Dugu Bo's huge body was already approaching the Aztec city.

However, he noticed something unusual.

Far away, the sound of ping-pong weapons intersecting, and the sound of roaring shouts and shouts reached his ears.

The Aztecs were at war with the European colonizers in that city, and the Astek warriors wielding obsidian knives were clearly no match for the enemy on the other side, and the scales of the battlefield had crept to one side.

However, with the arrival of Dugu Bo, the people on both sides stopped temporarily.

Looking at Dugu Bo's mighty giant snake body.

The European colonists fled in terror shouting Samael's name, while the Aztecs were overjoyed, chanting the name of the god Kukulkan and chasing them down behind the deserted colonists, led by a sturdy man covered in gold jewelry.

Dugu Bo in the sky just watched all this coldly, he didn't intervene, since those Europeans had fled, he had no reason to lay down death for them.

After a while, King Asterk, who had led his men to slaughter, returned with his men and men, many of them holding a rope in their hands, the other end of which was tied to the captured European colonists.

Each rope was long enough to hold a succession of captives, all of whom were strung together and silently followed the victor who was holding the rope.

The Asterk chief knelt down before Dugu Bo, then turned to his subjects and raised his arms in the native language.

Because of the empowerment, Dugu Bo also understood what he was saying.

"My fellow citizens, our worshipful Quezal Koyatl has come to protect us, and with the blessing of God, we will drive out the white men who burn and loot our homes, and victory is ours!"

The people below who understood his language cheered, and they looked at Dugu Bo's figure, their eyes full of fanaticism.

"Now, let us offer sacrifices to our great God."

The tall man continued.

Hearing this, two guards came out from below him, one left and one right, and selected one from the captives below, a guy who was obviously dressed more luxuriously than the other captives around him, and it seemed that he was the leader of this group, and he should be a European nobleman.

I just don't know what the title is.

They poured the leader with psychedelic tequila, bringing him to the top of a pyramid that served as a grand temple.

Four priests stepped forward and pressed his limbs down to press the sacrifice to the altar. The psychedelic sacrificial pill began to writhe in an attempt to break free, but as time went on, he began to slow down.

When the sacrificer was motionless, another priest stepped forward, holding a knife sharpened from obsidian, and with precision and neatness parted the sacrifice's chest, and despite the blood spurting out, he reached into it and pulled out the beating heart.

The sacrifice struggled a few times, and suddenly lost its strength, and the four priests waited for him to breathe and threw his body directly from the pyramid, and then was divided and snatched by the frenzied crowd below.

The priest who took out his heart faced Dugu Bo and shouted feverishly, and Dugu Bo heard some prayers about Quetzalcoatl. After the words of this divine stick were finished, facing Dugu Bo, he put this heart on the altar.

Dugu Bo knew that this was dedicated to himself, but one yard to one yard, he wouldn't eat this kind of thing.

But for the sake of image, he came up with another method.

I saw that he made a hole in the thick clouds, allowing the sunlight to shine directly on the entire pyramid, and it rained heavily in the sky except for the pyramid.

It must be said that such a miraculous display was very eye-catching, and all the Aztecs, including the priests, knelt down, gazed feverishly at their god, and shouted the name of the sun god in their mouths.

With the fervent prayers of the Aztecs below, part of Dugu Bo's fourth soul ring had already been dyed with a golden luster.

New powers are coming.

Seeing that his method of pretending to be a ghost was so successful, Dugu Bo couldn't help but nod with satisfaction. However, the sacrificial heart also had to be disposed of, so he drove the Falling Heart Flame, and with a bang, the heart burned into nothingness.

When the priest in front of him saw that the heart was gone, he thought that the god had eaten his sacrifice through the sun, so he worshipped it again.

However, Dugu Bo began his speech, although he didn't know the language of these people, but his spiritual power could directly transmit what he wanted to say into their minds.

"My devotees, I need you to offer me the best corn and sweet potatoes, and in return, I will give you a divine object that will increase your life."

The believers who knelt down below were thrilled to hear that God needed them to offer corn and sweet potatoes as sacrifices and to increase their lifespan.

The same was true of the priests and chieftains, who quickly urged their men to hurry up and offer the tribute that the gods needed.

The Aztecs, who fell to their knees, got up as quickly as they could, and rushed to their homes to get these things out as fast as they could.

Soon the square in front of the pyramid was filled with corn and sweet potatoes.

Dugu Bo was very satisfied with all this, and he ordered the priests to fetch a large water tank. After a few priests were tired and carried it to the pyramid for a long time, Dugu Bo exerted his power to control the surrounding rainwater to pour into the tank, and at the same time, it was mixed with a few pills he made.

That's right, it's the kind of pill that fooled Jiajing and them.

At Dugu Bo's suggestion, a priest bravely stepped forward and took out the water in the jar and took a sip with his hand.

In a few moments, the wrinkles on the priest's face were much less. Everyone around him who saw this sign was extremely excited, and the priest also saw something from the actions of the people around him, and he hurriedly knelt down in the direction of Dugu Bo.

After this priest, all the priests of the pyramid had drunk the water from the tank, and they were all several years younger, and their belief in Quetzalcoatl was much more fanatical.

Seeing the piece kneeling on the ground, Dugu Bo felt proud in his heart, this is what he wanted. After this sacrifice, the people of the city will consciously promote his reputation, and his fake Quetzalcoatl skin will become real.

However, it seems that there has been a change now, and Dugu Bo, who is in the true state of the martial soul, feels a little itchy on his back. He coiled himself around and looked around.

Some of the scales on both sides of the body had fallen off, and two small rudimentary wings had grown.