Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!-Chapter 1593 - 1132: The End of Unification, A Brand New Era!

The Sun God lowered His eyes, allowing the night to cover the mountains and seas. And when He opened them again, His gaze moved from the North Latitude 38-degree West Mountain Port to the North Latitude 19-degree Lake Capital City. There, the reflection of the Golden Stone small temple in the golden mountain bay flickered into the Mexica Great Temple, magnificent by Lake Texcoco!

"The sunrise ascends, blood-red is the attention of the divine! Supreme Main God, He sends forth the blood-red divine prophecy to the world!..."

At the seventy-meter-high pinnacle of the Great Temple, a fire several meters high ignited, carrying the burning aura of sacrifices. Tens of thousands of people, densely packed, gathered around the Great Temple, devoutly awaiting the Oracle from the divine.

"Ah! The gods have arrived!..."

High Priest Uguel raised his stained red hands and fervently sang, dancing around the sacred flame. After a quarter-hour of ritual dance, he trembled violently, kneeling at the feet of the Divine King.

"The gods have arrived! He descends into the divine body of the Divine King, and through the Divine King's mouth, He proclaims to the world!… Supreme Main God! Please guide the Mexica!..."

"Supreme Main God! We implore your guidance!..."

The ear-shattering pleas echoed from hundreds of Alliance Priests, cascading downwards into hundreds of thousands of fervent voices!

"Supreme Main God! Supreme Divine King! We beg of you!..."

In the earth-shaking chants, God King Avit rose from the throne, ascending step by step to the topmost Divine Platform. Then, he raised the yellow gemstone Divine Staff, looking up at the rising sun. With his motion, over two hundred thousand people fell silent in an instant. All bore looks of expectation and tension, awaiting the dialogue between the Divine King and the Main God, and likewise waiting for the divine guidance that could steer the Great Alliance.

"The Main God says! This year is a bountiful year; He will grant us a harvest!..."

God King Avit in divine regalia stood expressionless, solemn as a deity. He stood at the highest point in the Lake Capital City, above tens of thousands, and pronounced the divine decree that would determine the Alliance. And hundreds of Alliance Priests echoed the sacred edict, their voices resounding across the vast lake sky, entering the ears of tens of thousands.

"The Main God says! He has granted four years of bounty, bestowed upon tens of thousands of newborn children! Abundance, prosperity, and new birth are the rewards for the eastern expedition against the Telascallan, sacrifices of the Cloud Serpent Divine Descendant!..."

"However, our recompense is complete!… To achieve next year's harvest, to bring forth more children, we need to offer new sacrifices to the Main God!... The Main God desires new blood, from the blood of the divine race!!..."

"Supreme Main God, He has swallowed the Cloud Serpent and gained more powerful force! His gaze turns towards the southern Land Amidst the Clouds, He wants to consume the Cloud People's Rain Divine!!..."

Upon hearing such a divine edict, silence pervaded the vast Temple Plaza. Two hundred thousand Mexica held their breath, showed sincere yearning, and their eyes gradually bore a faint red, like the flames beginning to kindle. They listened to the Divine King atop the heights, proclaiming that bloody decree in the name of the divine. They looked forward to a new Divine War, to validate their faith with dedication, to bring back abundant wealth from conquest, and to offer transformative opportunities!

"The Main God says! He desires a Divine War, we must fight for the divine!!..."

Xiulote, dressed in ceremonial attire, stood at the forefront of the Alliance's Great Nobility. He pursed his lips, gazing up at Avit atop the pyramid, his face calm with expectation, yet his heart surged with yearning. As a Cabinet Minister of the Alliance, he knew the content of the divine decree long before, and his waiting and yearning differed from everyone else's...

"The Main God says! The target of this Divine War! Is the southern Cloud People, the Tlapanec tribes, the Mistec tribes, and the Zapotec tribes!!..."

"Ah!!..."

"Boom boom boom boom!..."

Surprised and excited waves rose below the Great Temple, then was hidden in the thunderous sound of cannons, like the ocean's swells disappearing into a stormy sky! Within these waves were countless cries, a multitude of emotions, leaving no discernment, only the feeling of blood-red agitation and frenzy!

"The Chief Divine speaks! The Divine War commences, at this moment, right here and now! Southward to the Cloud Central Tribes, not to die!... "

"The Divine War commences, not to die!... "

After the thunderous sound of cannons, God King Avit once again raised the Divine Staff. This time, he pointed the staff southward, as if directing the burning and devouring path of Mexica's blood and fire!

