The Holy Grail War of God's Blessing

The sky was filled with a scene of evenly matched power, with scarlet light and black flames constantly extinguishing and igniting each other.

But after hearing Manshu's voice, the bloody sun began to tremble and finally began to change its appearance.

Once again, flames swirled out of the sun, but this time they took the form of humans.

It was a man with blue bird feathers on his body, holding a blue round shield, and clutching a snake-like weapon.

The name of the weapon was Xiuhcoatl, which means fire snake, the name of a mythical snake.

The serpent was usually considered to be the navali of Xiuhtecuhtli, the god of fire, the universal counterpart of the deity, just as the navali of Tezcatlipoca was the jaguar.

The figure before our eyes, made of flames, was the image in the myth of Huitzilopochtli.

Huitzilopochtli, the god of war, was fully armed when he jumped out of his mother's womb. Otherwise, he would not have killed his four hundred brothers and sisters at birth.

The flaming figure wielded a snake-like weapon and directly cut off the black flames that were wrapped around him.

Then the figure reached out and grabbed into the distance, and a large amount of smoke floated over from the distant sky and directly gathered on the bright red sun.

That was the fresh life and soul brought by the sacrifice made by Mansu the day before. Throwing the heart and blood into the flames was not a sacrifice to Tezcatlipoca, but a form of sacrifice to Huitzilopochtli.

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

If a sacrifice is to be made to Tlaloc, the god of rain, it should be made on the surface of a lake or water. But to Huitzilopochtli, who is also the god of fire, the sacred fire lit in front is naturally the right option.

With the power that had been summoned back, Huitzilopochtli rushed to the pyramid below without hesitation, extending his snake-like weapon and spewing out bright red flames.

Seeing this scene, Wu Manshu could proceed to the next step with peace of mind. He opened his mouth again and spoke to the god who had already fallen to his death.

"Great Almighty, the black primordial sun, are you willing to give way to the God of War and let the new sun rise in the sky?"

Just as Mansu asked this question, the flames burning on the pyramid suddenly rose sharply.

It was no longer just a flame, it also turned into a dark wind of death.

Everything that came into contact with the fire immediately twisted and rotted, becoming deformed remains that wailed and cried.

"You're taking it for granted, little one."

Chapter 40 Sunset

"If you're going to bleed, then you should bleed to your heart's content. This is the final choice you should make. Will you fight bravely and die fiercely, or flee in panic and die a cowardly death?"

From the layers of black flames, from the scorching glow of decay and death, an illusory shadow gradually emerged amidst the wailing sounds.

A foul-smelling black wind blew up like a shadow, plunging everything it touched into pain and despair.

The night wind has appeared, and in the wind, invisible and formless gods with ever-changing shapes stride out.

The appearance cannot be described in words. At first glance, the only words that can describe Tezcatlipoca's appearance are all that can be found.

He was fat and thin, tall and short, handsome and ugly, everything that could be described in words, just like Tezcatlipoca's existence itself.

This is because Tezcatlipoca is a dynamic god who is in charge of the two opposing sides of common sense, as well as the contradictions and conflicts between these two sides.

Everything in this world is reflected in the smoky obsidian mirror. ⑵

Like a wisp of smoke, or a gust of wind, the warm and dead sun set on earth.

Tezcatlipoca walked over with a big smile on his face, not looking at anyone, as if nothing in the world was worth his attention.

But his eyes reflected everything in the world, including the temple in front of him, Mansu and Geronimo on the temple, Huitzilopochtli who had fallen, and the people in the distance.

"You actually think he's the sun of the Fifth Age? Even if I don't say anything, this is still my job, and Huitzilopochtli, that idiot, is not capable of replacing me.

I sincerely hope that you are not as stupid as him. Even a short-lived warrior should die after burning to the fullest, rather than dying in the same stupid way.

Tezcatlipoca said mockingly, the flames surging under his feet like a tide, perhaps it has indeed turned into a long river in the underworld.

The almighty god walked on the river of the underworld and simply stretched out his hand to extinguish Huitzilopochtli's fire.

“The eagle has already flown into the sky, and wherever it can see is the hunting ground, which is the predetermined kingdom of God.⑷

I will ascend to the throne of God, become the sun that rules the world, and become the supreme and greatest God King!"

