Syllable!

The golden cup slammed to the ground, the mellow golden wine splashed around, and the crowned Montezuma III sharply questioned his city magistrate: "Why is the mission of the Church of Truth in the city?" Who put them in! ”

The city magistrate Pals shuddered, and he had a copy of the signature on the paper, and it was clear that Montezuma III knew about it, but because there were so many ministers involved, he had to pretend not to know to exert pressure and give orders.

As long as the city officials, prime ministers, and other ministers borrow the slope to get off the donkey, and drive Goncharov and the others out of the city, nothing will happen, and tomorrow morning you will get up, hello, hello, everyone.

Pars understood, and he knew what he could do to appease Montezuma III's anger, but . .

"Your Majesty, there is no mission of the Church of Truth in the city." Pars' voice trembled and he said, "They are workers, workers employed by the Pluto Chamber of Commerce. ”

"That's just an excuse they use to disguise themselves! Excuse! ”

Montezuma III was furious: "Do they say that they are workers of the Pluto Chamber of Commerce, they are workers? How are you so stupid! Get them out now! ”

Pars stiffened his head and said, "Your Majesty, with all due respect, they are in full compliance with the laws of the empire that you have made, and if they are expelled regardless of the justice of the law, who will respect the royal family in the future?" ”

His pupils contracted slightly, and Montezuma III stared at Pars, the city magistrate who was kneeling on one knee in front of him, breathing heavily, and a muffled thunder like a lion's roar came from his chest, and he was very angry, and he was about to be unable to suppress the anger in his heart.

Although it was Pars who contradicted him, it was the imperial high-level represented behind Pars who really made Montezuma III feel troublesome!

The Aztec Empire was only 100 years old, and it should have been its most powerful period, but Montezuma III knew that the royal family's control over the empire was not as strong as it used to be.

After all, more than a decade ago, the Aztec Empire lost the war with the United States of Citi and ceded large swaths of the Northern Territories, including California, Nevada, Utah, Texas and many other lands.

It was precisely because of that war that the Aztec Empire lost more than half of its territory and had to retreat south to survive.

After losing the war, Montezuma II became ill and was delirious before he died, muttering: "God is too far away from us, and we are too close to the United States of Citi"

Montezuma III remembered this passage firmly in his mind, since he ascended the throne, he has always wanted to recover the lost northern lands, especially since the outbreak of the Civil War in the United States of Citigroup, he did not want to send troops to attack all the time, but the southern slave army was supported by the Doomsday Party, and it was half of his own people, and he couldn't fight it, and he didn't want to help.

If that was the case, Montezuma III would not have been discouraged, he thought that the opportunity would come one day, especially after the defeat of the Southern slave army.

As long as the Northern army defeated the Southern slave army and the United States of Citi completed the unification, wouldn't he be able to start a war justifiably?

At that time, not only the Doomsday Party will support him, but also the Church of Truth!

After all, Pope Mavi's hostility towards the United States of Citi is well known.

If they can unite the Church of Truth, they will attack from the north of the United States of Citi, and the Aztec Empire will attack from the south, and they will be attacked from both sides, and the army will be overwhelming.

Ambitions and ambitions are beautiful, but reality has given Montezuma III a slap in the face.

The Church of Truth refuses to ally with the Doomsday Party!

The plan was ruined before it was implemented!

What annoyed Montezuma III even more was that the Doomsday Party had rejected his war proposal! If he insists on provoking a war, then the Doomsday Party will not give any support!

In addition, there was opposition even within the empire, and the ministers in high positions were reluctant to start a war, they felt that life was good, so why take the risk?

The empire was troubled internally and externally, and such a thing happened, and Montezuma III was angry and sad.

These imperial ministers have long forgotten their mission as Aztecs, the blood of white men killing their own kind, and the history of hatred

They are corrupted, corrupted by the white mind, greedy for riches, immersed in their own desires, and greed makes them suck the glory of the empire like leeches, suck the spinal cord of the populace, make the empire weak, become vain, become vulnerable!

