Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer Retirement

Chapter 226 Priest of the Gods
After initially verifying his words, Zhu An couldn't wait to confide everything.

Miktlan Island, this island is not marked on the map.

Lu Mingfei asked the crow to call out the map, and then asked Zhu An to manually mark the location of the island.

It is not far from Culiacan, the straight-line distance is only more than 300 kilometers, but it is about 50 kilometers away from the shore, so it must be by boat or plane.

And Guzman happens to have a private jet ready to take off at any time.

The transportation problem was solved, and Lu Mingfei asked for other information.

"Will the upper floors of the temple gather at the headquarters recently?"

Zhu An glanced at Guzman bitterly, this guy must have revealed it again.

"Yes, it is said that a very important day is coming, and the priests will gather in the temple and wait for the miracle to come."

He curled up his bloody palm and replied.

There is a magnificent temple on the island of Miktlan, which is the real headquarters of the temple organization and the origin of the organization's name.

miracle?

Lu Mingfei smiled disdainfully, there are no gods on earth, not even evil gods.

Those who are called gods are just aliens with psionic powers.

"You can go see your god."

He reached out and smashed Zhu An's chest.

A broken rib pierced his heart, and Juan soon bled to death.

"Break this place up."

Lu Mingfei ordered.

Boxes of explosives were removed from the car and placed next to the load-bearing columns of the factory building and the machines.

The things in this factory are at least worth hundreds of millions of dollars, especially the formula and production line of "God's Blood" inside are inexhaustible cash cows.

But Lu Mingfei destroyed it without hesitation, because worldly wealth was meaningless to space warriors, and the existence of this factory was a kind of blasphemy to him.

"May the holy fire burn your sinful bodies."

"May the light of the Emperor bless your innocent souls."

Chu Zihang used Jun Yan to detonate the explosives, while Sakai Akina used a trendy song to send a requiem to the victims.

The soaring flames burned all the way to the sky, and everything was reduced to ashes.

Lu Mingfei and the others boarded an armored vehicle and drove towards the urban area, preparing to go to the source of evil, Miktlan Island.

In the great temple, the priests who are usually scattered all over the place are gathering together at this time.

On the side of the long stone table, there are 20 tables in total, corresponding to 20 priests.

In the Aztec sacred calendar, a year is divided into 20 ten days, each ten days 13 days, and each ten days has its own patron saint.

And the number of priests is also derived from this, never increasing and never decreasing.

At both ends of the stone table, sat two particularly conspicuous priests.

One has white hair, and the wrinkles on his face can kill mosquitoes. He is wearing a colorful feather headdress, which keeps shaking with the ups and downs of his head, and it seems that it will fall off in a second.

The other was young and strong, with an eagle crown on his head and a red snake-like weapon stuck in his waist.

"High Priest, Americans are asking more and more for the amount of 'divine blood'."

The young priest struck up a conversation.

"Oh? Oh. That's a good thing."

The old high priest spoke slowly as if waking up from a dream.

"A good thing? God Torchi's body is getting weaker and weaker, and if it continues like this, it will soon turn into a cocoon again."

The young priest did not agree with his statement.

"God Torchi is the god of health, it won't melt into a cocoon so quickly, at least it will last until the Avenue of Death appears"

The High Priest explained.

"But the production of 'God's Blood' still requires the serum of Deadpool. We have already turned many of our compatriots into deformed monsters."

The young priest said dissatisfied.

Tochi's blood must be mixed with Deadpool's serum to be used, and it must be Deadpool turned into by a Mexican.

"This is a necessary sacrifice. They dedicate their bodies to the gods, and they will be able to ascend to heaven in the future."

The high priest said calmly.

Ordinary people will wander in hell after death, and after four years of wandering, they can become ghosts by offering tribute to the god of death, Miktranti Kutri.

The soldiers who were captured in the war, or those who were directly selected as sacrifices, after being sacrificed to the gods, would ascend to the heaven corresponding to the gods they were sacrificed to.

They will become followers of the gods and gather on the plain every morning to welcome the arrival of the gods with delicacies.

After doing this kind of work for four years, they will receive a higher gift, reincarnate as birds and butterflies, return to the human world, drink nectar every day, and fly freely.

It was the dream home of the Aztecs.

Veins twitched on the young priest's forehead. Others don't know the truth. Doesn't he, the priest of the war god Vitzilopochtli, not know?

Those powerful creatures may always have the same authority as the gods, but they don't have the benevolence of the gods at all.

"Priest of the God of War, if there is no 'divine blood', can our operation be so smooth?"

asked the High Priest.

Priest of War God curled his lips, but didn't reply because he couldn't refute.

It is the huge amount of money brought by "divine blood" and itself that the temple has diverted the attention of Americans a little.

Otherwise, the missiles of the Fourth Fleet would have been aimed at Miktlan Island long ago.

How can poisonous snakes be allowed to occupy the side of the tiger lying on the couch.

