Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

The golden sunrise rose from the horizon in the East. The Mexica Alliance's army, however, surged in from the city's western gates. The emerald green tide flowed continuously, and in just half a day, the vanguard of four thousand became the main force of over ten thousand troops. Soon, the entire expanse of Golden Bay City was submerged in an irresistible tide!

"Praise the Chief Divine! Punish the rebels! Praise His Highness! Invincible in battle!"

The alliance warriors donned armor and carried weapons, full of deadly intent. Chanting the name of the Chief Divine, under the guidance of the Golden Bay tribes' warriors, they quickly divided into battalion camps of a thousand warriors each, attacking the scattered allied forces within the city.

Seeing the sudden appearance of the Mexica legion, the Totonac tribespeople in the city were shocked and terrified, trembling in their huts. They had not yet returned from yesterday's festival celebrations and were unprepared to directly face the descent of the Chief Divine!

The twenty thousand Eastern allied forces in the city, stripped of their leader and suddenly attacked, were surrounded and divided in various camps. They were paralyzed with shock and could barely organize any effective resistance. They were bombarded with relentless showers of arrows, their defenses broken by squads wielding bronze axes, and then impaled upon long spears, one by one breaking through their defenses!

The emerald green tide surged like waves; the various allied camps were like sand dunes on the beach, vanishing after just a moment. Soon, only scattered, lifeless bodies remained throughout the city, with large swathes of fresh bloodstains. The dying screams echoed throughout the city-state. Squad after squad, tens of thousands of captured allied forces, with terror and bewilderment, were herded out of the city by the warriors, awaiting judgment between life and death.

From dawn to dusk, the brutal purge within the city lasted an entire day. The blood of the Totonac Eastern factions permeated the ancient city-state with an incomprehensible stench of blood. As the cold sunset dipped into the western highlands, the crimson clouds in the sky were as blood-red and magnificent, contrasting with the vividness on the ground like a red lotus flower coexisting between heaven and earth.

The ancient Golden Bay City was lifted up amidst the flourishing red lotus. And the petals of the red lotus stood as lofty, time-worn temples. Among the many petals of temples, the most splendid and intense was the ancient temple of the Thunder God in the eastern part of Golden Bay City. The remnants of the Eastern allied tribal chieftains, along with seven to eight hundred last personal guard warriors, fled into this sacred temple that had stood for hundreds of years.

The ancient Thunder God, originating from the Olmec Era, was one of the oldest divine beliefs of the Totonac people, even preceding the Feathered Serpent divine. The Mexica War God controlled the divine spear of thunder, conflicting with the divine duties of the ancient Thunder God. Even in the era of Montezuma, the Predecessor Monarch, when he first conquered the seashore, the alliance absorbed the Feathered Serpent but did not retain the ancient Thunder God's faith. Thus, in the western Totonac factions and among the traditional city-states allied with the alliance, this ancient belief had gradually vanished over decades of Mexica conquest! The only ones retaining this belief were the various clans of Golden Bay and the more eastern Totonac tribes.

It was for this reason that, at this critical moment of life and death for Golden Bay City with the entrance of the Mexica army, the priests of the Thunder God Temple opened the temple doors, accepting the last of the tribal chieftains and warriors. These Thunder God priests resisted the Mexica legion more vehemently than the tribal chieftains themselves, even at the cost of their lives!

"Despicable Golden Bay tribes, vile Great Sun Chieftain! We have traversed hundreds of miles, sparing no cost, to rescue you! Yet you opened the city gates and surrendered, selling us out to the Aztec evil demons! The exalted Sun and Feathered Serpent will mete out divine punishment, casting you into the bottomless Black Abyss!"

Several hundred Eastern allied Totonac warriors, relying on the twenty-meter-high temple pyramid, resisted and struggled desperately. They looked at the Golden Bay warriors leading the Mexica and screamed furiously, their anger filled with terrified despair.

"Aztecs fall into the abyss, colluding with volcanic demons beneath the earth, using the evil power of death! Like the sudden rise and fall of Teotihuacan, they too will eventually be forsaken by all gods!"

At first, the shouts of the allied warriors did not move many Golden Bay warriors. Wars and turmoil among the tribes had raged for hundreds of years. Betrayal and slaughter between each other, for the sake of preserving one's tribe, were commonplace. But when the revered Thunder God priests, wearing Chager Bird feather crowns, stood atop the pyramid, raising their inherited divine staffs, and chastised loudly... the leading Golden Bay warriors bowed their heads in fear and unease.

"Foolish tribal warriors! Betraying the ancient divines and following the Western evil god is a sin that signifies the fall of your soul! This sin will accompany you for life! Not even death can free your soul!..."

"Huh? What are those frail old men on the pyramid shouting about?"

Red Deer Masate, leading a few hundred Red Hair Hunters, widened his eyes and looked at the Thunder God priests on the pyramid, asking in confusion.

"He just yelled a few words, and already so many surrendered Totonac troops have dropped their weapons?"

The Golden Bay trusted aides leading the way bowed their heads, remaining silent. Only the warriors of Five Mountains City, who had surrendered earlier and were granted land, explained reverently in broken Mexica language.

"The priests are saying that if we follow the evil god, our souls will fall into the Black Abyss after death..."

"What? Following the evil god? Soul damnation after death?"

Hearing this, Red Deer Masate's eyebrows rose, his face showing disdain.

