Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America! Chapter 955 - 560: The Victory of Royal Power

The King’s words echoed faintly, like the mountain wind before a storm, sweeping through the lakes of everyone’s hearts, stirring up roaring waves. The vast night wind poured in from the ceiling, carrying the warmth of midsumr, yet inexplicably sending chills through the body.

In the ancient great hall, a mont of silence fell, even the music paused. The previous clamor and cheers suddenly vanished, leaving only the quietly flickering bonfire and the deep dark corners.

Gillim stood in the shadowy corner. His expression was solemn, observing the expressions and movents of the four Legion Commanders, like a snake waiting for the right mont. In his hand, he held tightly a specially made bone whistle. At this mont, as long as he gently blew the whistle, dozens of Secret Guards clad in copper armor would rush in from the concealed side hall...

The four City-State Legion Commanders all wore solemn expressions, maintaining a silent stillness, their movents frozen. In an instant, the great hall was so silent that a pin drop could be heard, even the rhythmic breathing of everyone and the long wind blowing down from the ceiling could be heard.

Commander Pachjo of the Gorge’s Gold clenched his mouth, lowering his head. At this mont, he suddenly thought of the patient hunting of coyotes on the northern plains.

"... A pack of wolves hunts bison without haste. They constantly seek opportunities to inflict bleeding wounds on the fierce bison, slowly draining the prey of life... And King Aweit is hunting us!"

Aweit smiled faintly, his expression calm and detached. His simple smile fell into the eyes of the four like the Wolf King of the wilderness, greedy, ferocious, and rciless!

"Damn it! Step by step, ruthlessly forcing us, each ti slicing off flesh... This Eastern Expedition is the King’s conspiracy!"

Commander Xintle of the Reed Clenched his jaw tight, his body trembling. Beside him, Commander Izel of the Mountain Ranges also looked sullen, pursing his lips without speaking.

"The greedy King wants elite warriors of Third Level and above, two to three hundred of them! ... It’s simply, simply... digging up the roots of the City-State Army!"

No matter which legion, the not nurous Third Level elite Fire Warriors were cherished. They were not only veteran backbones but also lower-ranking officers, guaranteeing the combat power of the legion!

"Heh."

Seeing the silent four, Aweit waited for a mont, his eyes gradually narrowing, and his smile turned dangerous. He first looked at the newly appointed Commander of the Tzompantli, Yunshan Clan Chief Huitzilihuitl, smiling gently as he asked.

"Huitzilihuitl, your Tzompantli legion suffered the heaviest casualties, now there are only a little over two thousand warriors... Is there any difficulty in deploying two hundred elite?"

"..."

Facing the sharp gaze of the King, Huitzilihuitl clenched his fingers, his knees slightly weak. He finally understood that the King’s advance notice of this matter was to make him the first to stand up at this mont, setting an example for the City-State...

However, if he stood up, it would an siding with the King, completely betraying the other legion commanders...

"Hmm? Huitzilihuitl!"

"... Yes! Your Supre King..."

Huitzilihuitl’s plump face twitched as he struggled to respond. His fear and dread of the King had long penetrated deep into his heart.

"The Tzompantli legion... has no difficulties!"

"Good! The Chief Divine blesses you!"

Aweit nodded in satisfaction. Then, he pressed on aggressively, looking at the next commander and asked loudly.

"Mountain Ranges Izel! What about you?!"

"I... This... King..."

The young Izel’s forehead was sweaty, montarily caught in a dilemma. He turned his head to avoid the King’s gaze, only to see Gillim in the corner. Izel’s heart suddenly chilled, thinking of his father’s death...

"The Mountain Ranges legion is willing to offer elite warriors to fight for the King!"

"Not bad! The divinity bless the Mountain Ranges, grant fortune to you!"

Aweit smiled faintly, moving his gaze to Pachjo’s face.

"Pachjo, any problems with the Gorge’s Gold legion?"

"The Chief Divine bless! ... My invincible King..."

In this situation, the tide had already turned. Pachjo sighed secretly, suppressing his surging emotions, and responded respectfully with a salute.

"The Gorge’s Gold warriors are willing to guard by your side!"

Then, Pachjo quietly extended his left foot and nudged Xintle, who remained silent. However unwilling, at this ti, he had to agree readily. Otherwise, the danger of death might be right in front of him...

"Luwei Xintle, now, it’s only you."

Aweit, with a half-smile, stared at Xintle’s unpredictable face, exerting mountainous pressure.

"... Your Majesty, the Reed legion has suffered heavy casualties in two consecutive sieges..."

"Hmm? Xintle... do not fail the protection of the Chief Divine."

Upon hearing this, the King’s eyes suddenly turned cold, and the intent to kill surfaced in his mind. He spoke lightly, interrupting Xintle’s words, even his gaze exuded coldness. The prepared Royal Secret Guards were waiting in the side hall, with Bronze Axes already prepared...

"..."

Xintle’s back grew cold, sensing the threat of death. Several breaths later, he finally lowered his head, surrendering to the Supre King.

"The Reed warriors are willing to fight for the King... This is the glory of the City-State!"

"Haha! Good! The Chief Divine blesses you all!"

Aweit laughed out loud. At this mont, as he looked at the four legion commanders bowing in submission, it felt like drinking the most exquisite holy water, his heart filled with extre satisfaction, truly addicted and imrsed!

He knew that with the montum of victory in the Eastern Expedition, the royal power of the Alliance had ascended to the pinnacle, completely suppressing the local Great Nobility! Once the City-State Army bowed here and surrendered their elite troops, they would grow increasingly weak until they had no strength left to resist!

"This is the taste of power, the supre power that makes everyone bow! ... One day, I will stand above all City-State leaders, deciding their life and death with a single word!... And by then, I will no longer be just the Great Tlatoani of the Alliance, but the true Divine King of the Alliance, the King of Kings!"

Aweit raised the Divine Staff, laughing wildly, like a thunderbolt striking people’s hearts. Then, he waved the staff, turned back to his seat, while all the generals bowed, all kneeling at the King’s feet.

"The Chief Divine bless! Hail the King!"

"God aid the Alliance! Co, let the dancers in!"

Aweit, seated high on the stone throne, smiled as he surveyed the great hall, waving his hand.

"Today is joyous, we won’t leave until we’re drunk... Continue the music, and dance on!"

The joyful music resounded once again in the great hall, continuing the celebration of victory. And the graceful dance twinkled at the banquet, leaving people dazzled and srized.

King Aweit drank fine wine, watching the dance, smiling contentedly. He enjoyed the blessings of the generals, savoring the victory of royal power, feeling sowhat intoxicated.

"The pleasure of the King is to be above all people! Whether it’s the leaders of the various City-States, the High Priests in the Capital City, or..."

In the King’s hazy eyes, a young and valiant face suddenly flashed. He was slightly stunned, shook his head, and the face disappeared again, sinking into the complex mories.

The lights were bright, with songs and dances surrounding. In the palace of Tree Snake City, the generals drank cheerfully until dawn, each harboring different thoughts, all eventually passed out at the banquet. The grand banquet went on through the night, joyful shouts scattered with the wind. Until dawn ca, the old night drew to an end, and a new red sun was rising from the East.