Only the Indians who had fled from the north still maintained a strong fighting spirit, which was something that Montezuma III was somewhat pleased about, and for this reason he specially trained an army of Indians in case of emergency.

Now, it seems, it's time to come in handy.

Montezuma III lowered his eyes, turned around, and waved his arm: "Stand back!" ”

City Governor Pars was relieved: "Yes, Great Your Majesty. ”

After Pars left, Prince Huna came to his father's side, and while looking at the back of the departing city magistrate, he bent down to pick up the golden cup that had fallen to the ground: "Father, why are you so angry? If you have any questions, you can consult with Mr. Russell! ”

Russell Liszt, the high-ranking gospel of the Doomsday Party, second only to the leader of the party, Montezuma III's face sank when he heard this name, and he snorted coldly: "Don't bother him! ”

"Mr. Russell is an advisor sent to the Empire by the Doomsday Party, do you hate him, father?"

"How many times have I told you to have less dealings with him!" Montezuma III reprimanded: "The Aztecs are descendants of the sun god!" The Doomsday Party does not respect the sun god and will be punished sooner or later! ”

Hu Na nodded: "We need to use the power of the Doomsday Party to hide our strength and identity now, and we can't turn against them." ”

"If only you understood."

His face softened slightly, and Montezuma III sighed: "Don't follow your brother's example, he is idle all day long and does not want to make progress, the throne must be yours in the future, you must inherit the will of the Aztec Empire and lead the Aztecs to glory!" ”

"Yes, father, I will try."

"Go find your mother, don't go out tonight."

With that, Montezuma III walked out of the stone hall and came to the temple directly below the solar disk, where an old priest with white hair and bones was praying, and when he heard footsteps, he slowly opened his eyes.

Montezuma III folded his hands in worship before asking, "Is it okay now?" ”

The old priest nodded slightly, got up with the help of the two wizards, walked to the side on crutches, and gave way to his place.

It was noon, and the scorching sun was shining straight down from the center of the solar disk, shining straight on the black stone in the center of the temple, and the surface of the black stone shone with a green glow, flowing like a liquid.

It was on this stone that the old priest sat and prayed, and this time it was Montezuma III's turn.

But Montezuma III had one more step than the old priest, and after kneeling on the black stone and completing the tedious prayer process, he took two thin black stone tablets from the wizard and pasted them to his eyes, raised his head, and looked up at the sun through the center of the disc.

When looking up at the sun normally, you will always be blinded by the sun's scorching and dazzling light, and forcibly staring will only hurt your eyes, and in severe cases, you will even lose your eyesight for a short time, if you wear sunglasses, you will see a golden ball that is dim and constantly emitting arc light, and the black stone flakes worn by Montezuma III on his eyes have a similar effect, but it's just that

What he saw was more than just a golden ball.

Under the action of black stone chips, the sunlight that constantly shines from the sun begins to distort, like wisps of smoke swirling, and like small snakes drilling in the jungle, tangled together, combined into a phantom that is difficult to distinguish.

At the same time, Montezuma III's ears rang with the sound of Sississo, and when he listened closely, it was like some kind of whisper that only sounded dullly in the middle of the night.

"Tonatich, I want to borrow your strength and make my soldiers invincible"

"Yes, yes, I understand that it cannot be exposed now"

"I have to do it, otherwise the Aztecs will be corrupted by foreign ideas, and there are already many who are no longer loyal to you"

"Agreed? It's great that with your help, I will be able to restore the glory of the Aztec Empire! ”

In gratitude, Montezuma III removed the black stone shard, and with joy on his face, he gestured to the old priest and walked out of the temple quickly.

As soon as he walked on his front foot, Huna came to the temple on his back foot.

"Priest, may I pray?"

"Of course, Prince Huna, the great Tonatih will treat every believer equally."

