Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

The sun silently sank, shadows creeping in. The Feathered Serpent's side hall was hidden in the depths of the temple pyramid, lit torches flickering in the night breeze blowing through the ventilation shafts. The firelight danced unsteadily, the heavy bricks reflecting the faint glow, outlining the silhouettes of the many chieftains who had fallen, with only a few graceful figures still standing.

"Hmm! Such little tolerance for alcohol... Just a cup of blood wine, and they're all drunk!..."

The statue of the Feathered Serpent cast a long shadow. The Serpent Priestess Miyava did not stand in the shadow, but boldly stood under the firelight. Her eyes sparkled, surveying the many great chiefs in the hall, observing each one carefully. The Feathered Serpent's side hall, which had just been clamorous and boisterous, fell into sudden deathly silence. Head Warrior Qiyan crouched by Chieftain Qiqini, gently supporting the family head's back, letting him sit on the ground.

Qiqini lowered his head, resisting the intense dizziness. His face felt numb, his eyelids as heavy as a thousand pounds, yet with fierce willpower, he refused to let his eyes close. He had only drunk half a cup of blood wine, so he wasn't heavily drugged. Although he couldn't stand and walk, he could still barely talk.

"...Qiyan, go!... Let my personal guard come in! Subdue the chieftains, tie them all up!..."

"Yes! Family Head..."

"Urgh! Wha...t's...the matter?"

It was then that a faint voice, difficultly rose from nearby, causing both of them to pause. Qiqini looked startled, forced his head up to see, just in time to meet another pair of confused eyes... It was the burly and strong chief of the Lake Sacrifice City tribe, the young Ozli.

"All Gods! This... this wine... is wrong!..."

Chieftain Ozli slurred, struggling to stand, speaking intermittently. His actions were bold; like Qiqini, he drank little of the blood wine. Being young and robust, the mightiest warrior of the tribe, though weak all over, he could still attempt to stand from the ground.

Seeing this, Qiqini's eyes instantly turned fierce. And Ozli, meeting the gaze, paused momentarily, then suddenly realized.

"Qiqini? Is it you?! You actually... in front of the holy statue, in the oath-taking blood wine... drugged it?..."

"Qiyan, hurry! Go, kill him first! Then let the personal guard in!"

The Great Sun Chief Qiqini squinted his eyes, making no attempt to hide his murderous intent. To avoid the suspicious chieftains from becoming alert, he had hidden a team of personal guard warriors a distance away, bringing only the loyal and brave Head Warrior to the hall for the oath-taking. Now, merely waiting for half a quarter of an hour, letting the large team of personal guard warriors enter the hall... this hastily set-up scheme would be a great success!

"Hmm... what a strong warrior! To think even the meticulously blended blood wine didn't knock you out!..."

The Serpent Priestess Miyava chuckled, lightly stepping close to the robust Ozli. Charming and seductive, she reached out with a playful smile, gently stroking the startled face of the Lake Sacrifice Chieftain, then stroking the muscular chest. She then traced the same mysterious heart shape at the position of the man's heart with her calloused fingertip.

"Eh?...Miyava? Meticulously blended blood wine?... Could it be, not Qiqini..."

Chieftain Ozli's face revealed fear, feeling the woman's smooth fingers, smelling her enticing fragrance, like sniffing a dangerous yet beautiful poisonous flower.

"Was it you?!..."

"Hmm, yes, it was me!..."

The Serpent Priestess Miyava nodded with a smile, her fingers trailing down the man's chest, teasingly. Then, her expression lifted, her fingers swiftly grasped, and when retracted, there was a sharp Obsidian Dagger. This dagger had an ancient Olmec emblem engraved on it, a sacrificial dagger passed down through generations.

"Young and strong brother Ozli... Let me borrow your Obsidian Dagger for a while... Just for a moment, I'll return it to you soon!"

In Ozli's astonished gaze, the Serpent Priestess blew a kiss with a smile, then licked her lips seductively, holding the ancient sacrificial dagger, and turned towards her brother, the Great Sun Chief Qiqini.

"My dearest brother... Even at this moment, you still don't trust me! You've only drunk a little blood wine and still won't come to me for an antidote... I'm so hurt!"

"Miyava!..."

The Great Sun Chief Qiqini squinted, deeply furrowing his brow. His gaze paused briefly on the dagger in the Serpent Priestess's hand, then looked a few steps away at the four silent Serpent Assistant Priests with daggers in hand, speaking warily.

