The long-missed sunlight poured down from the open sky, illuminating the statue of the God of the Hunt, shimring with the divine golden light. In the temple atop the pyramid, traces of flas and blood still remained, yet the bodies of the priests and temple guards were nowhere to be seen.
At this mont, the Chief Divine’s banner fluttered in the temple, with hundreds of Royal Warriors guarding the pyramid. As the xica Royal Banner of the "Evil Spirit Commander" slowly approached, they all lowered their heads, kneeling on one knee to salute the king ascending the pyramid.
"Chief Divine’s protection! Praise the supre King!"
"Hmm."
Aweit nodded slightly, his expression unchanged. He continued forward, striding into the most revered Grand Hall of the Temple in Tree Snake City as a conqueror. Following him was the low command of the xica Warriors.
"Kneel down! Kneel and pay homage to the supre King!"
Moquihuix, armored and ax in hand, growled in a low voice. In these three days, it was he who led over a hundred Royal Warriors to guard the divine descendants and hereditary nobility of Tree Snake constantly sent near the pyramid. These captives were noble in status and exalted in bloodline, the most important offerings for the grand sacrificial ceremony of victory, and must not be lost.
"You! Why aren’t you kneeling yet?!"
Moquihuix scanned the grand hall, his eyes locking onto the only standing figure. He quickly stepped forward, lifted his foot, and delivered a precise kick.
"Ugh!"
The City Lord of Tree Snake, Okote, suddenly changed his expression, crying out in pain. His knee was struck heavily, instantly losing balance and, with a thud, knelt to the ground.
"You... dare to!... Ugh!"
The City Lord of Tree Snake’s rebuke was not yet finished when his shoulder again suffered a heavy blow. His whole body in extre pain, he fell flat on the ground, forced to prostrate before the approaching king.
"Chief Divine’s protection! Your Majesty, your loyal Warrior, the Military rit Nobility of the Lake Capital City, Veteran Warrior Moquihuix greets you!"
Moquihuix knelt on one knee, pressing against Okote, respectfully saluting the king. While paying the salute, his knee applied force, firmly suppressing the Tree Snake City Lord’s back, rendering him immobile.
"Hmm! Not bad, my loyal Warrior!"
Seeing this scene, Aweit’s face showed a satisfied smile. This was the kind of Warrior he favored, one who could be respectfully loyal, disdain the old nobility, and harbor no other thoughts except loyalty to the king. Even when facing exalted divine descendants, traditional nobility, or foreign demons, he would rcilessly trample them underfoot!
"Moquihuix, I rember, you are the brother of the fallen Vanguard General, Hereditary Noble of the Alliance, Eagle Warrior Moteloki?"
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
Hearing his brother’s na, Moquihuix raised his head. Looking at the supre king in his heart, he was sowhat moved in his expression.
"Chief Divine witness! My brother died fighting for you on the walls of Tree Snake City! And I, too, will die for you!"
"Good! Very good!"
Upon hearing this, Aweit’s expression turned solemn. He observed Moquihuix’s sincere expression, slowly nodding his head.
"Chief Divine’s protection! Your brother will enjoy eternal peace in the red realm. And you, my Warrior, will inherit his glory and fight for !"
"Chief Divine’s protection! Supre Majesty, I am willing to fight for you until death ends!"
Moquihuix bowed deeply, pressing down on the noble Tree Snake City Lord, ticulously paying his respects.
Aweit smiled. Such young, loyal, and fearless minor noble warriors were precisely those he aid to promote.
"Moquihuix, I rember, you entered the city with the defeated warriors and captured two princes of the Tlaxcala people?"
"Yes, Your Majesty! Two divine descendant captives, offered to the supre Chief Divine and you!"
Hearing these two sentences, the dejected City Lord of Tree Snake, Okote, was startled, his expression suddenly changing. Despite his whole body’s pain, he suddenly struggled up.
"Ugh! Ugh! You, what did you just say, two captured divine descendant princes? Ugh!..."
Moquihuix’s expression turned cold, rcilessly. He extended his left palm, striking sharply at the side of Okote’s neck, causing him to imdiately black out, suffering a montary lack of blood supply to the brain, rendering him speechless for the mont.
"Haha!"
Aweit, intrigued, laughed heartily. Then, he lightly shook his head, raising his hand to cease.
"Enough, my Warrior! After all, this is the City Lord of Tree Snake of the Tlaxcala people, leader among the most esteed four... Let him speak standing!"
"As you command, Your Majesty!"
Moquihuix nodded in compliance, then reached out, forcefully lifting the dizzy Okote from the ground. He then took out a fibrous rope, skillfully tying up the Tree Snake City Lord’s hands, eliminating any possible threat.
Aweit extended the Divine Staff, using the hard gemstone tip to lift Okote’s chin. He carefully examined the other’s white teeth, smiling faintly.
"You are the City Lord of Tree Snake, Okote?"
"..."
Okote raised his head, gazing at the xica King right before him. He clenched his fists tight, gritting his teeth, his gaze like daggers, yet he remained silent.
"Hmm?"
Aweit frowned slightly, revealing displeasure. Moquihuix imdiately swung his fist, striking heavily at Okote’s fragile and sensitive flank.
"Ah!"
Okote cried out in pain, his forehead instantly sweating from the agony. His face underwent a rapid change of colors, and only after so ti did he manage to straighten his back, striving to maintain his last dignity.
"Not... wrong! I am the leader of the Tlaxcala people, the honorable divine descendant of Tree Snake, City Lord of Ocotelulco, Elder Okote!... Leader of the xica people, you have colluded with the volcanic demons beneath the earth, launching a desecrating war, you will inevitably face exterminating divine punishnt! Ugh!..."
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