The sudden change caused the warriors beside Amy to stand up one after another. Many of them were drunk, and regardless of whether they received the orders of the call, they rushed towards the temple cursingly. Some of the remaining people felt that it was inappropriate to continue watching the show on the balcony, but they didn't know what they could do, while others were drunk and could not move, so they could only talk on the balcony.

The owner of the house was very drunk. He rubbed his eyes hard and confirmed it over and over again at the bottom of the street.

"I may have really drunk too much," he said. "Why did the female slave who escaped from the Grand Temple a long time ago run back to the Grand Temple?"

Amy heard it and asked, "The female slave who escaped from the Great Temple?"

"We know how to break the sword, and we are a woman again, that's right... Oh, she escaped from the top of the pyramid that time, but we were punished a lot. But why did we wear clothes this time? I think it's better to wear them... than.... If we wear clothes, we can't recognize them."

He gradually spoke nonsense, and Amy frowned. But he saw the master patting his head and shook his head hard: "It should be an illusion, or it's a dream. Her companions have already been eaten by us. Now we have nothing to do now and run back to the temple. Next time I dream, I still hope to see someone who is not wearing clothes. Hey, I was there when I took off her clothes, and my figure was very good...dick!"

Because of drinking too much wine, the owner of the house vomited out. Several maids from other places ran up with mops and rags and began to clean the balcony.

Amy sighed and shook her head. Although half of that was nonsense, she had the same doubts as the owner of the house - why did Sitramina run towards the direction of the Grand Temple? The Sun King has already set out to fight, and even if it is assassination, there is no valuable goal in the direction of the Temple. Moreover, it is a area controlled by heavy troops. Going there is tantamount to sending herself to death.

She wanted to see what Sitralmina was doing, but unfortunately the scene in the temple was not visible here. Amy could only turn her attention to the scene: the death of the blue warrior caused a large-scale chaos, with many soldiers moving closer to this direction, and more soldiers rushed towards the direction of the temple, and the onlookers fled, and all the slaves were controlled to the ground.

No one responded to Sitramina's actions, it seemed that Sitramina was really alone.

There should be other supporters? Where are they arranged? Where are Bjorn? Where are they now?

Just when Amy thought was dizzy, she saw several ropes hanging down above the pyramid. Then, an extremely huge white cloth drooped down from the top of the pyramid along the rope!

It was really just a piece of white cloth, nothing and empty. Its only feature was that it was big enough to cover half of the pyramid and hung high enough that it could be seen from far away.

Sitramina turned around with a sneer. She had climbed to the top of the altar of the Sun God of War. Her body was covered in blood, so that the original color of the fabric could not be seen at all. This white cloth was what she untied the mechanism pre-set at the top of the altar and put it down from the pyramid.

The wind became stronger above the altitude. Sitralmina gasped at once - this was a desperate situation where she had nowhere to retreat. She relied on the unexpected attack just now to kill dozens of warriors and priests who had not picked up their weapons. But she was also forced into a dead end. The Aztlan warriors who had reacted had gathered under the altar. It was roughly estimated that they were above a hundred people, and more warriors were rushing towards this side.

However, those Aztlan warriors looked at Sitramina on the platform below the towering altar, and no one dared to climb up first.

"How dare you stand above the Sun God of War!" The warriors stamped their feet in a panic below, "Come down here quickly!"

"Is this so anxious?" Sitralmina said with a sneer, "We will install the rope and white cloth on it. How many times have we stepped on your Sun God of War during this period? Use your brain and think about it carefully!"

During the riot, the chief priest who presided over the new fire ceremony walked towards this side. He felt ashamed of the white cloth that suddenly appeared on the pyramid. Their sacrificial activities were roughly on the top of the pyramid, and to be precise, on the small platform under the Altar of the Sun God of War at the top. And they have always been neglected to pay attention to the top of the altar with real commanding heights. As a result, in front of the politicians of various states, such a huge joke is made today!

"Who are you!" the chief priest shouted at Sitramina above the altar, "What is the purpose!"

"Look at this flag on the pyramid!" Sitralmina shouted at him, "This has already said everything!"

"This is obviously a white flag, nothing!"

"That's right! There is nothing, the empty white does not belong to any city-state or any family, but any city-state and any family's flag must be based on it! This is us!"

"Are you kidding me? A little mouse, who just sneaked into our temple and dared to talk to me in such a big tone!"

The chief priest could no longer contain the anger in her heart. She glared at the group of warriors behind her and shouted: "Don't worry about blasphemy, climb up and tear him to pieces."

Looking at the Aztlan warrior who began to climb the altar like an ant below, Sitramina quietly lowered her head and a series of unknown names emerged from her mouth:

"Avilistry, Quitespari, Akaran, Nochevatel, Ya'Outel, Matlar, Kusatri, Kuanakuchi..."

When she raised her head back, there were still a little tears in the corner of her eyes. She wiped the tears away and shouted loudly at the bottom:

"We are rats, but Aztlans, open your eyes and look at it! Rats are already spread all over Aztlan!"

——The blood splattered on Amy's face.

Amy opened her eyes wide and looked at the owner of the house who was drinking just now lying in a pool of blood. The servants who were originally serving tea and pouring water in the room were now holding blood-covered weapons and stood in front of Amy with bright eyes.

"Mr. Bjorn guessed that you might choose this place to watch the ceremony." A foreign maid who was responsible for sweeping the floor stuck out her tongue and licked the blood that was splashing to her mouth, "Pack up your luggage and prepare to get on the boat."

"Arriving on the boat...but is this land?"

"It's going to be vast. There are also our men on the dam. Once the white flag on the pyramid is released, it's time for them to take action. It's rainy season now, as long as you seize control of the dam and open the gate, Tenochtitlan will soon be flooded!"

Amy felt a little scared deep in her heart: "What kind of organization are you? How many people are there? Where is the stronghold?"

"We are 'mouses'," replied the maid. "Tenochtitlan is the weakest part of our strength. But outside Tenochtitlan... we have spread all over Aztlan."
Chapter completed!