"At this point, what do you intend to do? The chieftains are strong, the drug's effect won't last long... Quickly let my personal guards in! Control everyone!"

With the last sentence, Great Sun Chief Qiqini's face flushed, fighting against the numbness of his tongue, he almost shouted out. He was not only speaking to the Serpent Priestess, but also to Head Warrior Qiyan, trying to summon his loyal family guards!

"Hehe! My dear brother, still as cautious as ever!... The Feathered Serpent Temple is built with thick bricks and stones. You've drunk the Blood Wine and are quite drunk, your voice is weak, it might not travel far!..."

The Serpent Priestess Miyava smiled lightly as she walked to the side of the seated Great Sun Chief. Then she squatted down, gazing into Qiqini's eyes with a charming and radiant smile.

"My dear brother, don't waste your energy!... The position of your personal guard is actually farther than you imagine... Shouting like this will only call the Temple Warriors I've positioned outside the hall... This Feathered Serpent Temple, after all, is my temple!..."

Upon hearing this, the face of the Great Sun Chief Qiqini changed. For the first time, shock appeared in his eyes. Because the positions where his personal guards hid were instructed by him personally for the Head Warrior Qiyan to arrange... Qiqini was uncertain and suspicious, turning to look at the Head Warrior Qiyan supporting him, and shouted harshly.

"Qiyan! You... restrain Miyava for me! That is my order!"

Upon hearing, Head Warrior Qiyan nodded, silently releasing the Family Head's hand. Then he reached for the sharp Obsidian Short Dagger, standing in front of the Family Head, staring silently at the smiling Miyava.

"Oh? At this time, blocking me? You truly are a ruthless man!..."

The Serpent Priestess Miyava raised an eyebrow, her gaze instantly turning pitiful yet with a playful smile. Behind her, four Serpent Assistant Priests silently surrounded with sharp blades. Their movements were quick and agile, evidently trained as Death Warriors. The bluish glow on their daggers foretold a dreadful death.

"Qiyan! Act quickly!"

"Tsk, tsk! Ruthless man, do you truly want to stop me?..."

The Serpent Priestess Miyava's smile remained unchanged, yet her gaze turned dangerous. The sharp Obsidian Dagger spun lightly between her fingers, like a butterfly dancing in a cat's paw, beautiful yet embodying death!

Seeing this, the Sacrificial Lake Tribe Chieftain Ozli's pupils contracted, his eyes full of vigilance. He had never thought that the Serpent Priestess he admired, who appeared gentle and charming, was also a fierce dagger master!

"Ah! Ruthless man, you truly aren't ruthless enough... As a man, at this moment, how can you waver?..."

Saying this, the Serpent Priestess Miyava shook her head with regret on her face. Qiyan was a useful vine that could help her seize the Tribe's Warriors; if he died pointlessly here, it would be too wasteful.

"Not ruthless enough man!... If he knew all you've done, he wouldn't spare you!..."

Upon hearing this, Head Warrior Qiyan's face showed intense pain and struggle. He gritted his teeth, looking at the charming yet cold face of the Serpent Priestess, and softly pleaded.

"...In the name of the Ancestors! You said... you only wanted to seize the Chieftain's position but would spare the Family Head's life..."

"Hehe! Ruthless man, you're not only not ruthless enough but also adorably foolish!..."

Hearing this, the Serpent Priestess Miyava covered her mouth, laughing heartily, her form moving with her laughter. Then her smile vanished, her eyes turned sharp, pupils standing like a serpent's, revealing a chilling intent to kill.

"In the name of the Ancestors! Stand aside! Otherwise, die with him!"

"..."

Head Warrior Qiyan was silent for a moment, finally turning away, stepping back two paces. He bowed deeply to the seated Great Sun Chief, with tears rolling down his eyes.

"Qiyan, you... you! Are you going to betray me?!"

The Great Sun Chief was incredulous, showing panic. He looked at the Head Warrior who had guarded him for over a decade, always loyal, and urgently shouted.

"Protect me! What has Miyava given you? I'll give you double!"

"Hehe! My dear brother, what I gave him, you cannot give!..."

Miyava gave a charming smile, walking briskly forward. She took Qiyan's place, leaning against Qiqini's back, the familiar full sensation instantly greeting him. Then, the woman gently extended her arms, embracing her brother, whispering softly in his ear.

"After all, you are not a woman..."