Chapter 1358: Chapter 1358

"Praise the Chief Divine! Your devout citizens offer you the most sacred sacrifices! From the Sun Bloodline, the Divine Descendant, the holy branch of the initial predecessor monarchs, the honorable nobility who voluntarily sacrifice for the Divine War, the revered Great Gold Clan Leader, Pachjo!..."

The Sun God stands high in the sky, hanging on the pinnacle of the solemn altar, watching with majesty and silence. Elder Azar of the War God looks up to the sun, calling out devoutly and urgently. Then, two robust Temple Guards support the equally strong and robust Great Gold Clan Leader, Pachjo, step by step, as he ascends to the top of the altar. There, a sacrificial table of heartwood, like the sacrificial stone on the Great Temple, silently awaits warmth and scarlet!

"Ah? It’s him, it’s actually him?!... Offered as a sacrifice to the divine, it turns out to be the honorable nobility with real power in the Alliance, the spokesperson of the Weyoplhethlan State, the Great Gold Clan Leader Pachjo?"

Upon hearing the War God Elder’s declaration, Woodpecker Aitz stood dumbfounded in disbelief, his voice trembling. It must be known, the Great Gold Clan Leader Pachjo is the true Great Nobility of the Alliance, the Legion Commander of the Great Gold City-State Army!... And among the seven traditional local states of the Alliance, there are only seven Legion Commanders, who actually command the army!...

"No, that’s not right! The Mountain Range Legion Commander Tepeiter was judged and executed by Commander Xiuxoke, succeeded by his son, Izel. The Tzompantli Legion Commander Xochitl fell during the Eastern expedition, succeeded by the Yunshan Clan Chief Huitzilihuitl. These two newly appointed Legion Commanders are not comparable to their predecessors, with limited control over the legions, even allowing the central Alliance to dispatch War Priests..."

"Thus! The Great Gold Legion Commander Pachjo is one of the five key spokespersons who wield the local military and political power among the states of the Alliance! And such a prestigious Great Nobility, one of the five in power, would ’voluntarily’ become a sacrifice for the Grand Festival of War?... Voluntarily?! Chief Divine!..."

Thinking of this, Woodpecker Aitz’s heart tightened, his hair stood on end, and he couldn’t help but shiver. Under the warm big sun, he felt as though he was in the pitch-black dungeon of the Temple, a wave of coldness sweeping over him. At this moment, he widened his eyes intensely, staring at the Great Gold Clan Leader supported by the Temple Guards, looking at that once lofty figure, wishing it were only his eyes failing, his ears playing tricks...

"Ah! The warrior who voluntarily sacrifices!"

"Truly the most devout Divine Descendant Nobility!"

"Praise the Chief Divine! Praise the Great Gold Clan Leader Pachjo!..."

Deafening cheers issued from the mouths of the Samurai and Militia watching, like the prelude to a thunderbolt, surrounding the center altar. The Great Gold Clan Leader who truly endured the Temple’s dungeon, now trembling all over, step by step was supported by the guards, moving towards sacred death.

At this moment, his strong and robust physique, capable of one fighting ten, dissipated like Divine Smoke. He could only let the guards handle him, like a soft cloth. For he had already been drugged, unable to speak, numb and stiff in his limbs. Only a pair of eyes, filled with deep-seated hate, stared at War God Elder Azar with a gaze as if to shoot fire!

"The Chief Divine hangs high like the sun, and the Divine King is the embodiment of the sun on earth!"

Seeing the gaze of the Great Gold Clan Leader, War God Elder Azar pursed his lips, a hint of sorrow flashed in his eyes. Then he spoke in a deep voice, as if explaining something, yet it seemed he was just offering praise.

"Therefore, the Divine King rules the Alliance, and no one can defy the will of the divine! Pachjo of the Great Gold, your devout faith in the Chief Divine and your noble virtue of bravery in sacrifice will be remembered by the entire Alliance! And at this moment, your calm composure facing sacred death will become the most brilliant Chapter in epics, sung by poets for millennia!"

Hearing this, Great Gold Clan Leader Pachjo widened his eyes, clenching his teeth tightly. He used all his strength, laboriously opening his mouth, struggling to roll out a vague sound from his throat.

"I... am not... guilty... I... curse... him... die... die... die..."

"Praise the Chief Divine! Praise the devoutly sacrificing Alliance warrior, praise the fearless Great Gold Clan Leader Pachjo!..."

War God Elder Azar immediately raised the Divine Staff, chanting loudly, signaling with his eyes to either side. Since the Great Gold Clan Leader could not maintain decorum himself, let the priests help him maintain it!

Seeing the signal, the five accompanying Alliance Priests immediately stepped forward. They skillfully grabbed the limbs of the Great Gold Clan Leader, muffling his mouth, lying him flat on the wooden sacrificial table. Then, one priest took out a small ceramic jar, removed the rubber-sealed lid, and dripped two drops of the potion inside into the mouth of the Great Gold Clan Leader.

"Uh!... Hmm?... Ah..."

The potion entered, and a calming sensation quickly spread. In no time, a joyous smile appeared on the face of the Great Gold Clan Leader Pachjo. He lay flat on the sacrificial table, his pupils spreading as he stared directly at the sun in the sky. The noon sun shone so brightly that he was quickly dazzled, tears involuntarily streaming from his eyes. Yet, even so, he continued to gaze with a smile, entranced, longing, and joyfully awaiting something.

Watching the Great Gold Clan Leader, War God Elder Azar lowered his gaze, sighing silently in his heart. He naturally knew that the other’s sacrifice was forcibly ’volunteered.’ He also knew that the other remained strong-willed, cursing incessantly in the Temple’s dungeon, proclaiming innocence, unwilling to confess anything.

However, all this was in vain! His fate, from the moment of the Royal Decree, had long been decided by the supreme Divine King... "Sacrifice to the Divine!"

"Ah! Pachjo!... You shouldn’t have, above all you shouldn’t have plotted against the King, involving yourself in those deadly rumors! You even more shouldn’t have persistently resisted the King’s reappointment demands, even becoming the leader for local nobility’s insincere compliance..."

"Why don’t you understand? King Aweit’s centralization reform is like a surging flood, accompanied by unstoppable loud thunder! And standing at the forefront, you should have had the realization of being submerged by the flood and shattered by the thunder!..."

Thinking back to the intensifying and increasingly brutal political struggles in the Alliance over these years, War God Elder Azar sighed silently. He lastly looked deeply at the Great Gold Clan Leader Pachjo, then turned around, looking at today’s Grand Festival’s main figure, also his most significant target on this journey.

"Praise the Chief Divine, praise the King, praise Your Highness!... The sacred festival has begun, the Chief Divine’s gaze is upon us! This is the most holy sacrifice, also the divine will to tolerate no mistake!..."

War God Elder Azar appeared gentle, looking at the equally silent Monkey Kuluka, his face full of an amicable smile. However, when he smiled and spoke, the calm words were like thunderbolts, causing Kuluka to tremble slightly. Fınd the newest release on novelFɪre.net

"Honorable Marshal Kuluka! You are the Marshal of the Western Expedition to the Chapala Lake Region, the Commander of so many valiant warriors, also the honorable nobility in charge of Rivermouth County, the representative of His Highness Xiulote here!..."

"So! Please represent His Highness, take up the Obsidian Dagger of sacrifice, in front of tens of thousands of warriors!... Send the devout, fearless, and voluntarily sacrificing Great Gold Clan Leader Pachjo yourself to the beautiful and serene Red Kingdom!!..."