Sunlight long unseen fell from the open zenith, shining upon the statue of the God of the Hunt and flashing with divine golden light. In the temple atop the pyramid, traces of fire and blood still remained; only the bodies of the priests and temple guards were gone.
At this moment, the Main God's banner fluttered in the temple, and hundreds of Royal Warriors were standing guard above and below the pyramid. And when the Mexica royal banner of the "Commander of Evil Spirits" slowly approached, they all lowered their heads together, went down on one knee, and saluted the king as he ascended the pyramid.
"Blessings of the Main God! Praise the supreme king!"
"Mm."
Avet nodded slightly, his expression unchanged. Without breaking stride, he walked with the bearing of a conqueror into the most revered temple hall in Tree Snake City. Then came the low commands of the Mexica Warriors.
"Everyone, kneel! Kneel and pay homage to the supreme king!"
Moqihui wore armor and carried an axe as he growled in a low voice. Over these three days, it had been he who led more than a hundred Royal Warriors to guard the Tree Snake divine descendants and hereditary nobles continuously escorted near the pyramid. These captives were of noble status and exalted bloodline, the most important sacrifices for the great victory ceremony, and nothing could be allowed to go wrong.
"You! Why are you still not kneeling?!"
Moqihui swept his gaze around the hall and saw the only standing figure; his eyes instantly hardened. He strode forward, lifted his foot, and delivered a precise kick.
"Urgh!"
The expression of Ocotelulco's city lord Ocot changed abruptly, and he cried out in pain. The bend of his leg had taken a heavy blow; he instantly lost his balance and,