The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

Then Geronimo jumped off the platform, smashed his flute on the steps, and climbed the long stone steps one by one.

Manshu waited at the end of the stairs for Tescatlipoca's arrival.

The one climbing the steps was no longer Geronimo, but Tescatlipoca, the incarnation of God descended to earth.

Chapter Thirty-Nine: Substitution

There were no more colors in the world, as if everything was naturally focused on the figure climbing the pyramid, walking step by step on the stone steps.

Even the two suns battling each other in the sky were no longer so eye-catching, and were instead overlooked.

The incarnation of the sun god, who is ascending the temple, is the sole protagonist at this moment.

All sounds disappeared, and all light, heat, and fluctuations subsided, leaving no trace of their presence here.

Only the priest's song could still be heard coming from above the temple, from Manjushri's mouth.

However, the sound did not seem to be a friendly offering to Tescatlipoca; rather, it was directed more at Vizziro Pochettino on the other side.

Although Manjus was still in Tescatlipoca, it was not to praise his strength or power.

Instead, it praises and thanks him for being willing to relinquish the position in the sky that belonged to the sun, giving this position to Vizilopochtli, the god of war, so that he would obtain the attributes and authority of the sun.

This shouldn't be a grand festival for Tescatelli Poca; it's more like a ceremony dedicated to Vizilopochtelli.

"Do you think Veziopovictelli can replace me?"

The voices, coming from all directions simultaneously, rang out again, with a hint of anger in Smoke Mirror's tone.

"Eagles and jaguars have never stood side by side, even in the mortal realm. Or are you planning to become a butterfly and a bird, and therefore choosing to welcome his arrival?"

But you'll eventually realize that compared to a jaguar, a hummingbird is nothing more than something that can be killed with a flick of its paw.

Eagle warriors and jaguar warriors were two classes of noble soldiers among the Aztecs. Aztec warriors who gained promotion by capturing prisoners of war could only rise to these two classes as their highest rank.

Of the two types of warriors, the Jaguar Warrior is clearly more famous, while the Eagle Warrior is somewhat less so.

While Vizilopochtli means hummingbird, given his divine role as the god of war, his image gradually shifted towards that of an eagle.

"In any case, the First Sun Age, ruled by Tescatlipoca, has ended, and the four suns have long since set in the past."

Now the fifth sun should rise, the ruler of the new era, the new supreme god who will govern this age, and his name is Vizilopochtli!

Manshu's response was bound to elicit neither admirable comments nor answers.

"You should only act as a warrior. Focusing your attention and hands on divine authority will only lead to the worst possible outcome."

I only intended to give you that harsh battle and trial. Although it was a bad thing, as long as you could get through it, something good would happen, so that the good and bad would balance out and you would gain something.

It is indeed a pity that the more outstanding the warrior, the more likely they are to die young.

Let us meet again by the campfire burning in the mist, and then I will tell you a story long enough so that you can close your eyes in peace and find eternal tranquility.

Smoke said in a calm voice, but beneath that calm lay utter destruction and death.

This deity makes no attempt to hide his preferences; if something displeases him, he will show no pity or regret whatsoever.

In his rage after being shot down from the sky, he devoured all the inhabitants of the First Taiyang Era, destroying the world.

He mocked Quetzalcoatl, sparking a conflict that led to the destruction of the Second Sun Age by a hurricane, turning all the survivors into monkeys.

He seduced the wife of the rain god and sent down a rain of fire that destroyed the Third Sun Age.

He relentlessly attacked Chalchiuhtlicue, the ruler of the Fourth Sun Age, overwhelming her with words, causing her to weep day and night, which led to a flood that destroyed everything.

At that moment, the dark sun extinguished the flames that had fallen to the ground, revealing the earth as it had been scorched by the flames and melted by the intense heat.

The earth itself melted into glass at these extremely high temperatures, and the surface of the land crystallized and became as smooth as a mirror.

Furthermore, the ground surface had clearly been burned away by several centimeters, and the terrifying black flames seemed to be devouring the entire earth, using it all as fuel.

