More than a dozen kilometers away from the intramuros area, the city of Tracopan on the western shore of Lake Texcoco where Byron is located.

The Coalition forces had the "Molotov Cocktail", which was greatly appreciated by Major General Newman and the swarm, and the battle in the city advanced extremely quickly.

The stone buildings everywhere are flame retardant and do not damage too much property.

And even if the gold is affected and melted, it will not affect their value in the slightest.

The poor colonists of various countries and the many natives who had a deep hatred for the Azks rushed into the city with a scream.

There is revenge, there is revenge.

"The sinful Azks don't deserve to exist in this world!"

Wyndort's eyes were red and he gritted his teeth:

"Your Royal Highness, I am going to avenge you.

Kill Tracopan today, then Tenochtitlan, and you demons will all die! ”

And the Remet on the right flank of Hattings are also fanatically chanting:

"Thank you to the Creator for giving us a new place of life flowing with milk and honey, as well as countless gold and slaves!"

"The Lord called all the non-Remites of the world to serve me.

Every Remet gets 2,800 non-Remet slaves, and now it's just the beginning! ”

"Get rich! Rich! ”

Although they were not the pioneers of the Great Voyage, they had long played this process clearly.

God's gifts do not come down from heaven.

But all I have to do is grab any heretic thing, ask the Creator to forgive my sins, and carry my sins to be completely whitewashed.

It's a big deal that I'll donate one church to the church, and if it's not enough, I'll donate another one.

It's all business for the Golden Yuan sequence.

"Block! Block them! ”

As the weakest member of the tripartite military alliance, Tracopan did not have the defensive location of the royal city, and could not stop so many coalition troops like wolves and tigers.

The defeat was decided in a short period of time.

Even the pyramid, where the ceremony was held, began to burn in a pile of Molotov cocktails.

The stench of burning blood is smoking.

The Azks, who committed the anger of the people, were pushed by the wall and the crowd, and it was completely finished.

The people of the Hattings always keep in mind the mission of the Bloodthirsty Order.

They need to grab enough sacrifices to worship Lilith, the Mother of Creation, who holds the final ritual of the Crimson Grail.

It was too much trouble to travel long distances in the rainforest to transport slaves.

Fortunately, the city is now full of corpses of elite warriors and a large number of transcendental people.

After opening the city gate, they did not move forward, but led a group of people to do the work of "scavengers" under the command of the swarm.

Using the Holy Grail of Blood to make transmutation blood from corpses that have been dead for less than an hour has the same effect as a living sacrifice (Chapter 132).

And there was no need to fight with people, the six pirate generals were naturally happy to do so, and soon led the team to disperse throughout the city.

Only Byron left Bruch in the team.

With [Blood Red Whiskey] Alfred, the current number one master under the Vanguard Pilot Colony Company, as a guard, he touched the front line to grab people's heads.

His hole card [Hunt Knight] still needs to accumulate enough ten second-order spirits to allow him to briefly burst out of third-order power and get a ticket to the final game.

"Four! Five! Six! ”

Unleash the Storm's Children like the wind through the streets.

In addition to snatching the heads of the Azk warriors who had been beaten and bloodied, and had a breath left.

Don't forget to find the undercover agent of the "Phi Man" who occupied Taimanbrak Island with [Falcon] and scattered within the coalition army.

There is a logbook, and no matter what becomes of these guys, they can't escape Byron's deadly sword from the sky.

Soon, the transformed "ammunition" was ready to go

The top of the Shwedagon Pagoda.

Bell ——!

There was a sound of gold and iron.

The demonized claws of Montezuma II and the swift sword of Cortés the Conqueror collided with each other, and sparks flew everywhere.

"Hmph, [First Overseas Expansion Order] is good for anything, but it's really redundant to need to open your mouth to declare war."

Although there were some complaints in his heart, Cortez's face remained unchanged.

He made his lover Beatrice the Azk Emperor's pillow for several years, and he knew the details of this guy all too well.

Strength, speed, extraordinary abilities, and even the limits of physical strength are all clear, and he knows him better than he does.

Besides, who stipulates that after a "declaration of war", you can only fight a duel one-on-one?

With a shock of the swift sword in his hand, the cold sword light suddenly killed the "queen" behind Montezuma II.

"Hand over the Codex to me!"

No one is a weak hand who can bring swift swords to the battlefield, and this conqueror's [supreme art] is much stronger than Catherine, who is also good at it.