Before Mansu could make any further moves, Huitzilopochtli rushed forward first, waving his snake-shaped weapon and mercilessly extinguishing the black flames around him.

"You are such a hopeless fellow, I will let you dry up first."

Tezcatlipoca shook his head regretfully and made a blowing motion with his mouth, and a fierce black wind blew up here.

The wind blew so dark that the sky was pitch black, and the colors it raised covered the sky and the sun, and made the standing earth tremble uncontrollably.

At this moment, almost half of the pyramid has been destroyed, and the foundation at the bottom has been almost completely eroded.

The entire pyramid now looks like it is suspended in the air. If it were normal, the pyramid would probably have completely collapsed.

Under this dark wind of death, the scarlet flame burning on Huitzilopochtli's body began to wane, and the fire was reduced by half in an instant.

It was even visible to the naked eye that there were actually some icicles hanging on the fire. Huitzilopochtli kept waving the fire snake in his hand to disperse the black wind around him.

But the wind keeps blowing, and even if you break a little bit of it you won’t be able to stop it, unless you destroy the source.

9 Mansu did not waste the time Huitzilopochtli wasted. He stabilized the top of the temple, allowing Geronimo to speak.

4 "I am willing to give up my position as the sun and hand over my identity as the sun god and the position of ruler of this era to the god of war Huitzilopochtli, and I will abdicate and return to the kingdom of the gods, Teteocan, to rest."

㈧There was a confused look on Geronimo's face. It was not until this moment that he dispelled some of his confusion, revealed a firm look, and hurriedly spoke.

"Great Tezcatlipoca, thank you for giving up your position as the God of War. In the name of the new sun, I welcome you back to the eternal kingdom of God."

⑷ A look of joy appeared on Manshu’s face, and the obsidian dagger in his hand pierced into Geronimo’s body without any hesitation.

③ "Now, the great Tezcatlipoca will go to the kingdom of the sun to enjoy eternal peace and beauty!"

Sanmanshu declared loudly, dug the heart out of Geronimo's body, and threw it into the sacred fire.

0The flame burned the heart to ashes at that moment, and a large amount of smoke rose.

⑸The rising smoke was not Geronimo’s soul, but the sacrificed god. The old gods became the sacrifices.

Just as the scene depicted in the fable, in the cycle of world destruction, the flames will burn the bodies of the gods who saved the old ones and give birth to new gods.

“Do you think this will be a useful move? Even if he is my incarnation, the real Tezcatlipoca is standing here, and I deny all the promises he just made in my name.”

Tezcatlipoca spoke expressionlessly, he hadn't turned his gaze away yet, still trying to completely extinguish Huitzilopochtli.

"Um……?"

But Tezcatlipoca, who had just made a negative sound, immediately made a confused sound again.

"what have you done?"

Tezcatlipoca turned his head and asked in confusion.

"I thought that nothing that happened here would escape your eyes. In front of the obsidian mirror that can reflect everything in the world, what can be hidden from you?"

Manshu did not give an answer, but asked back.

"indeed."

After hearing what Manshu said, Tezcatlipoca did not continue asking, but nodded.

Tezcatlipoca's originally somewhat illusory figure suddenly became completely solid. He no longer appeared in an invisible form, but appeared in the form of a warrior.

A man with yellow skin and black stripes painted all over his body, dressed similarly to Huitzilopochtli, stood there.

Tezcatlipoca wore two heron feathers as a headdress, jaguar skins on his elbows, a banner behind him, and an obsidian mirror on his chest and right leg.

He was wearing a warrior's gear, carrying a javelin, sword and shield.

This is Tezcatlipoca dressed as an Aztec warrior. At this time, he was called Yaotl, the weapon god who provoked disputes and was in charge of war.

The light was refracted from the mirror on his leg, and everyone could see the reflected light.

In the Aztec creation myth, Tezcatlipoca killed the earth goddess Tlaltecutli at the cost of his own right leg.

The obsidian mirror was built to fill in Tezcatlipoca's broken right foot and to compensate for his sacrifice in creating the world.

"Did you see it?"

"Look carefully, this is indeed my mistake. You are indeed a pretty good fighter."

There was still not much expression on Tezcatlipoca's face. He held his hands calmly, and then the dark sun in the sky no longer spit out dark flames or smelly winds.

