Favia's words made Smoke Mirror narrow his eyes slightly. For some reason, when he saw the calm determination in the expression of the silver-haired young man in front of him, he had some inexplicable expectations, especially when he smelled the unprecedented smell of "battle", so he was hopelessly excited.
"However, I will abolish human sacrifice and become the new 'Fifth Sun'. As the new captain, I will take the responsibility of dimming the 'Sun' and do everything I can to deny this cruel rule of the Central and South American world -"
At this moment, Favia realized belatedly that this was the underworld of Central and South America, Mictlan.
Because some of the "countless starlight" that I heard or saw in the past seemed to have never ceased, until the other side of the end of the thick fog was filled with those spots of light.
"I am more concerned about where this ship can go than the survival of the sun."
237: Why are you wearing Smoky Mirror's clothes? (5k)
Hearing this, Smoke Mirror narrowed his eyes, and the young man's body was reflected in his eyes. It was an upper body with muscles that were not strong, but still very strong.
The reason why it looked like this in his eyes was that Smoke Mirror, out of curiosity and playfulness, imagined it as the posture of the First Sun, in other words, his own primitive attire.
The unknown stranger sitting near him, wearing only pants, with his silver hair touching his white neck and his deep blue eyes, was like a bottomless ocean.
......The sea and the lake match well, blue and blue.
The blond man suddenly thought of this.
The fire was burning fiercely, sparks were jumping on the firewood, making a faint but earth-shaking crackling sound.
In the silence, Favia, who said that, and Smoke Mirror looked at each other.
hazy--
In the thick fog, the First Sun of Aztec spoke with a cheerful look on his face.
"Oh, that's a very straightforward statement. What you said sounds very cool. Becoming the 'fifth sun' in the world after the Age of Gods or something..."
With a click, the smoke mirror changed his original primitive attire into ancient gray armor, and a leopard mask appeared on his face. Even his original joyful voice became extremely dull.
"If it was that bird head that appeared at this moment, I'm sure you would have directly recognized that peace has come, which also means a good harvest and farming."
What Smoking Mirror said was not a lie.
At least, judging from his previous "communication" with Quetzalcoatl, he was sure that Quetzalcoatl would directly hand over the responsibilities of the "Second Sun" to Favia after hearing these words, which might make it easier for Favia to abolish the current "living sacrifice" of the Fifth Sun.
After all, the 'sun' of the Fifth Solar Age was the responsibility of Smoky Mirror and Quetzalcoatl. The reason why they only created the Solar Age but did not complete the 'sun' responsibility was because the decline of the Age of Gods was an inevitable trend at that time. After discussion, the South American gods planned to give the future to mankind. They returned to the jungle in the Age of Gods and quietly 'dreamed' in this land, dreaming of a better future for mankind.
"However, unlike her, I cannot accept the abolition of this rule."
Because of the Leopard Man Mask, Favia could not see through Smoky Mirror's expression; only his voice remained the same.
"Therefore, I, the First Sun of the Aztecs and the Patron Saint of the Mayans, cannot accept you as the Fifth Sun for the time being."
"I don't care whether you as God agree or not. Whether you agree or not, I will become it."
In Favia's eyes, the image of Smoke Mirror transformed into a panther man was reflected.
This was probably the first time since he sat by the fire that he looked so directly at the Aztec first sun.
“Central and South America is an overly harsh land. Prolonged human sacrifice is an inevitable choice for people living on this cruel land. In a world where everyone is destined to sacrifice, is this world cruel?
It's cruel, but this is the culture of the Aztecs. I will not deny it. Whether they abolish human sacrifice or not, this land will soon face the most brutal battle since the end of the Age of Gods. I don't want them to fail."
He says,
"The people of this land should not die in a living sacrifice to maintain the continuation of the world. They should work with me to use their blood and efforts to create order for the chaotic world, bring civilization to the barrenness, and replace poverty with prosperity. They should do what they want for themselves, for the land under their feet, and for the future of the people born here in the future."
Favia felt a breeze blowing, and then something seemed to cover the depths of his ears, and the sounds around him suddenly became noisy.
The silver-haired young man felt that there was someone other than the smoke mirror secretly looking at him, but he didn't care.
Because this is Mictlan, the underworld of Central and South America, and those sighs are the souls that remain from the past solar era.
"I cannot stop the war from happening, so sacrifice is inevitable. This land will eventually be flooded with blood. Fighting day and night, moving forward amidst the flashing of swords and sabers, this will be a difficult journey that will last for who knows how many years.