"Fight for the Divine, conquer all the Cloud Central Tribes, sacrifice all of the Cloud Divine Race!... Divine War! Conquest! Blood Sacrifice!..."

"Divine War! Conquest! Blood Sacrifice!..."

"Roar! Attack the Cloud Central Tribes, embark on the expedition!!..."

"Roar! Embark on the expedition!!..."

The scorching flames finally rose from the boiling earth, burning across the surface of Lake Texcoco, spreading throughout the azure sky. Those fervent shouts, like rushing thunderbolts, roared together, shooting towards the dim South!

In the shouts and gazes of two hundred thousand people, one thousand Jaguar Warriors, four thousand Royal Warriors, formed neat long lines, clad in platinum and dark green armor, holding aloft copper spears like forests of gold, marching towards the Long Bridge in the south of the Capital City!

They are the most elite standing warriors, the vanguard of the alliance's army of one hundred thousand, and the fire arrows shot from the bow! As for the targets these fire arrows are set to ignite, it is not the fortified city-states, but the farmland of the Cloud Central Tribes...

"Divine protection! The cruel war of conquest begins again! The unification of Central America comes to its conclusion!... The Tlapanec, Mistec, Zapotecs, the three ancient Cloud Central Tribes... these Cloud People, who have existed for millennia, are the targets of the alliance's conquest!..."

Xiulote watched the vanguard warriors rushing southward and seemed to see a flowing Blood River. That is the blood of the Cloud Central Tribes, ready to flow wantonly in hunger and slaughter...

During the approaching harvest season, these departing standing warriors intend for the Cloud Central Tribes' yearly harvest to turn to nothingness amid blood and fire! And over one hundred thousand warrior militia, forming a more surging alliance flood, will head south after the harvest!

"Divine protection! The Mexica flood of blood and fire is destined to drown every resistant Southern City-State, conquer the two million Cloud Central Tribes! This is the end of unification, and a brand new era is about to begin!"

Xiulote's expression was solemn as he gazed at the distant horizon. Yet, amidst mumbling whispers, his gaze gradually shifted from the vast southern mountain forest to the sea-hidden east...

Eastward, what lies in the east? Eastward are the valleys of the Telascallan, the towering Smoke Peak Divine Mountain, and the perilously difficult-to-attack Cloud Serpent Mountain City. Further east lies the Tototanak people's seaside, the prosperous Golden Bay City, the supply-carrying Hidden Serpent City...

Continuing eastward, there lies the middle Maya coast, the Plains City allied with the kingdom, and the Brocade Snake City now reduced to ruins. Following the path of slaughter along the coast extending northward is the burning Lowland Maya!

The Black Wolf Army stained with blood on their copper spears, the howling pursuing Putun auxiliary army, all chase the defeated Tail Feather Clan. Meanwhile, the Canul Lineage occupying the western Yucatan Peninsula has already suffered defeat in several spring skirmishes, having been forced to cede the territory of Salt Village, surrendering the coastal marching route. At this moment, the kingdom's army, faithful to the Chief Divine, has reached the northern coast of Lowland Maya, letting all the coastal Maya Clan divine descendants feel true terror and strength for the first time!...

Moving east from Lowland Maya, across the surging waves, lies the peach blossom-like Great Island of Cuba. Hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of Taino Tribes are in their last peaceful sleep. These peaceful and friendly Taino Tribes are unaware of the changes of the era and have yet to hear the thunderbolts of blood and fire. The only thing that feels different to them is the gradually spreading beliefs of the Longboat Tribe to the east of the Great Island and the three patrolling trading longships seen by many tribes. Those three longships docked at the only trading town on Cuba Snake Island, established by the Longboat Tribe - "Iron Bay Town"!

And further east, past Haiti Island, the Windward Islands, into the vast North Atlantic, against the direction of the northeast trade winds... The endless blue sea, like an infinite blue desert, burying ancient quiet and barrenness. After countless years of dead silence and barrenness, the old desert has finally welcomed the traces of the first sea ships!

A Clark Sailing Ship, two Light Sailing Ships, all erecting three or four masts, hanging the fluttering flags of Castile, like hedgehogs arching through the sea. Some masts display triangular sails, and some bear rectangular sails, utilizing different wind directions. At this moment, these sails are fully inflated, with the exploratory sea ships speeding forward like swift seabirds...

With the northeast trade winds ceaselessly blowing, this exploration fleet from the Kingdom of Castile maintains a speed of over six knots, steering toward the deepest and most unknown depths of the ocean! They know not whether distant lands exist or the distance they yet must traverse. They cannot imagine what kind of world or future lies awaiting at the end of the ocean!...