Teacher, he told me...the bottom line cannot be violated, otherwise it will become a weakness, and weakness will bring death! Unlike ordinary mortals, a great ruler must not have weaknesses!"

"The greatest weakness of the God King is his uncontrollable desire to conquer and his ever-expanding desire to control! This desire will make him achieve countless successes, but as long as he fails once, he will be buried with his own hands..."

"Avit, after experiencing this, we will never go back to the past!... I will make up my mind to overcome my soft-hearted weakness... And when that day comes, I will not stand by your side again. It’s around!…”