Therefore, this flame was even more intense and terrifying than when it was first unleashed, and the heat and light it emitted were confined in the air, forming another scorching sun.

Vizilopochtli, who was greedily surrounding Tescatlipoca, was still sticking out his scarlet tongue, trying to greedily steal away the other's power.

But the tongue-like strip formed by the scarlet light was ignited the moment it touched the black flames and immediately extended outwards.

The crimson sun that Viclopochtli had transformed into also sensed the danger in an instant, and directly cut off the tongue that he had extended, letting the flames ignite the last bit of it.

In just two seconds, the force extended to Vizilopochtli was completely burned away.

"Save your energy, you foolish idiot. If I were still in Teteocan, I would have banished you, this illusion."

Tescatlipoca mercilessly uttered mocking words, splitting the gathered flames in the sky in two, one thrown towards the distant pyramids, and the other towards the scarlet sun.

Although both are among the four-color smoke mirrors, it is clear that Teslatlipoka and Vizilo Pochettino cannot be discussed together.

After all, Vizilo Pochettino's status was largely due to his identity as a national god, which allowed him to extend his influence into the territory of Tescatelli Pochettino.

Although the original sun still holds a high position, many things have been replaced by the new sun.

“I look up at the sun in the sky, I see the cocoa tree crash down, I see sacred blood flowing everywhere, the old sun has set, the flames of death have burned away the bodies of the gods, and in the sacred flames, a new sun and the chief god are born.”

Manjushri continued to shout, describing the scenes of past reincarnations and the birth of the new world.

In the four eras when the four suns once set, in the world that the gods destroyed out of dissatisfaction.

The cacao tree, a symbol of nobility, and the descendants of gods flowing with divine blood, all perished in darkness.

　Nine%獜·⌒柶汃『泤弭№'咎∮*蓤↓¨伍刺蝟≌》4摺代‖▲購： In the burning flames they will perish, and with their destruction, new gods will leap from them.

The blazing sacred fire represents Vizilopochtli; the heart and blood poured into the flames, and the wisps of smoke rising into the sky as it burns, are all offerings to the sun.

Because he is the god of war, the sun god, the lord of fire, the ruler of the south, the guardian of the great Tenochtitlan, the national patron god and supreme god of the Mexica.

The sacrifice of blood and fire was his divine message; he supplied himself with an inexhaustible supply of heart and blood, becoming the sun of the new world.

“There is no need to be afraid. Tescatlipoka has no fear. Come up, it’s time to complete the final ritual.”

Manju didn't look at the terrifying black fire that was being thrown down from the sky, a fire capable of destroying the world. Instead, he reached out his hand to Geronimo, who was still climbing the pyramid and was only a few steps away from the top.

The terrifying flames had once filled him with horror, and even Jerome Nemo couldn't help but worry about Manju's safety.

Only after hearing Manjus's calm and composed voice did Geronimo calm down and continue walking forward.

"O obsidian mirror rising with smoke, O fickle Lord of the present, reveal to me the destiny of the future. O dark and broken primordial sun, O great sacrifice of creation, O black panther who gives us life and soul and devours the world, O demon bird that steals the sun, thank you for your arrival, O omnipotent and invincible Tescatlipoca."

Bamanshu bowed respectfully to Geronimo, who was approaching, with a sincere smile on his face, addressing him with reverence and piety.

At this point, Jerome was unable to utter a single word, nor could he control his mouth to open and say anything.

The veil no longer symbolizes itself, but rather the black sun in the sky.

Liu could only nod gracefully, then remove his magnificent divine robes and prepare to lie down on the stone platform in front of Manjushri, which was used for sacrifice.

As a highly significant annual festival, the Descartes Riboka festival grants the person who plays the role of a deity the same treatment as a god for the entire year.

In the year, he will finally complete his beautiful bloom and return to his kingdom as a god, that is, become the object of sacrifice.

