The night was deep and dark, with black clouds shrouding the sky. The drizzle ca and went, and the firelight flickered intermittently. The convergence of this light and rainy night inexplicably brought to mind sacrifice and death.
Old Militia Chiwaco stood on the height of the Cloud Serpent’s rear village, holding the hand of the Dark Snake with a dim complexion. The two silently watched as those familiar yet indistinct figures walked across the rope bridge connecting the two villages. They couldn’t hear any sound, only seeing those familiar figures carrying weapons, disappearing for a mont before reappearing. Then, the elite Imperial Guards, like jaguars before the hunt, moved forward silently. They traveled along the narrow path, wide enough for one person, arriving at the opposite side one by one. And when a sufficient number of jaguars, the symbol of death, gathered, the true ruthless massacre began!
"Blessed by the Chief Divine! The Imperial Guard Legion has invaded the front village, and the Black Snake has done well!... This last front village of the Cloud Serpent will fall completely tonight!... Haha! After tonight, the last resistance of the Tlaxcalans will cease to exist!"
Priest kate, with excitent on his face, walked to the side of Old Militia Chiwaco, smilingly said.
"The two thousand Cloud Serpent Divine Descendant priests and noble warriors on the opposite side are the core remnants who fled and gathered here from 1.2 million Tlaxcalans of the Four States. They are the divine enemies resisting the Alliance to the end!..."
"Witnessed by the Chief Divine! Head Warrior Bertade has already given the order... Such stubborn and persistent enemies must be completely eradicated, leaving not one behind!..."
"And the surrendered Black Snake Teuctli also needs to stain his hands with blood, sacrifice the Cloud Serpent Divine Descendants in the oldest Cloud Serpent Holy Temple, scorn the Cloud Serpent idol, betray the tribal ancestors, and finally hold a blood oath conversion... to show his true resolve to pledge allegiance to the Alliance Kingdom and convert to the Supre Main God!"
"Oh Chief Divine! Not one left... the command of the Head Warrior... the conversion of the Black Snake..."
Hearing this, the eyes of the old militia flickered, and he nodded silently. He felt the trembling of the young Dark Snake beside him, squeezed the other’s hand firmly, and gently reassured him.
"Child... don’t worry! Since the Kingdom has given your father a chance to convert, no matter how harsh the conditions, even if he has to personally sacrifice his clansn... it’s truly to fulfill a promise so that you may survive..."
Upon hearing these words, the young Dark Snake trembled once more before barely calming down. He slightly raised his head, eyes filled with hope, and looked at the omnipotent Old Chi in his heart.
"Old Chi!... The Cloud Serpent Divine Descendants in the front village... do they all have to die?..."
Hearing this, old Militia Chiwaco lowered his eyes without answering. Only after a long ti, did he softly humd in acknowledgnt from his nose.
"Hmm... it is the cost..."
"Ah? The cost?..."
"Yes. It’s the cost for the Divine, the cost from the Cloud Serpent divine to the Chief Divine..."
The long wind blew, bringing with it the sll of rain and blood. Old Militia Chiwaco took a deep breath and spoke softly, his eyes turning vicissitude.
"Witnessed by the Chief Divine! For the replacent of the Divine... these last and most direct Cloud Serpent Divine Descendants must die!... And with their death, the Tlaxcalans and the xica can rge into one... just like the Purpecha people and the xica..."
"But... but... Chief Divine... Enlightening Chief Divine..."
The young Dark Snake lowered his head, his eyes faintly shimring. A strong sense of guilt surged in his heart, as in his understanding, his father, the Black Snake, opened the gate and led the xica legion into the city because of him... At this mont, he didn’t know what to say, only knowing what Old Chi said might be right. Only after a long ti, did he raise his head again, praying and asking.
"Oh Supre Main God, descend your rciful light! Old Chi, if all the tribes under heaven believed in the Supre Main God!... Would this slaughter then stop?"
"If the faith of the world united..."
Old Militia Chiwaco’s gaze was deep, contemplating for a long ti, yet he still gently shook his head.
"No! Dark Snake, slaughter and war are the reality of this world, they are the eternally unceasing tides... Even if all tribes’ faiths converged, such wars would still continue... surging from the center of this world to the edges of the Northern Continent, Southern Continent, and the sea islands!"
"Of course, by that ti, the Telascallans and the xica will beco one, and there will be no more slaughter..."
"Ah!... Old Chi... the world is so vast, surely... surely... there’s a place without slaughter, only peace and beauty, sowhere?"
Upon hearing Dark Snake’s trembling question, the old militia Chiwaco fell silent for a long ti, his eyes becoming hollow. He gazed into the dark east, thinking of those distant islands over the sea, and recalling the food-laden, simple and kind-hearted, singing and joyful, unaware of slaughter, Taino people.