In the depths of the palace, in the grounds of countless wooden stakes, an army of more than 1,000 men was training in combat, and if you look at the skin color, they seem to be no different from the Aztecs, but their unique costumes are unique, and their faces are painted with colorful lines, full of primitive savagery.

It was a legion of Native Americans, selected from a number of tribes that had migrated from the north, each of whom was a sturdy adult man with a mission to protect the tribe.

The training has been going on for years, day after day, never slacking off, these people have long been trained to be brave soldiers, and they have come here, not because of money, but only in the hope of revenge.

It was the same desire of Montezuma III that led to their recognition.

This was not an easy matter, the Indians had a long history of hostility with the Aztecs, and if it were not for the United States of Citi, the Indians would never have accepted the olive branch offered by Montezuma III, let alone the subsequent recognition.

On the shelves were not spears or bows and arrows that had been used against the whites, but the Edward I bolt-action rifle, an advanced weapon purchased by Montezuma III from the United States of Citi.

If you can't keep up with the times, you will be eliminated, and Montezuma III, who wants revenge, certainly knows this, he will not be stupid enough to let soldiers take spears and bows and arrows to fight against the United States of Citi, if you want revenge, you can only be more advanced than the United States of Citigroup!

To this end, Montezuma III made a lot of efforts, he built schools, set up factories, attracted investment, and prepared to change the Aztec Empire from top to bottom, from the inside out.

His plan was very smooth, the Aztec Empire was getting richer and stronger day by day, and the moths that inevitably appeared, just get rid of it.

Soft-hearted, difficult to achieve great things.

As soon as Montezuma III appeared, the soldiers stopped their training and came to him, hoping to hear the words from him, 'The time has come,' and 'The opportunity for revenge has come'

"I need you to help me get rid of these people."

In his hopeful gaze, Montezuma III pulled out a list and a map, written in Indian script, and a map of Mexico City, with directions and addresses.

The Indians at the head took the map and the list, and accepted it in silence, they did not need to ask anything, all these years, Montezuma III never asked them, not even orders, but constantly trained them, sent the best food, the best herbs every day, and sent letters and money to their families, to help the Indian tribes who migrated from the north to settle, to distribute fields, cattle and sheep, so that they had a place to live.

Recognition is not formed overnight, it is more of a subtle change, but what really makes the Indians recognize is the oath made by Montezuma III.

"I will definitely take you revenge."

On that day, Montezuma III cut his palm with a sharp blade, made the heaviest blood oath in the eyes of the Indians, and made a promise at the cost of his soul.

Today, Montezuma III asked them to get rid of the prime minister and the city governor, also in preparation for a future attack on the United States of Citi.

"I'll transfer all the sheriffs and make sure the streets are safe, but only for an hour."

After the explanation, Montezuma III turned to leave, believing in the abilities of these soldiers, more than an hour was enough.

As the sun set and night fell, the streets became less crowded until midnight, when the back door of the palace suddenly opened, and a group of soldiers, all barefoot and rifles, ran silently through the street at great speed.

Facing the high wall, one with his back against the wall, one rushed towards him, stepped on his companion's palm and shoulder, jumped onto the wall, and then turned around and reached out to hold the arm handed by his companion, and it took only ten seconds to break through the first line of defense.

In the darkness, their skin color was their best cover, and under the witness of the moon, they quietly and quickly, drew the dagger at their waist and slashed the neck of the guard, and when they came to the bedroom, the prime minister was panting on the body of a young girl, unaware of the approach of death.

A sharp knife pierced into the backyard, and the prime minister's eyes widened, and he was about to let out a pig-killing howl, when his throat was sliced, and hot blood gushed out, and before the young girl could react, the soldier twisted her neck.

The blade cut off the scalp and put it in a bag, and the soldiers quickly retreated, coming in a hurry

It's also in a hurry.

(End of chapter)