Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

The sun hung low, with layers of clouds painted in gold and red, and the woodland horizon was tinted with floating light. Blazing flames burned within the city-state, and against the backdrop of the fiery red sun, the Forest Wolf Mayakun carried his nephew's head and approached Black Wolf, kneeling on one knee.

"Respected Great Chief Black Wolf, I present to you the head of the traitor Chieftain Masal!"

Black Wolf Torc nodded and reached out to take the dripping head. He gazed at it for a moment, observing the wide-eyed expression of anger, and shook his head regretfully.

"He did not beg for mercy before death, which makes him a brave Samurai. But he burned the food, so I cannot let you keep him. His fate should be shown to all as a warning!"

"Go! Mique, erect a tall pole outside the city and tie up his head to be pecked by birds! Then let the accompanying Priest perform a ceremony, sprinkling his body with sulfur, burning it with the eerie blue flame of the undead. Finally, throw the burned remains into the nearest black oil pit!"

"Remember to have the leaders of the surrendered army watch! Tell them, the Chief Divine's power is vast! Even a soul destined for the Fake God's kingdom can fall utterly!"

"Yes, Leader!"

Upon hearing Black Wolf's command, the red-haired Hunter Mique respectfully acknowledged. Accompanied by a few trusted aides, he carried the head and the headless corpse to deal with it immediately. Meanwhile, beside him, Forest Wolf Mayakun trembled slightly upon hearing it, deep fear showing in his sorrowful eyes.

Black Wolf showed no expression, paying no mind to Forest Wolf's reaction. He looked out to the wild lands outside the city, where tens of thousands of Coyote Tribe captives were kneeling in a dense crowd.

"Chabo, when the legion entered the city earlier, did they find any food?"

"Leader, the fire was so intense, the legion only searched for a short while. The warriors were all grabbing valuable fabrics, spices, and gemstones. As for food... only after the fire is extinguished can it be searched..."

The red-haired trusted aide Chabo lowered his head, his voice growing quieter as he spoke. Looking at the face of the Black Wolf Commander-in-Chief, he tugged at his hair, unable to resist adding a comment.

"Leader, without food, there's simply no way to sustain so many mouths! Rather than letting them starve to death, it would be better for them to eat each other... Anyway, the tribes on the wilderness, when there's no food, always do it this way..."

"Moreover, the wilderness warriors in the legion aren't picky, and the two thousand White Snake warriors of Olin are the same..."

"Get lost!"

"Uh? Leader?"

"Get out!"

"Yes!"

The red-haired trusted aide Chabo scratched his head and rolled on the ground twice, swiftly withdrawing to the side. He knew the Leader's temper; when he asked them to leave, it meant a firm decision without negotiation.

With a composed face, Black Wolf Torc coldly looked at the captives. After a moment, he showed no expression and gave a cold order.

"All captives, draw lots for execution, every eleventh one."

Upon hearing these words, Forest Wolf Mayakun's tense heart slightly relaxed. With over twenty thousand tribespeople, drawing lots for execution meant killing over two thousand people. Though numerous, it didn't exceed his expectations. However, can the supply food be transported so quickly from behind?

As Forest Wolf was pondering, the cold voice spoke again, making him tremble all over as if plunged into an icy cavern.

"Three rounds."

"Ah!"

Black Wolf Torc turned his head, cold eyes casting a glance at the startled Forest Wolf. He looked at the other's evasive gaze and spoke cruelly.

"Drawing executions, three rounds. The first round, kill two thousand directly, as punishment for burning grain, with no forgiveness! In the second and third rounds, those selected are allowed to identify others from the unselected. Identifying a Divine Descendant saves fifty lives per person. Identifying a Priest saves twenty lives per person. Identifying an ordinary warrior resisting the army saves one life per person!"

"Selection for execution will follow the old rules. Look at the teeth; whiter ones and less worn first. Sharp eyes with prominent muscles first. Calloused tiger palms and index fingers first... Additionally, from today, add a new rule. Those with traces of Divine Smoke on their bodies or teeth, kill them first! No saving of lives!"

After speaking, Black Wolf squinted at the fearful Forest Wolf and asked deeply.

"Do you understand, Forest Wolf?"

