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Although the armies of the gods have been victorious, they have cut off the back path of the white-skinned devils and destroyed their warships, so that they can no longer receive reinforcements and escape back to the dark lair. But Cortés, the leader of the devils trapped in the Valley of Mexico, is still unwilling to accept his doomed defeat.

He gathered the villains from all over the Valley of Mexico and assembled an army that was unprecedentedly large and wanted to drown the warriors who followed the gods like a tidal wave.

Thus, the flags of light and darkness fluttered simultaneously in the wilderness east of Otumba Village.

The warriors of good and evil will fight in this desolate wilderness.

On the dry fields strewn with cacti and gravel, the devil's army obscured the sky and the sun, spitting up the black gas, and the drums of war pierced the sky.

They walked slowly with a noise, shouting to the heavens, to bring bloodshed and destruction to this shijie, and to make this beautiful land full of corpses.

Seeing that there were so many servants of the devil, not only the warriors who followed the gods were a little afraid, but even the gods themselves hesitated.

Seeing this, the great god-king, who could not be called by his name, raised his golden banner on a mound and shouted loudly to everyone.

"Brave warriors! Don't be afraid of many enemies! And don't be fooled by the devil's evil spirit!

Know that you are warriors who fight for the light! Shouldering the great mission of saving Shijie! Destined to be blessed by fate!

I will descend from the sky. for you to crush the enemy;

I'll stand behind you and cheer you on!

The burning sky is your banner! The roaring thunder is your war drum!

Today is the moment to decide history and destiny!

Hurry up! Take up your swords, draw your bows and arrows, gather under this banner of light, and march from victory to victory! ”

Inspired by the God King, the warriors raised their swords and responded with a bang. The sharp blade reflects the white light of the sun.

As the sun gradually rose, the devil's army attacked first. They shouted and rushed across the vast plains, kicking up puffs of thick sand and dust under their feet. It was as dense as the fog that filled the lake in the early morning, obscuring the sun and clouds, and making the heavens and the earth dark.

However. These devil worshippers were greeted by countless meteors and meteorites that rained down from the sky, and the whole sky was dyed red with firelight.

The great god-king, who could not be called by his name, launched an attack on the enemy from above, blowing up the originally neat enemy formation.

The servants of the devil trembled in the fire and lightning, wailing and turning to scorched ashes, rolling in agony in the sand and gravel, but unable to deliver.

Even the most evil magic cannot resist the majesty of the true gods.

Seeing this, the army of the gods was demoralized and sounded the brass horn of the gods' reward. Brave the battle.

The Aztec monarch Kuohetmok, raised his sword "Regulus", and with the power of light, like a roaring tiger, led the Aztec warriors to the left flank of the enemy line.

The leader of the Tlaxcala people, Sicotecato Jr. Raising his Excalibur "Iron Broken Fang", wrapped in the power of the storm, like a roaring rabid dog, he led the Tlaxcala warrior to the right flank of the enemy line.

The messenger of the gods, the Divine Dao Biao Wen Dehei, also raised his own artifact, a steel battle axe forged by the God of Craftsmen with Xuan Bing's own hands. Its cold light was enough to make the flames tremble, and it took the warriors of the Honshutizgan Kingdom to smash into the center of the enemy formation! …,

In the wilderness outside the village of Otumba, javelins and arrows rained down, echoing with the roars and shouts of the warriors.

In the flaming morning breeze, the banners of the gods were raised high, and the armies of the devil crumbled and fled.

The white-skinned devils raised their fire-breathing scepters to stop the warriors, only to be cleaved to pieces by lightning falling from the sky.

The wicked and cunning Cortés was shocked and angry when he saw that the situation was not good, so he led the white-skinned devil's cavalry into battle in a vain attempt to redeem the defeat.

The gods sent a convoy of chariots to stop them, but they were easily defeated by the demons on the horses of hell.

Seeing this, the enraged god-king grabbed the golden scepter, which could shoot thunder, and wanted to make a break with the leader of the devil himself.

However, the gatekeeper of the kingdom of heaven, the fearless god of war Wang Qiu, rose up angrily, stopped in front of this great god king who could not be called by his name, and said in a loud voice:

"O great king! Sit here and watch me fight! We can die for you, but we will never allow the devil's order to splash in front of you and desecrate your beard and robe before we fall! ”

The God King smiled happily and said approvingly, "Very good! If you can defeat the devil, I will surely raise your standing in Heaven. ”

So, Wang Qiu took out his beloved mount, a steel beast as huge as a hill, it had ten black hooves, its nostrils spewed scorching flames, and the sound of hissing was like a landslide. It feeds on the rock essence of the ground and runs faster than a hurricane.

The cavalry of the white-skinned devil was crushed in front of this iron beast. Cortez, the leader of the devil, personally killed the beast with a terrifying evil method, but he was also knocked into the air by the dying beast, and was seriously injured by the gatekeeper of the kingdom of heaven, and had to flee in a hurry.