Because the dark sun fell directly from the sky, just as Manjusri had done before.

But the power that will explode this time is probably unprecedented and beyond imagination.

Everyone present will surely die in this explosion. This is inevitable and truly an act of world destruction.

"Since you are just asking for death, I will satisfy you.

Wind, bring destruction! Black sun of the First Sun Age, set! The world and I will die together! "⒋

Without mercy or hesitation, Tezcatlipoca let the destruction fall.

Nothing is left, everything is on the dark sun that sets in the sky.

The figure who transformed into a warrior on the ground simply took off the obsidian mirror under his right leg.

"You have done a great job. I can't see much more through this mirror. The swirling smoke is almost engulfing this mirror, making my power almost pale in comparison."⑸

When Tezcatlipoca used his obsidian mirror to look, he knew that he could no longer stop Geronimo from fulfilling his promise.

Tezcatlipoca had violated his own law, and the pact he had made with Cu Chulainn had engulfed him in flames, further obscuring his vision.

When Tezcatlipoca really looked through the mirror, everything was already irreversible, and his own actions only dimmed his power.

The rotation and change of the sun in the sky was irreversible, but Tezcatlipoca was not the kind of god who would choose to accept his fate and not resist.

At the moment when he was sure that everything was irreversible, he did not hesitate to use his last bit of strength to pull the sun in the sky down.

Since the situation is irreversible, let's destroy everything.

Anyway, this was not the first time he had done such a thing, and it was not the first time that the dark sun fell from the sky.

"It's too late. The bodies of the old gods have already fallen into the fire. After the twilight of the gods and the end of the world, a new world will always be born."

Manshu looked up at the setting sun, having the rare opportunity to take a good look at this incomplete original sun.

"From the very beginning, the Salamander of Doom has appeared before my eyes. He has already told me the end of the gods. From that day on, I have been looking forward to the arrival of death."

Manshu said with a smile, summoning a cage gun in his hand and jumping from the highest point of the pyramid to the eroded bottom below.

Vlad III's gun has been offered as a sacrifice, so this cage of guns is the only one that can be used.

"This is your last chance Tezcatlipoca. I will challenge you right here and take everything from you completely."

Standing in the dark tide and flames on the ground, Manshu endured the pain and raised the cage gun in his hand to point it at Tezcatlipoca.

Mansu looked fearless, completely ignoring the dark sun that was gradually setting in the sky, and challenged Tezcatlipoca.

“Hmm… I should be able to hide everything in my heart in front of this mirror, but unfortunately you broke it, so now I can’t see clearly what you are thinking.

But judging from what you're doing now, I underestimated you before. You're still an interesting guy.

Since you have challenged me, then come on, but you should think about whether I will peel your skin or dig out your heart in the future. "

Tezcatlipoca pulled out a sword from behind his back, a wooden sword with a large wooden board and a sharp obsidian blade inlaid on it.

This is the famous Aztec obsidian sword known as Macuahuitl.

The obsidian fragments on the sword are quite sharp and can easily cut and penetrate the enemy's skin and defense. In addition, the obsidian fragments can be replaced at any time and have good adaptability.

The armor he was wearing should be the Aztec cotton armor. In reality, it was made of cotton soaked in salt. It was about two fingers thick and could defend against attacks from stone axes and arrows.

Tezcatlipoca, holding the maquatl in his hand, strode forward.

He did not even call upon the power around him, but simply held the sword in his hand.

At this time, the god returned to his previous state and was quite magnanimous to the warrior.

The two fought without mercy, just to kill each other.

When the sharp obsidian sword and the caged spear that imprisoned the dead clashed with each other, the longer spear would definitely have the upper hand.

As the saying goes, the gun is the king of all weapons. In a battle like this, the length of the gun can still bring great advantages.

Both sides agreed not to use more strength, but simply fought like warriors with their own strength.

Although Mansu's skills are obviously weaker than Tezcatlipoca's, they can still be compensated.

Blood was spilled wantonly in this dark river of death, including that of Mansu and that of Tezcatlipoca.

"I'm really unlucky. Although I control my fate, harsh consequences always occur on the battlefield, so I always encounter the worst."

Tezcatlipoca shook his head and said this, but there was no trace of sadness on his face, instead it was full of smiles.