Raging flames burned everywhere, belching billows of thick smoke. Low-lying Shamu City had already fallen, layered corpses collapsed throughout the city. Beneath the blood-red setting sun, this Tecos city-state with its long history had been shrouded in merciless slaughter!
At this moment, whether the Tlaxcala warriors, the Guamar Dog-kin servant army, the Chapala Purepecha servant army, or the surrendered troops of the North Tecos tribes, all were cutting down and plundering without restraint, destroying the last resistance of the North Tecos tribes.
Throughout Shamu City, desperate blood and fire were everywhere. Only at the central round-hill pyramid stood two thousand Mexica Warriors guarding with golden spears. These Golden Spear Warriors, who had grown out of the Spear Militia, were fully armed and gripping three-meter spears, standing unmoving amid the plunder sweeping the entire city. They possessed discipline stricter than ordinary warrior legions, and followed even more loyally the leader from when they were first founded—the Divine Monkey legion commander, Kuluka!
Under the guard of the golden spears, the ancient Temple of the gods stood high atop the round-hill pyramid. This Temple's style was extremely old, with distinct and gorgeous Toltec carvings, and even scattered residual traces from the age of Teotihuacan.
At this moment, the Great Lake Legion commander, Great Chieftain Divine Monkey Kuluka, stood in the center of the Temple of the gods. He raised his head, hands clasped behind his back, looking at the countless familiar-seeming carvings of old gods on those timeworn walls. And beneath the cold gazes of countless old gods, he slowly lowered his head and looked down at the strong chieftain forced to kneel before him—one of the few surviving God-descendants among the North Tecos tribes, the lord of Shamu City, Shakos.
"The merciful Main God witnesses all! Shakos, you style yourself the 'Sand