Pirate Kingship

Tlacopan City, on the west bank of Lake Texcoco, is more than a dozen kilometers away from the Royal City.

The coalition forces had the "Molotov cocktail" that was highly praised by Major General Newman and the Zerg, and the war in the city was advancing very quickly.

The stone buildings everywhere have good flame retardancy, so not too much property will be damaged.

Moreover, even if the gold is affected and melted, it will not reduce its value at all.

The poor colonists from various countries and the many natives who have a deep hatred for the Azk people rushed into the city with strange cries.

Revenge for revenge, grievance for grievance.

"The sinful Azk people should not exist in this world!"

Wyandotte beside Byron had red eyes and gnashed his teeth:

"Princess, I will avenge you.

Today, we will first destroy Tlacopan and then Tenochtitlan. All you demons must die!"

And the Remit people on the right wing of Hastings were also shouting enthusiastically:

"Thank the Creator for giving us a new land of life flowing with milk and honey, as well as countless gold and slaves!"

"The Lord calls all non-Remit people in the world to serve me.

Every Remit person can get 2,800 non-Remit slaves, and now is just the beginning!"

"Get rich! Get rich!"

Although they were not pioneers of the great voyage, they had already played this set of procedures clearly.

God's gift will not fall from the sky.

But as long as I grab anything from the pagans, and then ask the Creator to forgive my sins and bear my faults, I can completely wash my face.

At worst, I can donate a church to the church. If it's not enough, I can donate another one.

For the Jinyuan sequence, this is all business.

"Stop them! Stop them!"

As the weakest member of the three-party military alliance, Tlacopan does not have the defensive advantages of the royal city, and cannot stop so many coalition forces like wolves and tigers.

The defeat was determined in a short time.

Even the pyramid where the ceremony was held began to burn in a pile of Molotov cocktails.

The stench of burning blood was suffocating.

The Azk people, who had offended the public, were completely finished when the wall fell and everyone pushed them down.

The Hetings people always kept in mind the mission requirements of the Bloodthirsty Cult.

They needed to grab enough sacrifices to worship [Mother of Creation Lilith] who controlled the final ritual [Scarlet Holy Grail].

It was too troublesome to transport slaves over long distances in the rainforest.

Fortunately, the city is now full of elite warriors and a large number of extraordinary bodies who died in the battle.

After opening the city gate, they did not move forward, but led a group of people to do the work of "scavengers" under the command of the insect swarm.

Use the [Blood Holy Grail] to turn corpses that have been dead for no more than one hour into transmuted blood, which has the same effect as a living sacrifice (Chapter 132).

And there is no need to fight with others, so the six pirate generals are naturally happy about it and soon led the team to disperse throughout the city.

Only Byron left Bruch to sit in the team.

With [Blood Red Whiskey] Alfred, the current top master of the Pioneer Navigation Colonial Company, as a guard, he went to the front line to grab heads.

His trump card [Wild Hunt Knight] needs to accumulate ten second-level spirits to allow him to briefly burst out the third-level power and get a ticket to play in the final game.

"Four! Five! Six!"

Launch [Son of the Storm] with all his strength and blow through the streets and alleys like the wind.

In addition to grabbing heads from the Azik warriors who have been beaten up and have little blood left,

He also did not forget to look for the "skinned" undercover who had occupied Taiman Brac Island with [Falcon] and then dispersed into the coalition.

With the logbook, no matter what these guys become, they can't escape Byron's fatal sword from the sky.

Soon, the "ammunition" for transformation was ready to go.

At the top of the Great Golden Pagoda.

Clang!

A sound of metal clashing.

The demonized claws of [Tiger Warrior] Montezuma II and the swift sword of [Conqueror] Cortes collided, sparks flying.

"Humph, [The First Overseas Development Order] is good in everything, but it's a bit redundant to declare war."

Although he complained a little in his heart, Cortes' face did not change.

He let his lover Beatrice be the pillow of Emperor Azk for several years, and he knew this guy's details very well.

Strength, speed, extraordinary ability, and even physical limits are all clear, and he even knows him better than he knows himself.

Besides, who stipulated that after "declaring war", only one-on-one duels were allowed?

He shook the swift sword in his hand, and the cold sword light suddenly killed the "queen" behind Montezuma II.

"Hand over the code to me!"

Those who can bring the swift sword to the battlefield are not weak hands. The [Supreme Art] of this conqueror is much stronger than Catherine who is also good at this.

