Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

"Praise the Chief Divine! Sacrifice for the Chief Divine! Roar!"

The fervent shouts suddenly echoed from the Mexica army, carrying a determination to die. The Divine Descendant Xalapa was startled, looking toward the sound, only to see over a hundred fierce Mistec Warriors, each holding a smoking clay ball, howling madly like a pack of wolves, charging towards the low city wall.

"Praise the Chief Divine! Sacrifice for the Chief Divine! Roar!"

The howling "wolf pack" raced rapidly, reaching within a hundred paces of the wall in moments. Seeing these fierce warriors charging, the Mistec defectors fighting on the wall suddenly panicked, desperately jumping off the wall.

"Huh? What's this?"

The Divine Descendant Xalapa was dumbfounded. Observing those warriors holding smoking clay balls, they were only dressed in light war clothes, without a single weapon on them. Were they here to die?

"Praise the Chief Divine! Sacrifice for the Chief Divine!!"

Deafening shouts came from below the walls again, followed by fierce and frenzied warriors climbing up. They climbed the low city walls, ignoring the Five Mountains City warriors coming at them. The first thing they did was throw the smoking clay balls in their hands into the nearest crowd!

"Huh! I seem to have heard... This is, this is?"

The Divine Descendant Xalapa frowned, seeing the smoking clay ball land not far from him. Two trusted aides, holding up shields, cautiously moved forward to investigate. Perhaps because of his splendid war clothes and the feather crown symbolizing his status, an unusually large number of clay balls, even four or five, were thrown at him. Wisps of blue smoke rose from the rolling clay balls, bringing the aura of volcanic demons.

"Aura of volcanic demons? Ah? This is! This is!"

The Divine Descendant Xalapa suddenly realized. He remembered the words of the fleeing Tlaxcala nobility, his face instantly turning deathly pale, reflecting the boundless terror of impending death, even his face twisted.

"Feathered Serpent Divine! No, no!..."

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

The thunderous explosion, so close by, erupted right in front of his eyes. The exploding clay balls turned into the weapons of the God of Death, bringing an irresistible impact, shrapnel, and flames. The Divine Descendant Xalapa felt a sharp pain all over his body, then a sudden lightness. His consciousness instantly blurred, his vision darkening, feeling only a void, like flying on the clouds. Moments later, his mind reflected a serene dying tranquility and illusion. The supreme Feathered Serpent Divine emerged from the clouds, lowering its tricolored tail feathers, guiding the fallen Divine Descendant to the sky's Divine Kingdom.

"Am I... dead?..."

The last thought flashed through the Divine Descendant Xalapa's mind, then froze there. His upper half, in the aghast gaze of the family warriors, flew for a moment, then crashed heavily behind the wall.

"Family Head! Family Head!"

"The Divine Descendant is dead?... The Divine Descendant is dead!"

"This is, this is the evil method of the volcanic demons! How can mere mortals resist!... "

"Feathered Serpent Divine! Save us!"

After a series of thunderous blasts, the wall was in chaos, filled with death and disorder. The last family warriors were heavily battered, losing all the will and hope to fight. The Mistec defectors' camp let out an excited howl, pouncing like wolves again, the city was on the brink of collapse! At that moment, the defectors, their eyes red, exploded with endless killing intent and fighting spirit. Having gone through countless slaughters and deaths, they were no longer the noble's war dogs of the Teotihuacan Valley, but the fierce and ruthless pack under the Black Wolf!

"The city has fallen! Five Mountains City has fallen!"

The wolf pack climbed onto the city wall, howling as they charged into the city. The despairing cries of tens of thousands of Tototanak people echoed throughout the entire Five Mountains City just before dusk. Blood, death, and flames were about to descend with the night. Outside the city, the Black Wolf, full of pride, gave the final order to the thousand armored personal army.

"Armored personal army, enter the city, watch over these wolfhounds, don't get blinded by the killing! Control the granary temple, drive out the captured young men and women, then enroll the surrendering Totonac Warriors to recruit a new batch of wolf cubs! As for the wealthy Divine Descendant's Palace, noble estates, and merchant residences, let the wolfhounds vent their wrath. The whole army will plunder for ten days, carry away all the wealth and captives! After ten days, burn the city!"

With cold and merciless orders, the Black Wolf Commander-in-Chief gave the command, ignoring the blood-soaked scene before him. The Black Wolf squinted, watching the lamenting, fallen city-state, and lightly shook his head. His gaze once more turned to the dimming East at dusk.

The hills lay low in the East, the streams flowed Eastward. The terrain descended all the way, traveling a hundred and fifty miles to the East, reaching the prosperous coastal lowlands, the Totonac coast where the Kingdom fleet once anchored. It was also where Cortes had begun his fated journey, the Totonac people revered the western Holy Land, the Feathered Serpent Ancient City!