Later, when the Aztecs regained the city of Tenochtitlan, they built a huge meat grinder from the corpse of the Iron Beast, which was used to execute the evil traitors who served the devil and killed their kind.

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The Great Battle of Otumba was over, the devil's evil army was crumbling, and Cortés fled with a small retinue into the city of Tenochtitlan. The most glorious city in the Valley of Mexico has been turned into a respite for him in Zuihou on the ground.

The benevolent gods have rewarded the great warriors. He sent another letter of persuasion to Cortés:

"O cunning demon king Cortés, you have betrayed your relatives and are doomed! While you haven't been killed by the righteous braves, hurry up and tie yourself up and kneel at our feet! We will judge your sins justly and give them appropriate forgiveness! ”

But the wicked Cortés turned out to be evil, and he tore up the letters of the gods to surrender. Then he cast an evil spell and spread countless plagues to the world.

For a time, the whole shijie sun was dim and the grass and trees withered. Thousands of people died in their homes.

Prosperous cities became cemeteries, and wealthy villages became cemeteries. The corpses were piled up on the road and rotted and stinky, with no one to pick up and bury.

Whether it's a man, a woman, an old man, or a young child. They were all trembling in the midst of a terrible illness, not knowing when death would come.

In the midst of infinite despair and sorrow, they could only come to the gods, weep bitterly and pray to the gods, asking them to remove the calamity.

When the merciful gods saw such a miserable scene on earth, they first grieved, shed tears of pity, and then became furious, vowing to punish the criminals!

The great god-king, who could not be called by his name, ordered his treasury to be opened. Let the gatekeeper of the kingdom of heaven bring countless elixirs to cure the plague from it and distribute them to the good people, and immediately free them from the curse of the devil and restore their health. …,

Then, the God-King ordered his army to continue its assault on the city of Tenochtitlan. After a fierce battle, Zuihou struggled to crush the white-skinned devil.

Cortés, who was guilty of the heinous crime, was tied to the tallest pyramid in the city and executed in the most cruel way to honor the heroic spirits who died because of him.

At this point, all disasters are over. The devastated land is also beginning to come back to life.

In the ruined temple of Tenochtitlan, the ruler of the gods, the unnameable king, rewarded the soldiers for their deeds.

The Aztec monarch Kuohetmoc reclaimed his childhood hometown, the lake city of Tenochtitlan, once inhabited by white-skinned devils, although the city has lost its former glory.

The leader of the Tlaxcala people, Sicato Jr., was officially crowned king with the blessing of the gods, ruling over the rich Zutara Valley, as well as the once holy city of Chorula, the trading hub of the northern part of the valley.

Navaes, a white-skinned devil leader loyal to the God-King, was canonized as the master of Puerto Veracruz. But there was almost nothing left there, so the gods gave him many gifts and helped him to build villages and towns there. At the same time, he was warned to be careful not to allow the old evil habits to return.

The messenger of the gods, the heir of the way of the gods, was most meritorious in this war, and the great god-king said to him:

"O faithful messenger! You have fought bloodily and done your best for me in the mortal world, and a mere crown is no longer enough to recognize your merits!

Therefore I canonize thee the Emperor of all the earth, the King of kings more noble than all kings and chiefs!

From today onwards, there will be no two suns in the sky and only one emperor on the ground!

From the seas of the East to the seas of the West, from the cold mountains to the scorching deserts, every inch of land is your territory!

Take this gold-forged sickle and war hammer, and put on this noble red robe dyed with blood as proof of your rule over this shijie!

The vastness of Mexico is just your journey, and there are many more lands to conquer in the far south and north!

Go, go to the kingdom of Hungshutizgan on the other side of the mountain, the port of hope that you built for yourself, and bring your wife and children to live here!

Although the port of hope is good, the land of the Hongshutizgan Kingdom is too remote and not wide enough to rule Shijie there!

I'm going to build a new capital city for you on the shores of Lake Texcoco, in the heart of the continent, worthy of Shijie's overlordship! ”

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The messengers of the gods fell to their knees and thanked the great god-king with the most humble manner,

Then he happily climbed over the mountains again, wanting to share his joy and glory with his wife and children as soon as possible.

However, when he finally finished his long journey and came to the outskirts of Hope Port, he saw ominous smoke and fire!

White-skinned devil's battleship. Like a fly that can't be dispersed, it roams every ocean in this shijie, looking for a place to eat.

As long as any rich kingdom is discovered by them, it will inevitably be baptized with blood and fire, and will endure the test of war and death.

Only a kingdom that has withstood this test can become a true powerhouse, fearlessly and proudly standing on this cruel shijie.

Just as the dust settles on the war in the Valley of Mexico. Two devil chiefs named Magellan and Pizarro, who also coveted the wealth of Hope Port, colluded with the Mayans of Tepetvanc City. Crossing the sea from the far south, this peaceful land is once again burning.

