Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

As the morning sun rose, thousands of ruthless Mexica Warriors surged out of the camp like a tide, heading straight to the base of White Snake City. They wore Copper Armor, Copper Helmets, stained with blood, striding coldly forward, throwing one White Snake Warrior's head after another at the base of the city. Soon, nearly two thousand heads formed a small hill, silently displayed before the warriors atop the city walls.

On top of White Snake City, the Samurai and the Militia were dead silent. Even though they stood on one of the most impregnable strongholds in the world, it could not offer them any safety or assurance. This City-State, without reinforcements and unable to break through, no longer had any hope of changing its fate.

Soon, a Royal Banner with a Black Wolf emblem made its way from behind the thousands of Mexica Warriors, rising high in the gaze of tens of thousands of people.

Xiulote, wearing a Wolf Head helmet, donned in Bronze Heavy Armor, gripped a massive Bamboo-Wood Composite Bow in his hand. This exceptional Greatbow, meticulously crafted over several years by the bowyer Kundili from the Capital City Qin Congcan, represented the Kingdom's latest military engineering achievement and had only arrived here last month. The range of this Greatbow exceeded that of the existing Longbows.

Then, Xiulote stepped forward a few paces, stood outside White Snake City under the Escort of his trusted Aides, and gazed at the Tlaxcala Leader atop the city walls. After a moment, he raised the Greatbow, pulled it back with all his Force, and fired an arrow at the city walls!

"Swoosh!"

The fierce arrow flew in, striking the base of the city wall of Hill City under the shocked and surprised eyes of the White Snake City Lord Tizat.

Xiulote's old face flushed red, luckily concealed by his helmet. He once again extended his hand, made a throat-cutting gesture of death before the White Snake City Lord Tizat, and then, indifferent to the other's reaction, turned and walked away.

"Damn it!"

Seeing this scene, the eyes of the White Snake City Lord Tizat turned red instantly. He was like a desperate gambler who had bet everything, only to discover that his opponent across the table had cheated! Then, he lost all hope of a comeback, mocked by the enemy as they declared his inevitable death.

"...that damned Sarte, couldn't even recognize the trap, truly useless!"

The White Snake City Lord Tizat gritted his teeth and watched the Royal Banner of the Black Wolf once again disappear into the distance. Meanwhile, the Mexica Warriors tightened the siege trenches, cutting off all roads. The sacrificial hill formed from two thousand heads stood in silent vigil, as if issuing an invitation, beckoning the warriors to their final doom.

"Oh God of the Hunt! I will offer sacrifices to you! Please protect your devout Divine Descendants!"

After the fury passed, profound despair descended upon his heart. Soon after, despair shifted into devoutness, turning into a final frenzy. The White Snake City Lord Tizat prayed for a moment, then with reddened eyes, turned to the family warriors on both sides and sternly ordered.

"Have the Priests conduct the rituals and select five hundred Sacrifices to offer to the supreme Divine!...After the Divine has partaken, let the Samurai share in the god's gift!"

Using the most sacred language to speak the bloodiest words, this was the inheritance of the Cloud Serpent Divine Descendant. After speaking, Tizat descended from the city wall and made his way to the Temple at the center of the city. But soon, he remembered something, turned his head, and spoke slowly.

"Warrior Leader Sarte failed in the night raid, headed to the Divine Kingdom. Consider his wife and daughters among this batch of Sacrifices, to be offered to the god!... "

The morning sun set into an evening sun, as the fervent and chaotic sacrificial ceremony unfolded once more in the city. The Priests frantically chanted, danced, and sacrificed fresh and humble lives. Samurais and Militia prostrated in prayer, begging for the protection of the God of the Hunt, calling for a miracle that had never appeared. And as night fell, a more brutal scene was shrouded in the depth of darkness.

White Snake City's solid tower stood atop a plateau several tens of meters high. The failed night raid further weakened the strength of the Defending Army within the city. However, the Mexica seemed not to intend a full frontal assault. The prolonged siege continued and those still alive within the city struggled hopelessly, falling into the sinful Abyss.