"How dare Xiao Wang offend the gods, Xiao Wang has been trapped in the dormitory, and he really doesn't know what is going on outside." Montezuma II argued.

"Oh? How did I hear Quedos say that the bird needed royal blood to use it? Liu Zheng sneered.

"It's... Maybe someone in the royal family was bewitched, and Xiao Wang immediately went to investigate. Montezuma II's cold sweat came down at once.

"When I was the brainless guy of Sipetotik (the god of power)? Without your acquiescence, the people of the royal family would dare to cooperate with those priests? He smiled dismissively.

Montezuma II could not answer, so he bowed his head and remained silent.

"Just rush this matter, I can exterminate you, what to do, you understand?" Liu Zheng looked down at him and said.

"Xiao Wang is arranged by the gods alone." Montezuma II was also a bit of a single-minded man.

"Gather all your armies together and fight a battle outside the city, and if I lose, you will be your king, and that fellow of Vicsilopochtli will be his ruler of the Sun, and I will go back to the sea, and I will never go ashore again." He made a promise.

"How dare Xiao Wang be rude to the gods, the Aztecs will do their best to worship you, and all specifications are equal to the gods of war. If Xiao Wang loses, I don't know what to do with the gods? Montezuma II patted himself on the back, then asked cautiously.

"If you lose, the priests will be put to death, the royal family will be reduced to nobility, but under my protection, and the other nobles will be reduced to commoners, but they may keep their possessions and residences. The Aztec Empire was changed to the Aztec League, which was ruled by me. Liu Zheng said.

Montezuma II thought about it, the conditions of the gods were not harsh, but the royal family's protection from the gods moved him.

No matter what the era, political struggles are always cruel, and no matter what the victors promise, the supreme ruling group of the losers will always be slaughtered, but with the protection of the gods, no one dares to touch them.

And the gods do not lie, and there is no need to lie.

Well, with the exception of the Dark Gods and their protectors, the God of War.

"Xiao Wang is going to announce the people and gather the warriors, I don't know what scope the god wants to control?" Montezuma II asked.

"Gather all the warriors you can muster, including the other cities. If you want to fight, you should be subdued at one time, so as not to cause trouble later. He said nonchalantly.

"Yes, Xiao Wang understands." Montezuma II was intimidated by Liu Zheng's self-confidence and replied in a harsh tone.

"Okay, I'll go back, you can do it as soon as possible." With that, he walked out of the dormitory, leaving Montezuma II with his head bowed and sighing.

After passing through the temple area again, Quaidos and Falt greeted them, still holding two bloody objects in their hands, and said respectfully: "My lord, the priests of the god of darkness and the god of power tried to escape, and we caught them, this is the treasure they tried to take out. ”

Liu Zheng looked at the first treasure first, which was a leg bone carved from a single piece of obsidian.

"Item Name: Texcatlipoca's Prosthetic"

"Item Level: B Rank"

"Item Effect: Makes the enemy suspicious of each other, or disguises oneself with information, the effect is affected by the enemy or one's own strength."

"Number of uses: 1 time"

The effect of this thing is not very direct, but it sounds quite lofty, and it is good to give it to the wolf's heart as an apology, Liu Zheng looked at another treasure like a heart carved from wood.

"Item Name: Heart of Sipetotik"

"Item Level: B Rank"

"Item Effect: For every 100 enemies killed by the user, all attributes are increased by 20%, up to a maximum of 100%, and the user's physical strength is inexhaustible in the current battle."

"Number of uses: 2/2"

This is really sleepy to send a pillow, originally his plan was to win by decapitation and dragon power double blow morale, with this prop he can defeat the Aztecs head-on.

"I have already negotiated with Montezuma II that you will take control of the security of the city, especially the protection of the books and antiquities." He commanded the two old priests.

"Yes, my lord, we will not let you down." The two priests replied.

After Liu Zheng finished instructing the two of them, he went all the way out of the city gate.

The high priest was still watching from the top of the city, perhaps because of the summoning of the Condor, his cheeks, which had been full and ruddy, were sunken, and his eyes were as godless as dry bones in a mound.

"I have negotiated the terms with Montezuma II, and the two armies will fight a decisive battle outside the city in the near future." Liu Zheng shouted loudly.

"Long live the commissioners, long live, long live!" The Tlaxcalas also knew what he had called themselves, and cheered along with the Ramakats.

After a week of waiting, Montezuma II finally gathered all the troops he could muster.

In addition to the 200,000 warriors under his command, the city of Texcoco sent 10,000 warriors loyal to the god of war, and the city of Tlakopan sent 50,000 soldiers, plus garrisons in various places, and finally he gathered an army of about 270,000.

On the other hand, there are only about 70,000 fighters on the side of the La-Te coalition army, 1:4, and the ratio of troops is very large.

Two days later, the two sides assembled on the plains by Lake Texcoco in preparation for a formal battle.

The two warriors, shirtless or in cotton and leather armor, glared at each other, as if intending to kill each other with their eyes.