He is another swordsman who has reached the [Flow] realm like [Blood Red Whiskey] Alfred.

"Damn it, don't even think about it!"

Seeing his "color-destroying" lover, the native emperor's eyes were immediately split.

Byron, who didn't need to act as a guard at all, stepped forward and pretended, and immediately blocked Beatrice in front of him regardless of his own safety.

Fighting with an opponent who knows you completely and is even stronger than you is already a huge pressure.

At this time, you have to protect another person, and you are instantly caught in a dilemma and surrounded by danger.

Soon, he had several long bloodstains on his body.

The native emperor regretted it in his heart:

"If I hadn't driven everyone away just now, if I had noticed the ambitions of these Castilians earlier."

Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine in the world.

Even if someone told him before today, he would not believe it.

The Azk people had the same attitude as the Chichen Itza people when talking about outsiders.

These natives with a large population and strong soldiers and horses have never regarded outsiders as competitors.

Although they have sharp weapons, [Ladder of Glory] is far less powerful than black magic at low sequences, and the number of people is really too small.

All the colonists from foreign countries added together are not as good as the three city-states of Azk.

The most daring idea is that the outsiders want to be merchants and use their steel tools or other products in exchange for their own gold, silver and spices.

To put it bluntly, in theory, the strength of outsiders cannot support their ambitions.

Until today, he finally realized what it means that the fortress is broken from the inside.

This group of outsiders actually united the natives who were dissatisfied with the empire, using their own strength to fight against their own, resulting in the current dangerous situation.

There was no more time for Montezuma II to regret.

Step by step, he retreated and was almost retreating to Beatrice who was trying to maintain the legislative ceremony.

He couldn't help but said anxiously:

"Queen, run quickly, don't worry about the ceremony anymore!

I know you have made too much effort to formulate rituals, collect sacrifices, and preside over the ceremony for me and our future.

But as long as we are still here, there will be another opportunity to hold the ceremony. You will always be my most beloved queen!"

Who would have thought that the voice behind him would suddenly make him stunned.

"Your Majesty, this won't work. The master still needs this thing."

Before he could figure out what "master" meant.

He felt a pain in his lower back, and then all the strength in his body poured out from the cold hole.

The whole person collapsed softly at the feet of his beloved "queen".

With eyes wide open in disbelief, he saw Beatrice holding the [Golden Codex] in one hand and a magic dagger in the other hand with a red blade, dripping a drop of blood.

In a flash, the situation suddenly reversed.

The [Versatile Enchantress] did not look at the infatuated emperor again, but looked at the [God of Tyranny] beside him, snorting coldly:

"A mere corn dares to usurp the name of God? Do it!"

Hearing her cry, on the four corners of the pyramid.

The four shamans who were still peeling and sacrificing suddenly raised their obsidian skinning knives at the same time and stabbed them into the heart of the sacrifice.

A strange syllable came out of their mouths:

"Sta!"

Instantly, another sacrificial array hidden under the pyramid was activated.

Hualala.

Four thick chains rushed up from the blood river that filled the surroundings, and locked up the [God of Tyranny] who had no self-awareness.

He was pulled high into the sky and locked on an illusory altar.

Beatrice personally held the blood-red ceremonial knife in her hand, and together with four "skinned men" disguised as priests, they shouted a name:

"Thousand-Faced Snake. Hydra!"

The sky suddenly became dark, followed by the hissing of snakes.

The symbol of [Lord of the Skinned] did not come from human skin at first, but like corn, it sacrificed itself to peel off its skin and dedicated it to humans; or like a snake, it could shed its skin and be reborn.

But in the view of the Skinned Church, this is a perfect fit of mystical direction.

Small fish eat shrimps, and big fish eat small fish.

The [God of Tyranny] who enjoyed countless human blood sacrifices in an empire and ate all the gods is the perfect tribute to [Thousand-Faced Snake. Hydra]!

Hydra is also worshipped by the Skinned Church. That super-standard existence before the era is a "supernatural phenomenon" at the same level as Lilith and Kraken.

"Queen, what are you doing?"

Montezuma II, who was stabbed in the kidney and fell to the ground, still couldn't believe that his true feelings were betrayed by her.

Beatrice smiled and said lightly:

"It's nothing, just the master's mission."

She swung the ceremonial knife suddenly, and blood appeared!