Whether it is the heroes who fight against fate or the creators who write inspiring stories, their fighting deeds, or even a "hymn" for them, are difficult to pass on. The things that are truly worth cherishing may be difficult to be noticed, or even difficult to be discovered by anyone...
Despite this, it still exists quietly in the hearts of people who move forward in tragedy and suffering, which will surely inspire people to take the courage to move forward. I believe that step forward will become the 'hope' in the hearts of countless people. "
Favia said as if talking to herself.
His tone was as if he was openly displaying a very precious treasure.
"I always believe that although these regrettable stories of countless heroes will become legends in the future, they will also become the 'backbone' of the future world, building a roof to protect future people from wind and rain.
People in the future may not be as outstanding, excellent, or brave as people today.
But they will remember who these people are fighting for, who they are fighting for, and what they are fighting for.”
These were frank words, which brought a brief silence around them.
It was not unbearable, but a kind of sincere tranquility, as if chewing something firmly.
So-called strength does not simply come from the use of force to promote death and blood.
Choosing not to fight may also be a sign of strength.
But even so—
There are still places in this world where only strength and countless sacrifices can bring some hope to those who come after us.
If that bird-headed guy also came, he would probably fight with me for him, in order to make me promise to take on the responsibility of the First Sun.
For some reason, the Smoke Mirror seemed to see the scene of his great battle with Quetzalcoatl at the end of the First and Second Solar Ages.
Although it was just an illusion, the sight made him feel nostalgic.
"That's a pretty convincing statement. If I were to say that now... it doesn't seem right. Neither Black, Red, or Blue would accept it." Smoke Mirror shook his head and continued, "You said you wanted to become the sun of the Fifth Sun Era to replace the impact of the abolition of the human sacrifice rule. But you have to know that it's not that simple. Even if you really become the sun of the Fifth Sun Era, that power itself cannot go against the world."
This is like the so-called strongest character in a game, who cannot violate the underlying rules of the game.
"I will take full responsibility. After all, I was the one who caused this, so I can fight alone." Favia paused for a moment, because he realized that the noise around him had disappeared. "As the fifth sun, I will be the only god on this earth. This is no longer within the calculation of the rules."
"......Yeah."
The smoke mirror whispered.
It was different from the previous days, like a sound of excitement that could not be suppressed.
The First Sun actually doesn’t care too much about the future. He prefers warriors to heroes.
In his opinion, Favia, who said this at this moment, was trying to reject the dimness of the "sun", deny the operating rules of the Central and South American world itself, fight against the destruction accepted by the "Maya", and want to be the only one who wants to fight all the South American gods...
For this reason, the First Sun was hopelessly excited.
After all, he could hear in Favia's voice a determination that seemed unshakable by anyone, so how could he not be excited?
For the Smoky Mirror, if the person recognizes his own strength, he will provide assistance no matter what, but if the person just wants to test how much strength he has, he will give him a harsh trial that will make him feel that life is worse than death.
Therefore, Smoky Mirror, who was extremely excited about what Favia was going to do, had a smile on his face.
This is the first time I've done something like this.
If I miss this time, how long will it take to see you again?
With a smile on his face covered by the Leopard Man's mask, Smoke Mirror looked at Favia and said:
"Originally, I thought you were the same as that bird-head. She always regarded human sacrifice as a bad habit. She couldn't agree with letting humans kill each other with weapons that didn't fit them. In her opinion, true strength means a heart that is stronger than fists. Peace is powerful. I don't deny her hope."
There was a rare hint of laughter in the voice of Smoke Mirror.
"It's just that it's good to hate weapons, but you can't forget about them. There is hope in this world that can only be gained through fighting. You can't pray for hope on the other side's kindness. Being unable to win and being able to win are two different things."
At this point, Smoke Mirror took off the leopard mask on his face, revealing his true face again, and rubbed the mask in his hands.
"When you were at the top of the pyramid, you saw the 'Light and Shadow Snake', right? Originally, the reason why I asked you to come here, besides to see you, was to test whether the bird-head had come. But it seems that I was the only one who was called by the world for some reason. After all, according to her personality, if she saw me playing in her territory, she would have rushed out."
"I see. No wonder the Razer instead of Quetzalcoatl appeared in 'Light and Shadow Snake'."
In response to Favia's words, the blond man nodded with a slight smile on his face and relaxed in a satisfied manner.
"After all, although I am the god of the Leopard Warriors, I am not a Leopard God. Like Quetzalcoatl, I am a Snake God.
The Feathered Serpent governs harvests and farming, while the Thundering Serpent governs war and victory.