The old king of the kingdom of Hungshutizgan, the father of Princess Maca. Avaha, the father-in-law of the Messenger of the Gods, is old and frail, but he still has the blood of a warrior. He threw away his crutches, mustered his courage, and led his army out of the city to meet the invading enemy on the beach. …,

Unfortunately, most of the warriors in the kingdom of Honshutizgan had followed the gods on an expedition to the East more than a year ago, and had not yet returned. The number of samurai left is too small. It's really no match for the enemy.

So, after a battle, King Avaha was unfortunately defeated and seriously wounded, and the little princess Tia became a prisoner. And the harbor of hope blessed by the gods. It was set on fire by these stenching devils, and became a pile of black smoke and ruins.

When Moonson rushed back to Hope with his army, King Avaha was on his deathbed, and when he saw him alone, he completely died.

So, the emperor stood in front of his father-in-law's corpse with tears on his face. Holding his pale wife and children, he beat his chest angrily.

"O hateful devils! How dare you offend the majesty of the true God and take possession of my land, burn my cities, and harm my loved ones? I will make you suffer the most cruel punishment and sink forever in endless fear! ”

The messenger of the gods, the supreme emperor who ruled the earth, cursed and ordered all the armies he had brought with him, and then once again invited from the kingdom of heaven the goddess of art and poetry, the goddess of commerce, and the gatekeeper of the kingdom of heaven, hoping that they would help him to avenge his hatred.

The three gods naturally nodded in agreement, and the gatekeeper of the heavenly kingdom also took out the cub of the steel beast from before, invited Wen Deji to ride it together, and then went straight to the enemy's camp, killed the devil leader named Magellan, and rescued the little princess Tia who was captured before.

With the blessing and protection of the gods, the warriors of the kingdom of Hungshutizgan marched forward and slew the enemies who invaded their homeland. The huge enemy ships were ignited by the gods with heavenly fire and burned on the surface of the sea; The Mayans and the white-skinned devils lost their way out and fled in the wilderness.

By the twilight of the day, the warriors had wiped out the invaders on the shore, regained their homeland, and washed away the humiliation of their previous defeat.

However, on this celebratory occasion, a sad thing happened - Pizarro, another leader of the white-skinned devils, hid behind a reef and suddenly jumped out and stabbed him with a cursed spear when he inadvertently approached......

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“…… Although the emperor was once the messenger of the gods, the great true god soaring above the clouds. But at this time, he had lost his spirituality, and he was just an ordinary mortal, unable to withstand such serious injuries. In order to save his life, the gods had to take him back to heaven and pray for the help of the god of healing. ”

On a cool summer night, under the bright moonlight, accompanied by the crisp sound of insects, a beautiful young woman sat in a flower-filled courtyard, holding a long scroll of paper, and told the story of the past in her mature and soft voice to the little boy beside her.

The young woman was not only young and beautiful, but also richly dressed. She had long, shiny black hair, an intricate crown of sacred green feathers and gold and pearls, and two strings of shining gold earrings that hung down to her shoulder blades. A long tunic skirt made of white silk outlines her graceful figure. A string of gorgeous jewel necklaces hung from her chest, each the size of a pigeon's egg. In addition, there are three colorful tattoos on her face, but they do not damage her beauty, but show a different kind of wild charm.

“…… Since the emperor was inscribed with the sign of the ladder of heaven, once he returned to heaven, the passage connecting heaven and earth would be interrupted. So, the gods who had descended before had no choice but to escort the emperor and leave our shijie. …,

Only the ruler of the gods, the unnamed Supreme King, left his doppelganger in the new unfinished capital of the Mexican highlands. Guarding the kingdom he left on earth for the Emperor to prevent anyone from bullying his family and plundering his wealth before the Emperor returns. ”

“…… Mom, is the nameless incarnation of the god-king you are talking about the fat uncle who is like a bear? The little boy asked curiously.

“…… Hehe, that's right, but you must not say that in front of others, it's too rude! Call him the Prime Minister of the Empire! ”

The graceful young woman, or Queen Maca, smiled slightly as she stroked her son's hair, and her plump lips curled in a perfect arc, "...... But...... Fat Bear ...... Hehe, that's a fitting analogy......"

“…… But, Mom, since Dad has returned to heaven like this, will he ever come back? The little boy said with some concern.

“…… Yes, he'll be back! Because it's his home! ”

Queen Maca raised her slender neck like a swan and looked up at the deep starry sky, her big eyes filled with unconcealed enthusiasm.

“…… One day, when that day comes, the Great Emperor will return to this shijie again, just as he appeared before me in a steel boat! He will surely ascend to the throne again and reunite with you and me! ”

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PS: This is the end of this volume, and tomorrow, the day of zuihou in 2012, the book will enter the prologue of the next volume.

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