Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

The Chief God Elder Priest Acap, being younger, was always a bit behind. Originally, the designated lead was the Sun Elder Priest Tonaltiliu. But King Aweit intended to elevate Acap, and Elder Tonaltiliu was happy to have less work, without any dispute... So, after a few moments, Acap's clear and resounding chant finally echoed atop the pyramid.

"Descendants of the Jiao People, Weisoqinke Clan, offspring of the Serpent Divine, Prince Weiko, go to the realm of the Sun God! His soul will soar in the sky's Divine Kingdom, meet with his father who journeyed to the Divine Kingdom, and transform into a green serpent!"

"Boom, boom!"

Two corpses of different ages but similar appearances rolled down successively, falling not far ahead of the Eagle Warrior Battalion. Deputy Head Xiuxoke held the King's Royal Banner and stood at the front of the samurai. At this moment, Battalion Leader Stanley was stationed in Oak Tree City, and nominally, the Alliance's Eagle Warrior Battalion recognized Xiuxoke as its leader.

The High Priest journeyed to the Divine Kingdom, and Xiuxoke seemed to have aged overnight. His figure again became gaunt, gradually revealing the sharpness of a samurai. Yet, the chest where a rib had once broken still throbbed intermittently.

The eagle enjoyed riches, squandered in a cage; is that truly its nature? Even his grandson, Xiu Hua, was tightly protected by the King, and it was difficult to see him at all!

"Huff... Blood-red gleams over the capital city, hundreds of corpses serve as spring tillage."

Corpses rolled down, blood intertwined. Xiuxoke looked at the sacrificed divine descendant before him and softly chanted.

These sacrificed remains had already lost the spirit from their hearts and were no longer imbued with the divinity of the divine descendant. Their next destination, after a slight disposition, was burial into the thousands of acres of chinampas in the lake region to serve as fertilizer for spring cultivation. This was the Alliance's tradition upheld for decades, affirmed by the priests as divine will, using life's essence in the corpses to compensate for the earth's depletion.

Soon after, Xiuxoke's gaze slightly sharpened. He recognized the two corpses' identities as the City Lord and Prince of Weisoqinke Clan's Oak Tree City! These highly respected individuals were captured right before him by Eagle Battalion Leader Stanley!

All captured divine descendants of Tlaxcala, regardless of how illustrious their status had been, no matter how many lives and deaths they once controlled, faced the fate of sacrifice in the Alliance's Grand Festival!

"Incense burns until green smoke rises, bodies of divine descendants roll down the temple."

Amid the fervent cheers of hundreds of thousands, Xiuxoke held the Royal Banner, observing the growing number of corpses. The vast redness extended from the Great Pyramid below, boundless and seemingly endless, as if reaching to the horizon's end.

"Two hundred thousand voices shouting together, proclaiming the Chief Divine's slaughter far and wide!"

Subsequently, Xiuxoke slightly turned his gaze, looking at the silent Otomi envoy, the exceedingly deferential Vastec envoy, the shocked and astonished Tekos envoy, the pallid-faced Mistec envoy, the deeply furrowed brows of the Zapotec envoy, and the fear-tinged whispered Totonac envoy...

Seeing this, a smile gradually appeared on Xiuxoke's face. The eagle in the cage also felt joy. After the New Year, there would be one less envoy from these numerous realms! And this unified world would ultimately be passed down through his descendants...

"The divine descendants are slaughtered, the world unites, cosmic order returns to the Divine King... Haha! My sons and grandsons, they will be the future Divine King!"

Blood spread, cheers unending. Xiuxoke's chanting slowly lowered, gradually becoming inaudible. In a trance, he saw the silhouette of his father, walking toward him from the blood, merging with him. But moments later, Xiuxoke shook his head, burying his father deep within his heart. He raised his head, gazing at King Aweit atop the Great Temple Pyramid, on the golden throne, smiling in admiration.

"What a poem, a splendid poem! The Divine King's conquest of the world, I write poems trailing behind the gallant horse. Let's see where this grand poem leads, into whose hands it will fall!"