It turned out to be another swordsmanship master like [Blood Red Whiskey] Alfred, who had reached the realm of [Heart Flow].

"Damn, don't you think about it!"

Seeing the lover who was "discolored", the indigenous emperor suddenly cracked his eyes.

Byron, who didn't need to be a guard at all, stepped forward and pretended, and immediately stood in front of Beatrice regardless of his own safety.

Fighting against a first-line opponent who knows you well, or is even better than you, is already stressful.

At this time, it is necessary to protect another person, and in an instant, there is a lot of danger.

Soon there were several long blood marks on his body.

The native emperor regretted it in his heart:

"If we hadn't driven everyone away, if we hadn't noticed the ambitions of these Castilians"

It's a pity that there is no regret medicine in the world.

Even before today, if someone told him, he wouldn't believe it.

The Azks had the same attitude as the Chichen Itza when they spoke of outsiders.

These large and strong natives never saw outsiders as competitors.

Although they have sharp weapons, the [Ladder of Glory] is far less powerful than black magic at the low ranks, and their numbers are too small.

Taken together, the colonists of all foreign countries were inferior to the three city-states of Azk.

The most daring idea was that the outsiders wanted to be merchants, exchanging their iron and steel tools or other goods for their own gold, silver, and spices.

To put it bluntly, theoretically, the strength of outsiders cannot support their ambitions.

It wasn't until today that he finally realized that a fortress was breached from within.

This group of outsiders actually united the natives who were dissatisfied with the empire, and used their strength to create the current sinister situation.

There was no more time for Montezuma II to regret.

Step by step, she was about to retreat to Beatrice, who was trying to maintain the legislative ceremony.

couldn't help but say anxiously:

"Queen, run, don't bother with any more ceremonies!

I know that you have put a lot of effort into making rituals, collecting sacrifices, and presiding over ceremonies for me and our future.

But as long as we are still here, there will be the next chance to hold a ceremony, and you will always be my most beloved queen! ”

Who would have thought, but the voice from behind him made him stunned suddenly.

"Your Majesty, this can't be done, the owner of this thing still needs to use it."

Before he could figure out what "master" meant.

I felt a pain in my lower back, and then all the strength of my body poured out of that cold hole.

The whole person collapsed limply at the feet of the beloved "queen".

His eyes widened in disbelief, and he saw Beatrice holding the [Golden Codex] in one hand and a demonized dagger in the other, with a red blade and a drop of blood.

The situation suddenly reversed.

This [Variety Enchantress] didn't look at the infatuated emperor again, but looked at the [God of Tyranny] beside him, and snorted coldly in his nose:

"Even a mere corn dares to usurp the name of God? Do it! ”

Hear her squeak, on the four corners of the pyramid.

The four shamans, who had continued to skin and sacrifice, suddenly raised the obsidian skinning knife in their hands at the same time and plunged into the heart of the sacrifice.

A strange syllable came out of his mouth:

“sta！”

Suddenly, another sacrificial circle hidden under the pyramid was activated.

Bang la blah

Four thick chains rose from the surrounding river of blood, locking up the [God of Tyranny] who had no self-consciousness.

He was pulled high into the sky and chained to an illusory altar.

Beatrice herself wielded a blood-glittering ritual knife and chanted a name with four "skin-clad men" disguised as sacrifices:

"Hydra, the Serpent of a Thousand Faces!"

The sky suddenly darkened, followed by the hissing of snakes.

The symbol of the "Lord of Skins" did not originally come from human skins, but like corn, sacrificing oneself to peel off the skin and dedicate it to mankind; Or like a snake, it can molt and be reborn.

But in the eyes of the Peeling Church, this is a perfectly fitting occult orientation.

Small fish eat dried shrimp, and big fish eat small fish.

The [God of Tyranny] who enjoyed the countless human blood sacrifices of an empire and ate all the gods is the perfect tribute to the [Serpent of a Thousand Faces Hydra]!

Hydra is also enshrined in the Skinning Church, a pre-epoch super-spec being, a "paranormal" at the same level as Lilith and Kraken.

"Queen, what the hell are you doing?"

Montezuma II, who was stabbed in the back and fell to the ground, still does not believe that her true feelings have been betrayed by her.

With a smile on her face, Beatrice wrote lightly:

"Nothing, it's just the master's task."

Suddenly wielding the ritual knife, the blood flashed!