Hyper-Dimensional Player-Chapter 559 - 101: Heaven’s Fury! Crush Everything!

"You are free."

An unusual native language sounded, and Aguera numbly raised his head, looking at the open prison door. At this moment, a nomad-dressed Shaman said to them, "Now gather on the square."

"Those with talent can join us, while others will be settled in place, and someone will distribute food to you."

Hundreds of prisoners were released one after another.

Some were captured from native tribes, some by Eastern Rangers, all locked up together. Aguera mingled among the crowd, looking up at the sun overhead. He didn’t expect that he would ever have the chance to see daylight again.

A wave of hunger struck him, and he smelled the aroma of food.

Those people actually distributed food to them, real food, food eaten by normal people, rather than mixed leftovers like pigswill.

His taste buds could already imagine the sweetness of corn.

At this moment, Aguera turned his head and was quite surprised to discover the statue of Corn Goddess Yolani, with hundreds of workers building a new temple, its location much closer than before, almost at the side of the Avenue of the Dead, and far surpassing the scale of the previous altar.

"Why would Eastern nomads build a temple for the Corn Goddess?"

Aguera was full of doubts, but eating was more important. After receiving a portion of food, he began to devour it ravenously. Then someone came over, asking one by one about their past identities and experiences; all farmers were settled in place since they hadn’t undergone formal training, and sending them to the battlefield would be sending them to death.

But those with combat experience seemed to be selected; they were organized into an auxiliary army corps.

It soon came to Aguera’s turn.

The Eagle Shooter leader glanced at him, examined his rough palms, and assessed his attire, then asked someone beside him, "Hunter?"

After a simple exchange, Aguera was assigned elsewhere, then someone asked if he was familiar with the local terrain and could serve as a guide.

Aguera wanted to refuse but eventually nodded.

Because he heard the matter being spread among the people: these Eastern nomads came under the guidance of all spirits and the Snake God, to save the land’s people and overthrow the cruel Aztec rule. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Snake God!

This name, although gradually fading from mythology, still evokes emotions when people recall His existence, for a simple reason: during the period ruled by the Snake God, His priests never demanded large-scale blood sacrifices or human sacrifices.

Aguera’s father died in sacrifice, captured during the War of Glory, his heart dug out alive, then his skin stripped for sacrifice.

Aguera’s brother died in sacrifice, similarly captured from the War of Glory battlefield, thrown down from the temple pyramid tens of meters high, directly shattered into pieces.

He hated blood sacrifices!

The Aztecs favored blood sacrifices, but in most cases, they captured people from other tribes as offerings. Only when no offerings were available would they use their own people. So, over the years, neighboring city-state tribes suffered, and even allies of the Aztec kingdom were devastated by blood sacrifices.

This land has corn, but only less than ten million people.

It’s easy to imagine, even with the blessing of corn, such a vast subcontinent, the population couldn’t grow. How many lives were sacrificed by the Aztecs’ blood sacrifices?

The most hateful thing was their high demands for offerings; a blood sacrifice consumed many civilians, and special warriors needed to be captured as well as noble warriors. This weakened surrounding native tribes more and more, even occasionally lacking enough men. In this era, human reproduction itself was difficult, and the limited population consumed in sacrifices led directly to a debilitating state.

In ancient legends, the Snake God would one day return with His warriors.

Aguera thought of the legend, his gaze involuntarily shifted to the man on the far and tall altar. It was said that he summoned the will of the Snake God, making Him respond anew to the prayers of the priests.

Abolish blood sacrifices!

Abolish human sacrifices!

Overthrow the Aztec rule! End the cruel sacrifices of the War of Glory!

Waves of cheers rang out.

Aguera didn’t know when he had already clenched his fists; as the only one left in the world, he felt like a ghost roaming in the wilderness, unable to find the meaning of life. But now it seemed he had a belief to live for, that was revenge, that was to end the Aztec rule.

When the belief in the Snake God returns to this land, innocent people will no longer be killed as offerings.

Fight for the Snake God!

On the Avenue of the Dead in the distance, someone distributed weapons and shields to the natives, who would serve as an auxiliary corps, compensating for the Eastern nomads’ lack of infantry. Nearby people enthusiastically joined, motivated by faith and weary hatred of human blood sacrifices.

The era must press forward.

Aguera also joined them, chosen as a guide, following the Eastern Rangers into action.

Temple of the Snake God.

The Shaman priest from the plains returned excitedly, and he said in a deep voice, "We have recruited a thousand warriors here."

"They are willing to help us defeat the Aztecs."

Just one city-state tribe, and they’ve recruited such numerous auxiliary infantry. If the battle continues, surely exponential growth would follow, growing ever larger.

Duncan nodded slightly.

The role of these auxiliary corps wasn’t great; they merely help occupy territory. Hard battles were beyond them; they’d still rely on the nomads’ elite cavalry.