Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

The orange bonfire flickered in the large tent, sparking the fresh scent of pine. Amidst this mild woody aroma, wafted a kind of enchanting feminine scent. It was rich and voluptuous like musk, reminiscent of the Temple of the Goddess of Fertility, yet as captivating as summer flowers.

"Hmm? Nothing at all?..."

"Indeed... Your Highness, if you don't believe, you can check for yourself..."

Xiulote sat cross-legged on a crocodile skin rug, scrutinizing the woman who entered the tent. His gaze moved from her meticulously groomed toes, slowly upwards along the exposed ankle, over a gracefully long path, pausing momentarily at a delicately pruned valley. Then, he raised his eyebrows, his gaze sliding over half an enticing arc, past a taut and smooth abdomen, then to the other half of a stunning arc, with a slight sigh in his heart. Finally, his gaze swept over her elegant neck, past slightly parted red lips, settling on a radiant and beautiful face.

The stunning view was unobstructed in its natural, captivating rise and fall. The young king maintained a calm expression, with his eyes still full of vigilance. He did not converse with the woman but looked towards the Guard Commander, Ecatl.

"Ecatl, has this woman washed her hands?"

"Family Head, according to the regulations set by Intelligence Officer Nashu, she has washed them."

The Guard Commander slightly bowed his head, reporting solemnly.

"The maid Yilian washed her. Even her nail beds on her fingers and toes were carefully washed with alcohol."

Hearing this, Xiulote nodded slightly, relaxing his expression. Most snake and frog poisons are toxic proteins or peptides. These toxins are all degraded by alcohol, thus losing their toxicity. In this era, the simplest method to counter toxins is alcohol. After confirming that the envoy was harmless, he finally stood up, directly facing the woman a few steps away, and asked in a deep voice.

"Envoy from Golden Bay City, who are you? Which tribe do you represent?"

The pale yellow firelight illuminated the fair-skinned woman, slightly lifting her black hair. The woman was washed clean, her lips were without rouge, and even her nails on hands and feet were transparent and pure. She lightly bit her lip, with some grievances showing in her eyes, coquettishly murmured.

"Honored Your Highness of the Death God Temple... I am the sister of Great Sun Chief Qiqini, a Priestess in Golden Bay City, representing the various tribes of Golden Bay... My name is Miyawakotel, you may call me Xiumiya..."

"Miyawakotel (miahuacoatl)? The legendary great serpent of the coast and earth, defeated by the Divine Descendant Warrior's long spear?"

Hearing this, Xiulote was slightly taken aback, with some suspicion.

"Xiumiya? (xomia)"

"Yes... Your Highness, I have come this time on behalf of the various tribes of Golden Bay, to surrender and submit to your great power! The chieftains and warriors of the City-State are willing to kneel, offer their hair to you, fight and battle for you! And I will serve you devoutly, as one serves the Supreme Divine, fulfilling your every need..."

Miyawa's eyes were like spring water, extending her nimble tongue to lick her moist lips. Her legs were closed tightly, rubbing together and making a rustling sound similar to a snake.

"Xiumiya, your Water Serpent! ...I am willing to prostrate beneath you, coiling like a snake around the Divine Tree, transforming into various positions... Ah, mighty Your Highness, please reveal your divinity..."

Upon hearing such words, Xiulote raised his eyebrows again. Inhaling the peculiar feminine scent, his gaze instinctively drifted, with a sudden flame igniting in his heart. The woman twisted her waist like a serpent, swaying a couple of steps away. A trickle of water was seeping from the trimmed valley, exuding an unspeakable allure.

"Your Highness... I am your snake! Soft, warm Water Serpent..."

Miyawa's cheeks flushed, her eyes slightly unfocused, evidently already aroused as if eagerly issuing an invitation. This alluring woman, under Xiulote's gaze, deftly crawled on the skin rug, revealing a snake-smooth back and enticing rounded curve. Then, like a serpent, she advanced two knee steps, bowing to kiss Xiulote's foot. Then, the astonishing curves pressed against Xiulote's leg, gradually swaying upwards.

"Hmm..."

Xiulote's expression slightly changed, pursing his lips, feeling the full soft touch on his leg. His right hand rested on the long dagger drawn from his waist, a slight slice would end the woman's life. The woman, with a dazed look, gazed up at him, her lips curling into a smile. Afterward, she extended a nimble tongue, swiftly licked upwards across the ritual robe, then giggled coquettishly.

"Ah! ... Your Highness, how long has it been since you enjoyed a Serpent Woman's service? ... Without even entering the battlefield, your long spear is already like a giant's weapon... Truly a powerful Death God Your Highness!..."

"Hmm!..."

Xiulote's heart trembled, the flame burned more fiercely. Since Nashu became pregnant, he had abstained from women for a whole year. With a body strong as a Veteran Warrior at just over twenty, stronger primal impulses were present.

However, even with inner fluctuations, Xiulote's face remained unchanged. He calmly extended the sharp long dagger, placing it on Miyawa's slippery neck. Upon feeling the cold and slightly painful sensation, the alluring woman immediately froze, suddenly becoming as obedient and meek as a Water Serpent in an eagle's grasp.

"... Water Serpent Miyawa... you are unworthy of using the Death God's surname."

"Your Highness... please grant me a surname... I am willing to be your snake, of any kind..."

"No, I already have a snake."

Xiulote's expression was cold, gazing into Miyawa's tearful eyes, his lips slightly curved. At this moment, he suddenly thought of the little green snake in the Lake Capital City. His thoughts shifted, suppressing the flame in his heart once more.

"Miyawa, stop playing these seductive games. It doesn't serve the upcoming negotiation. If the various tribes of Golden Bay are to surrender, concrete terms are needed!... Mm, as a Divine Descendant of the Golden Bay tribes, are you one of the conditions? Are you supposed to offer yourself as a sacrifice in Golden Bay City's surrender to the Chief Divine?"

"Ah! To the Chief Divine?... Your Highness... I... no, not that..."

Upon hearing this, Miyawa shivered, her face revealing fear, her kneeling body trembling. As a Priestess of Golden Bay City, she clearly understood the Mexica people's obsession and fanaticism towards sacrificing Divine Descendants to the War God. Carefully avoiding the dagger, she gathered her long hair, wiped her tears, and her charming demeanor disappeared.

"Honored Your Highness of the Death God Temple! The tribes of Golden Bay are willing to open the gates, offer the entire City-State, all the wealth, and convert to worship the Supreme War God as the Chief Divine! Among our tribute, there are thousands of Allied Forces from the East... We humbly ask for you to accept the tribe's surrender, accept the loyalty of the chieftains and leaders..."

"Offering up the City-State, betraying the Allied Forces, and accepting the tribe's surrender and allegiance..."

Upon hearing this, Xiulote's eyes shifted, a smile crept up his lips. His right hand's dagger still rested on the woman's neck, but his left hand stretched out, ruffling her hair, giving it a squeeze. Then, he looked down at the woman kneeling beneath, lightly pinching her chin as if grabbing the water serpent the eagle's third inch.

"The Chief Divine bears witness! It seems we can finally have a good talk now!..."