Aztec Eternals

"Praise the Lord God Huitziloppo! The punishment of life and death is the judgment of the Lord God, to decide the nobles of the world!...I beg the Lord God of Justice to send down a divine omen to decide the fate of the sinners!..."

In front of the altar on the second and a half floor of the altar, Shulot adjusted his sacrificial clothes, straightened his crown, and pressed the mask of the god. Then, he raised his head towards the sun in the sky and shouted and prayed devoutly! His shouts spread up and down the altar, causing the nobles and warriors watching to open their eyes wide. And the six or seven noble generals who were detained under the altar and retreated in the ambush were even more hesitant and kept praying for forgiveness.

"Please! Your Highness the Prophet! Please, please spare me!!..."

"The Lord God has given me a revelation! I got the divination number seven, Gen hexagram, which corresponds to a mountain. I will be sentenced to death by stoning!"

"No! No! Our Hongtan family has made great contributions to the late Lord Kasar! No!!..."

"Ah!! Uh..."

Soon, two royal guards dragged the crying nobles to the execution ground under Yunshan City. Then, rocks smashed down from the wooden wall, and there was no sound for an instant. There was only a slowly blooming blood flower, like the most shocking mark.

"The Lord God revealed! Divination got four! Zhen Gua, corresponding to thunder, punished by thunder!..."

"God King, have mercy on me! God King, have mercy on me!! Ah!!..."

"boom!…"

Smoke rose, thunder roared, and stone bullets took away lives in an instant. The shrill shouts were still echoing, but the shouting figure had already fallen down like rags. This horrific scene of divine punishment made all the people watching tremble with fear, not even daring to breathe.

"The divination result is five, the Sunda hexagram, which corresponds to wind, and the punishment is wind punishment!..."

"Damn it! This is murder, murder! This is the murder of our Western nobles! What kind of ghost prophet, what kind of greedy god king... Ugh!! Ho ho..."

Arrows shot out randomly, accurately shooting through the throat and into the heart. The angry shouts stopped abruptly, and his wide eyes smashed into the dirt. Then, the bronze axes pulled out by the Broken Hair Guards were aimed at the neck with a finishing blow, "click"! …

"Insult the God King! Hang his head and show it to everyone in the camp!"

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Seeing the public executions of the noble generals in the front row, Izel, the leader of the mountain clan, was shaking like chaff, and his knees were soft and turned into rubber.

"No... I am innocent... Even if I am guilty, my crime will not lead to death!..."

Previously, the God King ordered him and a group of nobles from the western city-states to lead 500 elites to cut off the Zapotec army's return route. Although everyone was routed and defeated, they were all vanguards who fought hard and were defeated! Even half of the Shanshan Family soldiers he brought were killed in the battle! What's more, the God King's cut-haired guards behind him also blocked the opening, and at most a thousand people escaped!

Since everyone was defeated in a fierce battle, it did not affect the overall situation. He had always obeyed the God King openly and was one of the most obedient among the glorious nobles... Therefore, even if he was detained by the God King's hairless guards, he expected the most Severe punishment means public humiliation, loss of some fiefdoms, and fines of more tribute. But looking at the situation in front of me, it turns out that this is really the fate of being punished by God and executed? !

"Prophet! Your Highness the Prophet! Looking at the kindness of our grandfathers...please save..."

Thinking of the coming terrible divine punishment, Izel trembled all over and first begged for mercy from Shulot on the altar. But the masked "prophet" had a completely indifferent face. The eyes under the mask were cold and ruthless. They just glanced at him imperceptibly, and then let out a cry of judgment, interrupting his plea for mercy.

"The divination result is six! The Kan hexagram corresponds to water, so he will be punished by water torture!"

"No! I don't want to die! I defeated with all my strength! I am a brave warrior..."

The young noble next to him let out a wailing cry and said Izel's lines before being dragged away by the two cut-haired guards. The location of the waterboarding was in a distant river, so this execution seemed particularly long.