"The God of Death, the Great Chief, can summon thunder, invincible in battle, and is the mightiest divine in the mortal realm! When people die, nothing remains, and the soul becomes dust in the wind while the body returns to the Earth Mother Goddess, nurturing new life!"

The faith of the Wilderness Dog Descendants was always so simple and practical. They followed the Black Wolf Great Chief and the God of Death Great Chief, not out of some unfounded divinity, but out of loyalty to powerful military might, fighting for better survival. The dying declarations and curses of these priests could not shake the spirits of the Dog Descendant Warriors in the slightest because that was not the law of the wilderness. And any tribe that did not adhere to the law of the wilderness could not have survived to this day.

"Ha! Truly such weak Seaside Tribes, as weak as the Southern Tribes!"

The Red Deer Masat looked around, observing the hesitant and wavering surrendered army, realizing he could not depend on them. He shook his head; the power of the kingdom in the Seaside Lands, both in faith and military force, was still too weak. The number of surrendered Totonac people was too large, and the ancient traditions and beliefs of the Seaside Tribes still ruled the hearts of these tribespeople. It could not be abruptly changed in a short time.

"The power of Thunder descends from the heaven of divinity, inevitably changing the red world! On the wilderness, hunters follow the strong, with Thunder, hurricanes, and fire, hunting down the scattered bison and herds of deer... And all the decaying deadwood should burn early, turning into the vitality of sprouting new buds!..."

Red Deer Masat stroked his chin, looking at the hunters around him, reciting an ancient yet new sacrificial poem. This sacrificial poem was exactly what the understanding wilderness priests, after advanced study in the kingdom's Divine Power University, returned to their tribes to recompile. The purpose of these poems was only one: to teach the warriors of the wilderness to follow the guidance of heaven and earth, to fight for the kingdom and His Highness, and to conquer all tribes in the world!

"The Red-Haired Hunters, aim at those old priests on the pyramids, shoot them to death!"

"Yes, Chief!"

Hundreds of Red-Haired Hunters responded in unison! They held longbows, closing in on the Pyramid Temple, and then with slight aiming, launched fierce arrows!

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

"Thud!"

The precise copper arrows shot out, and the long feather crowns suddenly turned chaotic, falling in disarray. The cries of the old priests stopped abruptly, their bodies in ritual robes fell heavily to the ground. The stark and warm evening glow was vividly red in the last sunlight. Then, in the horrified gaze of the Totonac surrendered army, an even more ruthless order came from the Dog Descendant Camp Commander's mouth, like the cold highland wind.

"Witness the Chief Divine! Prepare gunpowder arrows, ignite the entire temple! Since they want to resist stubbornly, let them burn with the decaying wood of the past into the firelight of a new day!"

"Yes, Chief! Praise the mighty Chief Divine!"

The sunset gradually waned, and the sky turned into deep dark red. Under the dim sky, gold-red flames rose like a fiery serpent, quickly climbing up the towering pyramid. The dimmer the sky became, the brighter the flames, like stamens lit on a dark red lotus, dancing at the edge of the coast. Viewed in the dark, the flames looked like candles in the boundless netherworld, leading to the world of death beneath!

The burning Pyramid Temple symbolized the most thorough conquest by the Mexica, while the struggling, wailing human figures in the flames were the last vibrant scene in this curtain call, deeply imprinted in the hearts of tens of thousands of Totonac tribespeople.

"Tsk tsk! Red sky, dark sea, the brightly burning Pyramid Temple... truly an unforgettable conquest!"

Black Wolf Torc clad in armor, striding with a bronze longsword, stood atop the Feathered Serpent Divine's pyramid. Behind him, over a hundred armored, ax-wielding trusted aides firmly controlled and occupied the crucial points of the entire temple. Under the protection of the trusted aides, he listened to the dirge of death, watched the curtain fall amidst darkness and fire, his lips gradually curling into a serene smile.

Until complete darkness descended, the scorching flames engulfed the entire temple, and a faint smell of gunpowder filled the air, did the cold Black Wolf Commander-in-Chief finally turn around, looking mercilessly at those nearby, his eyes filled with predatory intent like that of a wolf.

Beside the Black Wolf, a young and delicate figure, wearing a feather crown symbolizing a chieftain, stood alone. She tried her best to stand tall, bowing her head without a word, though her body trembled slightly. Further away, dozens of Golden Bay Tribe's trusted aides were all disarmed and knelt under the long spears of the Dog Descendant Warriors. Several who dared to resist had already been stabbed to death on the spot, becoming cold corpses.

Black Wolf Torc, with interest, used his cold and clear eyes to stare at the beautiful Miyava for a while. The gaze of the Black Wolf was filled with undisguised desire, but it was not the desire for man and woman Miyava was familiar with; instead, it was a kind of chilling desire for hunting and slaughter by a beast. It seemed that in the eyes of the other, she was not the most beautiful woman of the tribe, but a beautiful deer, or perhaps a bright chicken, worthy of being hunted, with antlers and feathers to be collected...

"Ha! Serpent Mother Chieftain, on account of your surrendering the city, I will give you one last chance!"

"Surrender all the chieftains taken as prisoners, surrender the jurisdiction of the Golden Bay Warriors, and surrender the two Central Temples of the Sun and the Feathered Serpent, waiting for His Highness's disposition!"

"Witness the Chief Divine! This is not a negotiation of the kingdom, but a command of the kingdom!"