.Volume 7, The Horn of Destruction, One, The Beating Heart

Just as the old black dragon Holmes was enthusiastically directing the painter to dress himself up to welcome the wedding ceremony that seemed like a third-rate comedy. `````` A grand celebration was also held in a city hundreds of miles away - but what was staged there was a creepy bloody horror film...

The southern shore of Lake Moon, the royal territory, the port city of Tijuanako

Under the dazzling sunshine, this largest city of the Incas is in a state of jubilation.

Accompanied by melodious horns and fierce drum beats, the King of the Alpine Tkumse, wearing an exaggerated colorful feather crown, came out of the castle door in the crowd of dressed guards. He stood at the door and waved to everyone, and then slowly walked towards the long-clogged pyramid altar in the center of the city.

The huge square in front of the pyramid was now full of people. In order to watch this rare ceremony, the 150,000 residents of Tijuanaco were almost intrigued. A bright black hawk military flag was waving around the square in the wind, and soldiers wearing silver armor held axes and spears, trying their best to maintain the disorderly order in the square. The vendors pushed small cars full of drinks, fruits and pastries, and were hawking among the bustling crowds. The band played ancient and mysterious religious music vigorously, but were always overwhelmed by the tide noise.

Amid the crowds of people, Tecumse solemnly climbed the small platform of the pyramid. Seeing the monarch's gorgeous ceremonial guard, all the Incas quickly became quiet. Tecumse was very satisfied with this, but the expression on his face remained unchanged. He just came straight to the throne with the animal skins, and sat down with his eyes narrowed.

It has been completed for nearly five centuries of ancient pyramids. It looks extremely majestic in the sun, and its reddish-brown appearance seems to be soaked with dried blood. Since Tecumsey ascended the throne more than 20 years ago, the cruel and barbaric large-scale living sacrifices have been basically abolished in his direct territory. This pyramid, which was once watered by human blood, has gradually become deserted, and even become overgrown and peeled off.

It was not until the recent days that the pyramids of Tijuanaco were hastily renovated to welcome a new round of cruel killings and an unprecedented massacre. At this moment, a long queue of prisoners has extended from the foot of the pyramid to the outside of the city, and a long dragon of several kilometers was formed. Among these prisoners, some were the elves captured on the battlefield of the Temple of Time, but more were the national rebellions captured in recent days, with a total of exactly 6,000 people. In order to please a noble existence with a number of obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Thousands of fully armed Inca guards were escorting these poor worms who were about to become sacrifices with guns expressionlessly. The sacrifices who had been pre-used with numbing drugs were strung into a long line with ropes and wooden sticks. The expressions were coldly waiting for the arrival of fate. More than one hundred Inca priests and witches with bare feet tattooed bare feet jumped around in the middle of the captive queue, shaking drums and bells, shouting loudly, while applying the sacrifices to blue with dyes... This is the custom from the Mayans--the gods like blue gifts. Dance can inspire emotions. Before placing the sacrifices onto the pyramid, they have to toss and make such a noisy to liven up the atmosphere.

As these guys who were used to sacrifice were escorted to the pyramid, the crowd in the square became excited again, but Tkumse, who was on the throne of the high throne, had an extremely dim look at the moment.

As a monarch who has received a complete foreign civilization education and is proficient in many languages, he does not like cruel and barbaric sacrifices at all. In this chaotic era of war in various countries, simply massacre of prisoners is not a big deal. But if you treat it as a grand celebration, and use such a barbaric and perverted killing method... When you think of this, Tecumse felt his stomach squirming and he almost vomited.

Since he became the master of this plateau, he has tried hard to change this brutal and bloodthirsty backward custom. The main purpose is not for humanitarianism, but for economic considerations. The Incas live in generally large areas with sparse populations and very precious labor. It would be fine to kill a few prisoners for sacrifice, but killing so many at once... It would be a waste! Don't use prisoners of war as labor! If you use them to honor the gods, where does the hard work in mines and farms come from?

What's more, the situation of the Incas is completely different from that of the Mayans and the Aztecs. They do not believe in the feathered snake god Kukurkan, who is fond of blood food. As a foreign household registration, Amanatta has no habit of accepting blood sacrifices at all. The totems of each tribe actually have a small appetite, and they cannot be digested by too many living sacrifices, so they can only be wasted.

Therefore, over the past twenty years, Tkumse has been suppressing the sacrificial work of living people. Even if it is impossible to ban it, it must reduce its scale as much as possible, and gradually change from public display to secret activities... However, now he is at the end of his journey and has to pinch his nose and turn back his previous history.

What's even more terrible is that in order to temporarily cover up this disgraceful cooperation, this ceremony was carried out by the Holy Black Hawk totem that worshipped the royal family. The monarch himself is the high priest of the Holy Black Hawk, and he will have to take charge of it himself later...