"I... understand."

Forest Wolf pursed his lips and nodded with difficulty. He didn't know why Black Wolf Commander-in-Chief asked him. He only understood that after such a brutal three rounds, all Divine Descendants, Priests, Chieftains, and warriors within the Coyote Tribe would be wiped out!... Thinking of this, he mustered courage, raised his head, and earnestly pleaded with the cold, merciless Black Wolf Commander-in-Chief.

"Witness of the Chief Divine! Respected Black Wolf Chieftain, the Coyote Tribe is willing to fight for the Kingdom and lay down their lives for the Chief Divine... Please raise your hand slightly, spare the warriors within the tribe..."

"Oh? Forest Wolf, you want me to raise my hand?"

Upon hearing this, Black Wolf Torc's mouth curled up. He looked at the pleading Forest Wolf, seemingly having anticipated it.

"Alright!"

"Black Wolf Leader, I know the sins committed by the tribe... I swear to the Chief Divine, sincerely pleading to you..."

Forest Wolf fell to his knees, hands on the ground. He was about to plead again but suddenly trembled, looking up in disbelief.

"Witness of the Chief Divine! You just said, alright?"

"Yes, I said alright."

Black Wolf grinned, with teeth showing. His green eyes fixed on the astonished Forest Wolf, and his smile grew wider.

"Forest Wolf, I'll give you a quota of one thousand men! You're permitted to select five hundred from each batch of two thousand chosen for the second and third rounds."

"Then, you will lead them, in front of the Coyote tribespeople, personally execute! Kill all remaining fifteen hundred per batch, leaving none alive!"

"After killing them, these one thousand will be your camp! Forest Wolf Camp!"

Upon hearing the Black Wolf Commander-in-Chief's words, Forest Wolf Mayakun's face instantly fell into dead silence.

"In front of the Coyote Tribe... choose one thousand drawn warriors, slaughter three thousand tribespeople of the native tribe? This? This!..."

"What, you don't want to?"

Black Wolf Torc's brow furrowed, and a cold murderous aura surged forth, making Forest Wolf feel icy all over.

"Forest Wolf, you're courageous enough, devout enough. I admire you, so I've given you this opportunity."

"But after all, you're from a Totonac Chieftain background, once had a tribe, and haven't proven your loyalty. You Totonac people are deep in thought, perhaps someone pretends to change their beliefs, wanting to wait for the future..."

Black Wolf squinted again, observing the expression on Forest Wolf's face and said softly.

"Of course, if you truly don't want to, I won't force you. There will always be someone willing to replace your position among the surrendered Coyote Tribe..."

"... Like Masal, replacing me?... Choice?..."

Forest Wolf Mayakun was silent for a long time, his eyes gradually reddening, and his expression distorted. Despair surfaced on his face, then ferocity followed despair. He knew once the upcoming task was done, there was no turning back. Yet, at this moment, faced with two paths of choice, he hesitated only for a brief moment, abandoning the hopes prayed for countless times, heading toward profound darkness. This speed of abandoning and choosing was so fast it even surprised himself!

"Witness of the Chief Divine! I, Forest Wolf Mayakun, am willing to die for the Chief Divine, die for the Death God Temple, and die for Black Wolf Leader!"

Forest Wolf clenched the Sun Amulet around his neck, gritting his teeth and praying vehemently, with an unprecedented sincerity.

"Black Wolf Leader, I will definitely find and kill the Priest of Hidden Serpent City!"

"Very good!"

Black Wolf Torc nodded in satisfaction, appreciation flowing in his eyes.

"Take my bronze axe, go kill! When the blade gets dulled, you'll be granted a new one! Remember your name, the wolf in the woods!"

Forest Wolf pursed his lips, prostrating on the ground again. Then he silently carried the blood-dripping bronze axe, walking toward the dense crowd of kneeling captives. They were once his tribe, but soon, they wouldn't be...

As the sun dipped westward, gradually hidden among the jungle. The blood-red sky was like the earth's projection in the sky. In the projection, there were cries of panic and fear, despair as death descended, and curses calling out to Divine spirits. Then, all fearful sounds faded in death, leaving only an expanse of blood-red, disappearing into the gradually encroaching darkness~