It’s just that the most powerful sacred animal in Central and South America is the leopard, so the most revered god is also associated with the leopard, that’s how it is.”
For some reason, when he said "the most respected god", although these were the words spoken by Smoke Mirror himself, it was obvious that the corners of his mouth raised again.
"That doesn't seem right. I remember there was a kind of warrior who tamed vultures to fight. In fact, this is the synonym for warrior here."
The silver-haired young man mercilessly exposed the self-promotion of Smoky Mirror.
"You actually knew that?! Could it be that Traloc betrayed me so quickly?" The blond man made a distressed expression, "I treated her as a sister, but I didn't expect to be backstabbed so soon..."
"That's not what she said, I just understand it."
"Alright, alright, all's fine." Smoke Mirror waved his hand. "In that case, just forget what I just said... Oh, it looks like it's almost time, I should go too. I still have to find out the real reason why the world called me out."
"Is that so? In that case, could you please help me find the whereabouts of this thing?"
Favia remembered that the original purpose of coming here was to collect the last part of the Silver Key, so he held up the broken Silver Key in front of his chest and said to Smoke Mirror.
"Well, that thing seems to be quite extraordinary."
As the first sun of the Aztecs, Smoke Mirror could naturally see at a glance that the seemingly ordinary thing possessed an unspeakable terrifying power, but he did not take it seriously.
"That's fine. If there is a similar existence or aura, I will tell you."
"Come to think of it, I thought you were going to fight me."
"Well, I did have that idea at first, but let's put it off until later. After all, I still want to see how you're going to become the fifth sun." Then, Smoke Mirror seemed to remember something, "Since you approve of what you did, let this be my help to you."
After he finished speaking, he didn't care about Favia's reaction and directly put the leopard mask on Favia's face.
It was at that moment that the thick fog around gradually dissipated, and a shadow extended from behind the smoke mirror.
Sometimes big, sometimes small.
It looked like the sun, or a twisted jaguar lying on the ground, its shape constantly changing, and finally it became a thundering black snake, attached to Favia's body. Presumably the scene when it came was also created by the smoke mirror.
As he was leaving, Favia heard Smoke Mirror's cheerful words again in his ears.
"Moon Lake is my lovely sister. I allow her to call herself Huitzilopochtli, so you must take good care of her, Fifth Sun."
Afterwards, the blurry vision in his eyes gradually recovered, but when he finally returned from the underworld, Favia felt a subtle chill on his body.
However, before he could realize why, Tlaloc had already walked up to him in a hurry.
".....I am so annoyed. Did I allow you to come up here? You are so speechless that you can't think about it carefully-"
The words that followed were not spoken by Tlaloc, for she mistook Favia for a smoking mirror at this moment.
The way Favia was dressed at this moment might have been intentional by Smoke Mirror. It was the primitive dress of Smoke Mirror, with a leopard mask on his face.
As for the hair color, it seems to have been turned golden by the leopard mask...
So this clearly shows that it was most likely not an unintentional act by Smoke Mirror, he did it on purpose.
"Ah, brother, it's you....Did you kill that guy...?"
Favia could feel that Tlaloc's voice seemed a little stiff, and also found his current attire strange, so he did not explain it immediately, but just took a step forward, waved his hand, and nodded as if it was a matter of fact.
Just like that...Is he dead? As expected, I couldn't resist my brother...He died so quickly...
"Great Tezcatlipoca... You are worthy of being my brother... I also think this is a good thing..."
Perhaps to change his mood, Tlaloc paused.
then,
"......Yes, it's actually a good thing that guy is dead."
Hearing her say this, Favia couldn't help but blink and turned to look at the black-haired girl.
"What's wrong, brother? Why are you looking at me like this?"
The silver-haired young man still didn't say anything, just watched quietly, so it was inevitable that Tlaloc felt that the smoke mirror was saying something -
"Do you really think so?"
"Well, of course. Even though he didn't die at my hands, he died. Well, it's OK if he died."
That was the original thought, so really all I had to do was die, um, yes, that's it.
Tlaloc thought to himself.
"It's just that, how should I put it? Actually, it doesn't matter if I die later. I'm not saying that what you did is wrong or giving you advice. On the contrary, I very much agree and approve of this approach. For this kind of guy with unknown origin, we should eliminate him thoroughly as soon as possible.
Well, it’s just that he seems to have seen some great cities. Yes, there is a fairy waiting for him, and it seems that it is difficult to persuade him, and it is not easy to kill him directly. After all, he is a fairy and has no bad intentions. The Aztecs all want to see him and really regard him as the messenger of Quetzalcoatl...”
