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Chapter 502 The Prophecy of Death(1/2)

In the ancient temple, there are symbols of death everywhere. Skulls are shaking on the wall, tooth bells are ringing in the wind, corpses are lying in front of the main hall, and blood is scattered on the black stone. And the shrill laughter can be heard throughout the temple.

It sounded like a dying female animal wailing!

"Hahaha!..."

The White Snake Princess hugged the boy and leaned against the vicissitudes of the wall. She smiled heartily, closed her hands tightly, and covered the boy's eyes.

"The old priest of death that the Mexicans were looking for has been killed by me!"

"Damn it! How dare you!"

Bertard angrily took off his long bow, mounted a long arrow, and aimed directly at Warrior Ji's vitals. At such a close distance, he was absolutely sure that he could shoot through the enemy with one arrow!

"Haha? How dare I?"

Warrior White Snake Princess seemed unaware. She laughed and stared at the black wolf sculpture of the God of Death in the main hall, with hatred on her face.

"The leader of the Mexica people is known as the God of Death. The old skull is also the priest of the God of Death. I don't know if there is any evil connection between the two! He cursed the Four Nations Alliance and threatened my Royal Highness. He deserves to be killed! Damn it!

"

Shulot frowned and looked at the somewhat crazy Warrior Ji. He pursed his lips and asked in a deep voice.

"Where is the body of the Death God Priest now?"

"The corpse? Of course he was killed and buried outside the temple. The old guy is so scary. Is he still keeping his old skull to threaten my Highness?"

"White Snake Slave, I'm not afraid."

Hearing this, the boy struggled a little, but was hugged tighter by Warrior Ji. He whispered something.

"With you here...I'm not afraid of skeletons."

"Your Highness!..."

Warrior Ji's eyes turned red instantly. She hugged the boy tightly and refused to let go, as if she was holding on to her last hope.

"...call!"

Shulot watched for a while and sighed softly. He calmly made a final promise.

"Warrior Ji of the Water Snake Family! Tell the prophecy and I will spare your lives."

"prophecy?"

Hearing these two words, Warrior Ji's voice suddenly rose. She screamed loudly, as if she was unwilling to accept some kind of resistance.

"There is no prophecy! The old skull has no prophecy! He is crazy and can only talk nonsense!!"

"Whether it is a prophecy or not, someone will naturally judge it."

Shulot's expression gradually faded, and the softness in his heart became hard again. He made a promise and a decision that could not be broken.

"...Say it! My patience will not last long."

"..."

Ji Ji stopped shouting. She looked at the man's exquisite and sturdy leather armor, obsidian gilt necklace, and black wolf pattern cloak. She guessed the man's identity, with strong doubts in her eyes, and a sense of destiny.

of despair.

"If I tell you, will you really... let us go?"

"Yes. The Lord God is witness!"

"Haha! Lord God? God of War?... Bah! Evil Mexica people, you are degenerates who collude with volcano monsters, you are black wolves who spread endless death and stick out your greedy blood tongue!"

"Buzz..."

Hearing this, Na Xiu squinted her eyes with a bad expression. She slowly drew her long bow and aimed at Warrior Ji's vitals.

Shulot was silent. He didn't speak. His eyes became as deep as the bottomless sea. He didn't move either. He just raised his head and looked at the statue of Death and the red tongue. After a while,

He whispered quietly, only Naxiu could hear it, and he only spoke to himself.

"Death is the price of life. Without death... there is no unity... Without unity, there is more death!"

"Haha, death!...Haha, death!"

Ji Ji looked at the statue of the God of Death and laughed, even to tears. It wasn't until her laughing voice became hoarse and she couldn't breathe that she suddenly stopped and asked a cold question.

"Chief Mexica, who are you?"

"..."

Shulot was silent for a while. Then, he looked at Warrior Ji with an expressionless face and declared calmly.

"I am the Mexica's God of Death, Xuelotel."

At this moment, the king's divinity surges out, while the humanity is buried deep in his heart. In the name of the God of Death, he commits the act of death. There is neither joy nor compassion.

"What?! You!"

Hearing this, Warrior Ji was so shocked that she lost her voice for a moment. Her face showed shock at first, then disbelief and disbelief, then turned into grief and anger, and then into hatred like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood... Finally, her face was filled with murderous intent.

Insanity!

"The God of Death, Shulotel! It's you! It's you! With the cruel Mexica Legion, using the power of the volcano demon, destroyed our city-state!...Kill you!!"

Warrior Ji's shouts became more and more shrill, and her expression fell into madness. She jumped forward suddenly, picked up the longbow on the ground, pulled it open, and aimed at the Tlaxcala's great enemy.

"Whizzing!"

Two sharp feather arrows shot through the air. One hit the left arm and the other hit the right leg. Then, the bronze arrows stopped slightly, then broke through the cotton armor and suddenly penetrated the flesh.

"Chi!...Chi!"

"ah!..."

Warrior Ji let out a shrill scream, dropped the long bow in her hand, and fell weakly to the ground. Bright red flowed from her armor, and fell to the ground in drops.

"Boom!"

The large shield warriors at the door took two steps forward and aimed their weapons at the two people in the corner.

"White Snake Slave! You are injured..."

The boy screamed in surprise and threw himself on Warrior Ji. He stretched out his hands to cover the wound on the opponent's body. But the blood kept flowing and his little hands couldn't cover it at all.

"Well!..."

Warrior Ji groaned in pain. She stared at His Highness with difficulty, held his hand with difficulty, and held him in her arms. This time, she did not cover the boy's eyes.

"Your Highness! You... look at that person over there!"

"Ah? White snake slave?"

"Look at him..."

"good!"

The boy nodded, his dark eyes widened, and he stared at Shulot closely.

"Your Highness, you must remember that he is our enemy, the enemy who destroyed the entire city-state and the Glory family! You must remember him, even if he dies, you must remember him!"

Warrior Ji warned in a low voice with hatred.

The boy hesitated. He looked at the handsome young man for a while and nodded.

"White Snake Slave...I remember. I remember his appearance."

"Okay! Look at him a few more times, look at him, curse him!..."

Shulot lowered his eyes and watched everything quietly, like a sculpture of a god, watching the rise and fall of the human world.

The blood flowed quietly and soon dyed the ground. An abnormal blush appeared on Warrior Ji's face. Her expression became calm, and she did not bandage the wound, but gently touched the boy's neck and sang softly.

"I came to the temple of Death,

With the last hope,

Found the old priest,

Pray for His prophetic guidance...

"

"Hmm? Prophecy?"

Hearing this, the warrior commander looked solemn and was about to step forward to ask questions.

"Listen to her singing."

Shulot spoke calmly, his expression unchanged. The warrior commander immediately stopped, holding the long bow in his hand, and listened carefully.

"The priest with his cloudy eyes,

Watching the Goddess of the Cloud Snake

He smokes crazy poisonous cigarettes,

Hoarse gibberish!

"
To be continued...
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