Death is like the sound of dripping water, dripping in my heart bit by bit, and seeping out from the whole body, turning into soaked sweat. Izel was sweating all over and had no intention of watching other people's executions. He became weak for a while, turned around pleadingly, and looked at the other nobles present, hoping that someone would come forward to intercede...

"Save...save me!...For the sake of our ancestors! Looking at the marriage of our ancestors..."

Reed Chief Xintel closed his eyes and shook his head silently, as if he didn't see anything. While he was cursing the God King crazily in his heart, he was also silently scolding Izel.

"Damn God King, greedy and cruel! We, the real nobles, are all prey in his eyes, but sooner or later he will take action... Izel, you idiot! Don't seek intercession from the nobles! That is a dead end, only It will affect more people!…"

"save"

Izel opened his mouth and saw that the nobles lowered their heads, unwilling to look at his performance. If they asked for help later, they would no longer be able to cry out. He was stunned for a few breaths, and finally understood that at this moment, there was only one person who could spare him! The One who sits on top, the One who wants him dead...

"The execution is over!"

"Next! Izel, the leader of the mountain clan!..."

Shulot lowered his head slightly and glanced at the panicked Izel. Then, he lowered his eyes, turned around ruthlessly, and continued with the divination. In this last divination, he moved a little slower, seemed to be particularly meticulous, and seemed to be waiting for something.

"No! I don't want to die, I'm still young!..."

Izel was dragged to the altar, watching the "prophet" perform death divination, shaking like a sieve. He wanted to pray loudly to the prophet, but the other party's divine figure was so far away, even farther than the God King, and even farther away from human emotions.

At the last moment of death, he finally threw away all the dignity and face of the honorable nobles, and knelt down completely to the ground in front of the indifferent God King at the highest point of the altar, shouting for mercy!

"... God King, please spare my life!... Izel is willing to be your hound, to be your sedan bearer! I only ask you to spare me, spare me! !..."

At this moment, Izel's voice of begging for mercy was so loud and his attitude was so low that not only the nobles of the alliance were surprised, but also many martial warriors sneered. Facing the death of the divine divination, this dishonorable performance really brought shame to the ancestors of the Mountain Family!

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Hearing such a plea for mercy, Shulot slowed down his hand and glanced at the God King Avit. The corner of the God King's mouth raised, and he sneered as if he had not heard anything. At this moment, he looked down at Izel, the glorious noble who was crawling on the ground and had lost all his reputation, like a real god sitting high, without any statement.

Xiuluot knew in his heart that the divination in his hand had finally come to an end. However, just before he made the final judgment, Izel's next desperate prayer silenced the nobles present and made the God King's eyes flash.

"The Lord God is witness! The Lord God is witness! I, Izel, am willing to give up half of the fiefdom of the Mountain Family!... I swear! Even for the remaining half of the fiefdom, I am willing to accept the officials sent by the Alliance Center to come and govern!..."

"Huh?!..."

God King Avite had no expression on his face. In front of the gazes of many great nobles, he just shook his head indifferently and responded like this.

"This is the judgment of the Lord God. Everything is decided by the will of the Lord God! It has nothing to do with me..."

"No! No..."

Hearing this cold response, Izel finally lost all his strength and completely collapsed into mud. But Xuluot in front of the altar, his eyes flashed, and he quietly changed the sunflower in his hand. After a while, he finally got the divination result, and made a fair judgment with an expressionless face.

"The divination is two, Dui Gua, corresponding to Ze, and the blood punishment is imposed! The sacrifice of limbs is decided by the God King!..."

"Oh?!..."

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The God King Avit was surprised, glanced at Xuluot, and then looked at Izel. I saw that the middle-aged mountain patriarch suddenly stood up like a trout, and then "plop" knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the God King. His snot and tears were mixed together, and he kowtowed like pounding onions, and even broke his forehead!

"Ah! The Lord God is merciful! The Lord God is merciful!... God King is supreme! God King is supreme!... I am willing to offer half of my fiefdom to the officials of the alliance to manage it!..."

