Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

The Sacred Fire burned brightly, and the green smoke of the sacrificial rite rose from the plaza, bringing with it the scent of divinity. The altar stood tall, the Priest's chant echoed through the valley, like the whisper of the spirits.

"...The sun rises over the wilderness, Chief Divine Huitzilopochtli ascends to the utmost high! He is almighty, omnipotent. He controls the divine realms, reigns over all the Tribes, and also rules over the citizens of the wilderness!... Under the gaze of the Chief Divine, the holy northern conquest achieved a perfect victory!"

Xiulote, dressed in elaborate Ceremonial Dress, stood at the highest point of the altar. He held aloft the Emerald Divine Staff, arms outstretched, praying to the Chief Divine.

The plaza was filled with solemnity. Below the altar and the sacrificial platform, there were hundreds of chanting Priests, thousands of stern Samurai, and tens of thousands of subjugated members of the Guajili Tribe. At this moment, countless people knelt, bathed in the light of the Chief Divine, prostrating themselves at the feet of the King, offering their initial submission.

"O highest Chief Divine! To thank You for Your protection, I offer You the most noble of Sacrifices. He is the chief cause of the southern invasion, and a Divine Descendant from the northern wilderness! He flows with divine blood, slain by the legion of the Chief Divine..."

The singing of Xiulote grew increasingly intense, and the accompaniment of the Priesthood pierced the skies. Suddenly, the Priest King waved the Divine Staff, and the Eight-Gate Wooden Cannons burst forth with a thunderous boom. The members of the Guajili Tribe below showed faces of horror, which then transformed into deep awe. In the eyes of tens of thousands, the deceased body of Chichika, dressed in a Wolf Robe and lying on a spice-strewn stretcher, was carried onto the altar by four Priests.

Xiulote's face was solemn, as if he possessed Divinity. He held his breath in secret, chanted two more lines, then cast the body of Chichika into the Sacred Fire. Afterwards, he prayed once again to the Chief Divine, offering the death of the Coyote, the peace of the deer, and the abundance of river fish. For these two Coyotes and the deer, thousands of Samurai had toiled for a day to capture them from the mountains in the east.

"Praise the Chief Divine, for You grant us long lives! Praise the Chief Divine, for You give us peace after death! Praise the Chief Divine, for You bestow upon us the bounty of the fields... and also the victory of the northern conquest!"

The chanting of the Chief God Priest resonated through the small city, accompanied by a strange dance, as mysterious as the rituals of the wilderness Priests. The Chieftains of each Tribe prostrated themselves at the forefront of the plaza, their faces filled with awe. Behind them, huddled masses crowded together like an army of ants.

"Ozoma, isn't the Great Chief of the God of Death an incarnation of the God of Death himself? Why does he keep singing praises to this Chief Divine, Sun God, and War God?"

The Chieftain Masate of the Red Deer Tribe knelt on the ground. Although his face showed reverence, it did not seem to affect his low murmuring.

"Shush! Dumb deer, what are you pondering over?"

The Red Monkey Chieftain Ozoma replied devoutly, also in a low voice.

"Isn't it simple? The Chief Divine is the greatest, the God of Death comes second. The Great Chief of the God of Death has strong Mana, but he is young, not the Great Chief of the southern Alliance. Above him, there's a Great Great Chieftain, an incarnation of the Chief Divine. When the Great Great Chieftain dies, the Great Chief of the God of Death will become the Great Chief of the Chief Divine, right?"

"Ah, so it's changeable? That just means it depends on who has higher Mana, who has stronger power..."

"Of course! Strong power naturally means the blessing of the spirits... Right now, the Great Chief of the God of Death is the strongest, so we all listen to him..."

The low whispers dissipated in the divine smoke and then fell silent. For the Chieftains of the wilderness, revering the spirits was necessary, but once that was done, they could go about their usual affairs. To embed the faith of the Chief Divine into their hearts would require a long period of acculturation.

"The Divine has descended, watching over His children! Offer up your devotion, surrender your souls to the Chief Divine!"

Soon, several high-pitched chants arose. The Priests poured dozens of pounds of Sulfur into a few fire pits, and blue flames leaped up. Seeing this mystical Spell, the members of the Guajili Tribe immediately became chaotic, their cries mingled with fear.

However, in the presence of the thousands of elite Samurai, they had no choice. Xiulote surveyed the dense crowd, took a deep breath, and roared with a loud voice.

"Children of the Chief Divine! Drink the Blood Wine to the last drop, offer your hair, convert to the Chief Divine, and illuminate His glory!"

The thumping of drums rose in an instant, followed by the high songs of the Chief God Priest and the War Dance of the Mexica Samurai! The members of the Guajili Tribe, by the thousands, stepped forward in groups to receive the baptism from the Priests. The red-haired warriors of the Tribes, always fearless of death, seeing War as homecoming, now betrayed deep fear as their red hair turned to green smoke and flew into the sky of the Divine Kingdom of Mexica.

Sakate and Ozoma were no exceptions. The two Chieftains of the Canine Descendants offered their hair, drank the Blood Wine, and were led to the edge of the altar. They looked at each other, for the first time seeing real unease in each other's eyes. In this era, rituals of deities and spirits always held tangible restraints in people's hearts. And in the wilderness, where the reach of Kingly power waned, only the power of the Divine still wielded might.

Xiulote stood solemnly on the high platform, watching over the crowd before him. After the conversion ritual began, he didn't need to act personally, he merely needed to be a statue of Divinity. With this free time, he lowered his gaze, contemplating the arrangements after the northern conquest.

The three armies had been chasing for seven or eight days, sweeping clean each Tribe in the valley. The eastern army even caught up to the tail of more than three thousand Red Crow warriors, biting off several hundred strong Canine Descendants. Later, under the lead of the Red Crow Chieftain, over a hundred red-haired Hunters fought to their deaths to cover the retreat of their Tribe, helping the large group onto bamboo rafts and small boats. It wasn't until more than two thousand Tribesmen had headed east along the Tampen River, and the fleeing elite used the cover of night to escape, that the pursuing legions finally returned.