After the ritual ends, the next year's Tescatlipok will be selected, and another year's cycle begins.

Just as Manju was about to speak and ask the gods on the platform, a loud explosion came from not far from the pyramid.

Two jets of black flame crashed onto the other end of the pyramid, causing the entire temple to shake violently, making everything seem as if it were about to collapse.

"Great Sun, now is the moment when you ascend to the highest place and become the supreme and greatest god."

"Swallow that capricious god who holds destiny, as fickle as the night wind, and all glory will belong to the great Vecchiropitch, for only the sun god is supreme and great!"

The flames fell on the pyramid, and in the time it takes to breathe, they had already eroded a quarter of the area beneath it.

At this rate of efficiency, the black flames could destroy the entire pyramid in just two or three minutes.

Even though the corpses of the dead below began to surge and the death power of the underworld began to be released, it was all like adding fuel to the fire.

After all, when it comes to the power of the underworld, Tescatlipoca is no less than any god.

Although most of the gods in Aztec mythology are associated with death, Tescatlipoca, the Lord of the Night and ruler of the North, held the underworld in his hands.

The surging power of death only made the flames burn even more fiercely, rendering their role as a barrier negligible.

Of course, Manju didn't expect the power of the Underworld to be of much use, since he only possessed the Ereshkigal Noble Phantasm.

This doesn't mean he possesses all of Ereshkigal's powers; perhaps it's not too late for him to change his name to Nergal.

Manshu had placed all his hopes on Vicchiropitch from the very beginning; only by relying on him could the crimson sun in the sky possibly shake the dark sun.

The black flames that were pointed out on the other side now entangled Vizzilopochtli.

The sky presented a scene of evenly matched forces, with scarlet light and black flames constantly extinguishing and reigniting each other.

But upon receiving Manjus's voice, the crimson sun trembled and began to change its appearance.

Flames once again swirled from the sun, but this time they took on the shape of humans.

He was a man adorned with blue bird feathers, wielding a blue round shield, and clutching a weapon that resembled a snake.

The weapon is called Xiuhcoatl, which means fire serpent, and is the name of a great serpent in mythology.

People generally believe that the giant serpent is Navali of Xi uhtecuhtli, the god of fire, which is the god's counterpart in the world, just as Navali of Tescatlipoca is the jaguar.

The figure appearing before us, composed of flames and flying swarms, is the same figure from the myth of Vizilopochtli.

As the god of war, Vizilopochtli was fully armed when he sprang from his mother's womb; otherwise, he could not have killed four hundred of his brothers and sisters at birth.

The fiery figure wielded a serpentine weapon, directly slashing away the black flames that were coiling around him.

Then the figure reached out and grabbed at the distance, and a large amount of smoke drifted from the distant horizon, gathering directly on the bright red sun.

That was the vibrant life and soul brought about by the sacrifice made by Manju the day before, throwing his heart and blood into the flames. This was not a sacrifice to Tescatlipoca, but a sacrifice to Vizilopochtli.

Offering weapons to the god of war, fire to the god of fire, water to the god of rain, and skin to the god of death—these are the corresponding rituals in the sacrifice.

If it were a sacrifice to the rain god Traloc, it should be on a lake or water surface; and for Vizilopochtli, who is also the fire god, lighting a sacred fire in front of him would naturally be the correct option.

With this power that had been summoned again, Vizilopochtli charged toward the pyramid below without hesitation, extending his serpentine weapon and spewing forth crimson flames.

Seeing this scene, Wu Manshu was able to proceed to the next step with peace of mind. He opened his mouth again and spoke three times to the already deceased deity. II.

"Great Almighty One, Black Primordial Sun, are you willing to yield to the God of War and let a new sun rise in the heavens?"

Just as Manju asked these questions, the flames burning on the pyramid suddenly surged up.

It was no longer just flames; it had also transformed into the dark winds of death.

Everything that touched the fire immediately twisted and rotted, becoming deformed remains that wailed and cried out in agony.

“You’re making some assumptions, little one.”