God King Avit pondered in silence, looked at Izel who was kowtowing, and then looked at the great nobles who bowed their heads and remained silent. After half a quarter of an hour, he raised the corner of his mouth and smiled faintly.

"The Lord God has a thunderous side and a merciful side! Since He has only revealed this blood punishment in so many trials and only given this possible way to live... That means the Lord God wants Izel to live! In this case, then sacrifice a finger of Izel!..."

"Ah! Thank you, God King! Thank you, God King! Izel will definitely die for you... Uh! Uh!!..."

The obsidian dagger slashed down, and the burning of the holy fire was more charred. Izel collapsed to the ground again, and tears of pain flowed with drops of blood. The God King at the top smiled and declared as if mercifully.

"Iser, you led the army to defeat this time and let more than a thousand Zapotec elites go. You are guilty of a serious crime and must be severely punished! Although the Lord God has spared your death penalty, I must punish you fairly for your crime..."

"As the God King, I preside over justice! The Alliance Central Committee does not need any fiefs you offer. I will also let their descendants divide all the fiefs of the great nobles who were executed before, instead of giving them to the Alliance royal family... Reward military merits, punish routs, everything must be judged according to the justice of the gods!..."

At this point, Avit paused, pondered for a moment, and then stared at Iser, who was trying hard to express gratitude, and continued to pronounce the verdict.

"Select 500 elite warriors from the warriors of the Mountain Family and add them to the Broken Hair Guards! Yes, give them to the new battalion of Turquoise to make up for the loss!..."

"The Mountain Family will be reduced by 30%! Officials from the Central Alliance will first conduct a detailed land inspection and verify all the fields in Trokan State, and then choose the location for the reduction! As for the reduced fields, they will be distributed to the 500 Mountain Warriors who joined the Broken Hair Guards in the name of the Central Alliance!"

"Finally, Izel, I will allow you to redeem yourself for meritorious service! The remaining 3,500 warriors of the Mountain Legion will serve as the vanguard and march westward until they reach the city of Mixtec Mountain River!"

Hearing this series of seemingly generous royal orders, Izel's expression froze instantly, and even the pain of losing a finger could not compare to the pain in his heart.

Depriving 500 elites is equivalent to taking away the most powerful combat power of the Mountain Family. And the Central Alliance inspecting the land first and then reducing the fiefdom is actually no different from sending officials to govern! And 3,500 people were the vanguard until the city of Shanhe. They were completely treated as cannon fodder! …

"Hmm? Izel?"

"Yes! Yes!"

Izel endured the pain, his face showing deep bitterness. Then, this bitterness disappeared quickly like faded ink, and turned into tears of gratitude. He kowtowed three more times, clenched his fist on his left chest, and shouted hoarsely as if he was swearing.

"I obey you, the Supreme... God King! Izel...willing to die for you...!"

"Yes!..."

God King Avit nodded, with a faint smile on his face. He looked around at the many nobles who were silent, and once again tasted the joy of being on the top of the God Mountain and making decisions for the world! Then, he stood up, pointed to the mountains in the west, and issued the final king's order.

"God bless you! Leave 5,000 royal troops to garrison Yunshan City and Sheyao Village, and be on guard against the Zapotec tribes in Oaxaca!..."

"The rest of the army will set off in five days! Go west for two hundred miles until you reach Shanhe City!..."

"Before the rainy season in May, I will completely capture Shanhe City, and sacrifice the head of the chief Yunchen and the lives of all the descendants of the gods in the clouds to the Supreme Lord God!..."

"Yes! The Supreme God King!..."

The evil day at the end of the year ends here, and the new year begins in the name of the gods in the cruel killing. Five days later, the army of the southern expedition to the east moved west and left Yunshan City, where they had been stationed for more than two years. As long as the three southern expedition armies besieged and captured the last Shanhe City, the Mixtec Alliance that had lasted for hundreds and thousands of years would be completely declared dead! ~~