"Chief Divine bless! Such a place naturally exists, right on Snake Island in the Eastern Sea, those simple Taino villages... Dark Snake, I have been there, you have been there, we all rember it! Rember the goodness there..."
"It’s just, according to the prophecy of Divine Revelation, it’s uncertain how long such peace can last... After all, peaceful tribes are always so fragile in front of warring tribes, confronted by the more terrifying prophecy of the white-skinned..."
"Chief Divine bless! The Taino people of Cuba... beautiful yet fragile peace..."
The young Dark Snake stood in a daze for a mont, reminiscing about the tropical islands in his mory, those peaceful Taino villages and tribes, unable to hide the yearning on his face. Would the Northern Continent, where his father is about to head, also be as peaceful and beautiful?...
However, when he snapped back to reality, looking at the deep night in front of him, it was as if he saw again, the blood color spreading under the night. In the blood color of the night, many scattered flas flickered, echoing with the fervent shouts of the Imperial Guard Warriors and the dying wails of the Cloud Serpent Divine Descendants!
"Chief Divine bless! He watches over us! This is the final Divine War, to extinguish the faith of the Cloud Serpent! ...Kill! Kill these wicked Cloud Serpent Divine Descendants! Not one of them shall remain!..."
"Oh supre Cloud Serpent! We beseech You! Grant the Divine Power among the clouds, bring down thunderbolts and flas, destroy these fierce xica, destroy these shaless traitors! ...Ah! Ah! Groan!"
Slaughter and screams, in the night wind, urgent yet intermittent, like a song rising and falling, singing the elegy of destruction and death. The youth, Dark Snake, listened in a daze, indeed hearing the final elegy of the Cloud Serpent Priests, which was in Tlaxcallan Nava, a language almost identical to the xica Language. Only at this mont, the priests’ singing was more desolate and ancient, also with a taste of death and decay during the Wilderness’s Divine Disaster.
"Oh-hahahaho! ...Oh supre Cloud Serpent, flying over the high mountains! Oh spirits of the ancestors, dwelling on the high clouds! ...The dark shadow throws its veil over Cloud Mountain, the heritage tribe will be destroyed this night. All that is most ancient and sacred, destined to perish within destiny. This is the end of the Era, the final mont, an irreversible occurrence!"
"Oh-hahahaho! ...Oh heartless Divine Disaster, incarnate in the volcanic xica! Oh brave God of the Hunt, devoured by the volcanic demon!"
"Unyielding Cloud Serpent Fortress, it has reached the end of the road of death. And the towering, continuous mountains, they too shall fall into the vile jaws of Mother Earth..."
"Oh-hahahaho! ...The tribe’s death follows like a shadow, the tribe’s soul falls into the Black Abyss. All Gods are already dead! All Gods have already departed! ...This is the despairing end of days! It’s the ti of ancient hearts breaking..."
"Oh-hahahaho! ...Let us light the fire, follow the fading All Gods! Let our souls beco firelight, soaring to the sky of the Divine Kingdom! ...Fly now, carry on, journey to the Divine Kingdom! Oh-hahahaho! ...Ah!!!..."
The drifting elegy gradually grew in intensity, transitioning from desolation to frenzy! Then, a vast blaze abruptly ignited from the highest point of the front camp, the Cloud Serpent Temple, and in the drizzling rain, stained with the blue fla of the dead!
"Stone of the Dead, the blue fire of death, the pathway to the Divine Kingdom! Ah!..."
The piercing wails and shouts, burning together with the blue fla. However, this abruptly rising fla evidently lacked fuel, becoming weak. It burst and blazed for a mont, but was unable to ignite the rain-soaked temple during the rainy season, instead, slowly and gradually diminishing...
"Been besieged for too long... there’s no fuel left in the Holy Temple..."
The young Dark Snake murmured to himself, large tears rolling down his eyes. He didn’t know why he cried, clearly, he stood on the side of the victors, having obtained the kingdom’s title and rewards. He simply cried silently, watching the large force of Imperial Guard Warriors extinguish the flas, surging into the last Cloud Serpent Temple. Then, but a few breaths later, a victorious shout, carrying uncontrollable elation, pierced through the clouds and ca forth!
"Haha! Chief Divine bless! Chief Divine bless!!..."
"I, the kingdom’s Imperial Guard, Vanguard Warrior Quetz, offered the most sacred sacrifice, severed the head of the Cloud Snake City Lord Tepectl! Tepectl’s head!!..."
"Hahaha! The Chief Divine bears witness! The Cloud Serpent Divine Descendants of Tlaxcala, are extinguished at this mont!!..."
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