On the one hand, it is for the restoration and revenge, and on the other hand, it is for the protection of their own country, and the will to fight on both sides is very resolute, which is destined to be a battle that will never stop.

"Angry at the reign of the evil gods and the bloody customs, I have returned here from overseas to practice my righteousness. And because of the hospitality given to me by Bai Ni Village, I agreed to their request to help the kingdom of Ramakat recover. Killing is not the goal, so I give up siege and harming civilians. But killing is a tool, so I leave everything to the decision of this battle, and this battle will not stop until one side is no longer able to resist. Now, all warriors, raise your weapons and decide the fate of this continent. ”

After Liu Zheng said this, he raised his long knife and rushed towards the Aztec army like an arrow off the string.

The battle began, and the warriors on both sides rushed to each other with cheers and screams, trying to live up to their faith with the weapons in their hands.

Montezuma II had already mobilized in advance, and he also came to the battlefield himself, but did not join the battle, but sat in the rear.

He looked at Liu Zheng, who was in the middle of the army, and his face was extremely ugly.

Despite knowing that the power of the gods, even if they are human bodies, cannot be resisted by human beings, Montezuma II still hopes that any warrior will be able to kill the gods by chance.

After all, he was in the prime of spring and autumn, and when the problem of Tlaxcala was solved, the Aztec territory could be expanded again.

Even in his lifetime, he might be able to unify all of North America.

Even if the gods guaranteed his and the royal family's personal safety, the feeling of falling from the pinnacle of power was not much different from death.

It's a pity that no warrior can complete the great cause of killing gods, on the contrary, there is not even a person who can stop Liu Zheng's progress.

With the blessing of the "Heart of Sipetotic", he became more and more courageous in battle, and the power of his sword became greater and greater, while the plate armor on his body became lighter and lighter.

It wasn't until he completely wiped out an 800-strong Aztec detachment that his stats finally increased to 100%.

The power that was so arrogant that he was unreasonable was galloping in his body, and every move had the power of a cow and a horse, but Liu Zheng was not at all uncomfortable, because he had already experienced this level of power.

The triple blessing of dragon tears plus attribute panel and dragon blood is much more exciting than this.

He let out a long roar, and a voice more penetrating than the Condor spread across the battlefield, suppressing all the shouts of hundreds of thousands of people.

"Today's battle is only death!"

The coalition army, which was already a little tired, instantly beat the chicken blood, and screamed and pressed the opponent back again.

And the Aztecs were fully aware that the battlefield in front of them was not a "glorious war" for their captive sacrifices, but a life-and-death patriotic battle.

The battle, known as the "Battle of the Divine Will", lasted three days and three nights, with both sides truce and cleaning the battlefield every night.

Although the bodies were buried in pits dug by both sides, blood soaked the soil and stained the entire plain red.

In the end, only 30,000 of the 70,000-Aztec army remained, and less than 100,000 of the 270,000 Aztec troops remained, of which Liu Zheng alone killed 70,000 people.

The morning sun rose on the fourth day, and the warm morning light shone on this blood-red land, making it difficult to tell whether this was a human or a hell.

Liu Zheng took off his full-body plate armor, which had turned red from head to toe, and walked in front of Montezuma II.

"Admit defeat, if you continue to fight, it will only increase the casualties. I don't want to kill my own creatures anymore. There was a rare hint of sadness in his tone.

Even in Pande, he had never killed so many people with his own hands in a single battle, and if it weren't for the stability of the "Soul Anchor" and the cultivation of the martial arts Jindan, his spirit might have collapsed.

Montezuma II looked at the Aztec warriors with tired and fearful expressions, and then at Liu Zheng, who was still majestic, sighed, took off his crown, and fell to the ground.

"King of the Aztec Empire, Montezuma II surrenders to you."

"One day you will know that your decision saved all of Central America." Liu Zheng patted him on the shoulder, then turned around and raised his crown high.

"Montezuma II has surrendered, victory belongs to the coalition forces!"

"Victory belongs to the coalition forces!" The surviving fighters of the Lat-Te coalition were in tears of emotion, and they finally washed away the humiliation of hundreds of years.

The Aztec warriors, on the other hand, threw down their weapons with humiliation or relief on their faces, sitting on the ground with their hands over their faces, not knowing whether they were crying or wailing.

A jaguar warrior touches his "Macqua Witt", a weapon that was given to him by his squad leader after he captured the second captive.

When he caught the tenth captive, he obtained permission to use it to cut open the captive's heart and present it to the god of war.

He had made a vow in front of the idol that he would capture ninety-nine captives in his lifetime, but now it seemed that there was no way to do so.

The jaguar warrior jerked "Marquawit" into his chest, slicing open the muscles to reveal the beating heart.

At the last moment of his life, he shouted hoarsely: "To the great Vizilopochtli!" ”

"To the great Vizilopochtli!" His cry rejuvenated the lifeless Aztec army, and countless warriors shouted the same slogan and committed suicide in a variety of ways.

According to later statistics, more than 20,000 Aztec fighters committed suicide.