Tecumse sighed faintly, withdrew his gaze from the captives, and turned to look at the girl in red who followed him, "Azhisha, let's start!" he called softly.

After hearing this, the pale girl quickly took a gin-painted wine cup made of human skull from the guards and brought it to her father tremblingly. Tekumse smiled bitterly, put his fingers into the basin, and then applied it to his forehead and face. His old face suddenly turned blood red.

Princess Azhisha raised the wine cup and sprinkled the remaining blood onto the steps of the pyramid. Several tall priests then rang the giant drum covered with human skin, and the crowds surging in the square suddenly started to clamor again.

Tecumse stood up from the throne and climbed the ancient jade-sharpened pulpit in the center of the pyramid. This seemed to be a common example. All countries that had long implemented the city-state system were very enthusiastic about speeches. Instead of speaking impatiently, he turned his head gracefully. He glanced at the surging square with a sharp gaze. Through a magic mirror that came from the auspicious sign, his face was magnified hundreds of times and then projected into the void above the pyramid. The sharp eyes seemed to pierce the heart of a person, so that his eyes swept across the ground, and the crowd could not help but calm down.

At a rough look, His Majesty Tecomsey is not a particularly dazzling person: medium-sized, gray-haired, thin, and slightly hunched back... However, if you look closely at his face, you will see the firmness of his face, which can even make people feel afraid! And those slightly turbid black eyes are full of the mighty and fearlessness of fighting all directions, the elegance and strength of smiling at the wind and clouds, and there seems to be a little bit of vicissitudes and loneliness...

This is the famous king of mountains, the immortal bird on the battlefield of the New World, a person who has been mythological in a sense! Even though he is at the lowest point in his life, he is still so heroic from the outside. So tenacious and so charming, as if he is born with a leader style!

"Everyone!" Tkumse began his speech with a sad tone. Several magical earth crystals stored in the amplified sound were moved together, amplifying his words to the clear and clear of the audience. "This is a sad era! Droughts and locust plagues have destroyed our crops, and powerful invasions are moving forward step by step. The abominable traitors are making waves in the rear, and our great sun goddess Yingti, also fell into a long sleep under the despicable sneak attack of the enemy!"

The crowds in the square bowed their heads and said nothing, and they were all evident about the deterioration of the situation in recent times. The rampant harassment of the elves fleet on Moon Lake has almost caused the largest commercial city on the plateau to fall into depression and paralysis, and even porters at the port have begun to lose their jobs in large numbers.

"But please don't be afraid! I always think that our soldiers are still brave! Our people are still strong!"

Taking the expressions of everyone into his eyes, the King of the Mountain sighed slightly. The originally slightly hoarse and clear tone, which was as texture as pure gold, became more and more high-pitched, "As long as we can unite, there is nothing in this world that can stop us! Only by expelling foreign enemies and eliminating traitors can we become the masters of our own destiny! Freedom and happiness are never given by others, nor at no cost! For this country and our descendants, let us continue to fight bravely with the belief of victory!"

Ignoring the tsunami of the treble in the square, Tecumsey further raised his voice, "Now, bring all those sinful invasions and traitors who despise the life and death of the nation, and accept God's punishment! May these fresh bloods can sublimate God's glory, strengthen our will, and bless us to be saved from danger!"

After the speech, he cleared his throat slightly, then stroked the golden seal ring on his index finger, and murmured a few spells. Accompanied by the shining five-color light, the sacred black eagle, which was as powerful as cast in fine iron, suddenly rushed out of thin air. After hovering over the pyramid for a few circles, it fell steadily on the top of the small shrine on the top of the tower. At this moment, the black eagle was majestic, his voice was clear and long, and it looked as emperor-like as usual. There was another thunderous sound in the square.

At this chaotic moment, several strange priests who were said to have just come from the eastern tropical rainforest area rushed to the pyramid, holding various magical instruments in hand to arrange into formations in front of Tkumsey, and chanting spells at the same time. A faint black mist immediately spread at the top of the pyramid, and powerful magic waves spread. Soon, a black hexagram magic array gradually took shape in the void with the jade podium just now. The shining magic light circulated and jumped on the formation, like the stars in the night.

Faced with this strange scene, the people under the pyramid were praying. But Tkumse just stood beside him and watched coldly for a moment, then took an ancient black stone dagger from an old priest expressionlessly, and then walked straight to the captive team that extended along the steps to the top of the pyramid, and pulled out the guy at the front.

"Now, I announce the official start of the sacrifice! May these flesh and blood satisfy the appetite of the gods, and wish our nation a greater prosperity!"

After saying that, he raised his dagger with both hands and stabbed the offering lying on the jade forum!

ps: outside the number of words.
Chapter completed!