Unless that viper's venom is the ultimate brew.

"But 'Divine Blood' has also attracted the attention of the Secret Party."

The Priest of War God found a counterargument.

"Secret party, secret party."

The high priest's cloudy eyes burst out with hatred.

It was this group of guys who chanted the slogan of destroying the dragons and the world belongs to humans, broke into their country, burned their temples, and killed their people.

Hundreds of years later, these lunatics still linger.

What happened to Juarez last time was a wake-up call for them, and the secret party still wanted to drive them out of these evils.

"Ignore them, the gentlemen in the White House will beat them."

The high priest calmed down and said.

This era is no longer the era of dragons, nor the era of mixed races.

Although the secret party is also making progress, it is still not as good as the progress of human beings themselves.

If you put it in the past, if you want to attack Kassel, where the essence of the secret party is, you need the blood of countless pure-blooded dragons to fill it.

Now, all it takes is a button from Washington.

"Are you so sure that the secret party will be obedient? They are lunatics who dare to charge the Dragon King. The S-class of the secret party has already been to Japan, and the organization that sold the formula to us seems to have been wiped out. My intuition tells me, He's coming at us next step."

The war god priest said with a sneer.

"Our deal is hidden, he won't get much information from Japan. Also, the guy who is preparing for the next election needs our help if he wants to succeed in becoming the master of the White House. He won't allow the Secret Party Started on us."

The High Priest retorted clearly.

He is the priest of Quetzalcoatl, the feathered serpent god, the supreme god who is not only the god of life and light, but also the god of wisdom and knowledge.

Only the wisest and most knowledgeable men in the kingdom can serve as His priests.

Therefore, the priest of Feathered Serpent God has always been the default leader of the temple, and is honored as the high priest.

The god of war, Vezilopochtelli, is the race god and patron saint of the Aztecs, and his priest is the only one who can compete with the high priest.

"I hope so. High Priest, when will the Avenue of Death be opened?"

asked the Priest of War God.

They must all be present when the Boulevard of Death opens, but everyone is the leader of one party, and it is impossible to wait here forever.

"Maybe today, maybe tomorrow, in short, it will not exceed this ten days."

said the high priest.

"Has Lishi still not responded?"

The war god priest frowned.

The high priest said half a month ago that the time was coming, but there was still no movement.

"It hasn't been lit since last time."

The high priest was about to persuade him not to worry, when suddenly there was a throbbing in his blood.

Under the main hall, there was the faint sound of dragon chant.

"The Avenue of Death is about to open!"

Although it was a bit sudden, the high priest calmed down quickly after all the weather.

"The holy hour has finally come, priests, let's go to hell."

He stood up and walked towards the corner of the temple.

The priests also stood up and followed behind him.

The high priest went to the wall of the temple, and on the wall was a terrifying portrait of the god.

This deity has a skull with eyes in eye sockets.

His headdress is a bandage made of owl feathers, around his neck he wears a necklace made of human eyeballs, and his ear sockets are also made of human bones.

His bone claws stretched forward, as if to tear the souls in front of him.

This is Michtranti Kutri, the Aztec god of the underworld.

And the gate to hell is right under his feet.

The high priest took out a bone dagger and inserted it into the hole in the wall.

The mechanism immediately started to work, and the portrait of Hades moved away, revealing the downward stairs.

Twenty priests filed in and continued down the straight stairs. After walking more than 100 steps, they finally came to an empty underground space again.

The surrounding fluorite mines exude light green light, and in the very center of the light, a huge monster is lying there quietly, and the golden vertical pupil emits a much brighter light than the fluorite mines.

"Dear Goddess Tochi, is the Avenue of Death about to open?"

The high priest fell to the ground, and the other priests followed suit.

The giant dragon nodded slightly, and its body coiled into a hill moved slightly, revealing the things behind it.

It was a circular stele about 3.6 meters in diameter, engraved with Aztec characters and symbols.

They believe that since the creation of the world, the Aztecs have experienced four suns, but they were successively destroyed by wind, earth, water and fire.

Only the fifth sun, Tonatiu, the sun god, became the victor and will continue to run.

The sun in the center of the stone plate is the fifth sun, and the 20-day images of the first four suns are engraved on the top, bottom, left, and right sides respectively.

The rays of the sun, gems and flowers are engraved around the sun god Tonatiu, which is a tribute to the new sun.

At this moment, the patterns of the four suns are continuously shining with golden streamer light, and the pattern of the fifth sun is also beginning to emit a faint light.

"The prophecy has really come true. Noble goddess Toki, please offer a great sacrifice and awaken our gods!"

cried the High Priest frantically.

The once divine kingdom on earth will finally be re-established.

And this time, it is no longer a god who is struggling to support, but a group of gods and kings have returned.

The black king has disappeared, and the four great monarchs have also disappeared. No one can stop a group of next-generation species.

(End of this chapter)