At the beginning of the founding of Tenochtitlan, the lake center embankment was one of the most important buildings in the city. In addition to adjusting the water level in the rainy and dry seasons, it can also guard against enemy attacks from the opposite bank of the lake. However, with the expansion of Tenochtitlan and the establishment of the Aztlan Empire, the lake center embankment actually lost its military role and existed only as a water conservancy facility. The guards guarding the bank, from the position that can only be held by the most elite samurai, gradually became the most relaxed idle position in the entire embankment.

Because the Aztland Empire was too strong and there were no foreign enemies, the officials of Tenochtitlan completely lost their sense of crisis in peace. As long as the management officials were given enough benefits, even the Gentile warriors could obtain a position on such an important embankment.

The powerful Aztland Empire will begin to collapse from this small ant hole.

The officials who managed the dam were killed by the Gentile Warriors who had been inserted in advance. Bjorn then took hundreds of soldiers and rode from the other side of the lake on more than ten warships obtained from Karqapitz and dozens of canoes they had prepared, and launched a fierce attack on the dam.

Under the attack of inside and outside, the defenders who had no combat capabilities were quickly wiped out. Then, the dam's sluice was opened. The people in Tenochtitlan first heard a roar of thunder and lightning, and before they could react, a wall of water pressed towards the city.

In fact, all this was not without warning. Aztland had just exploded a flood not long ago. At that time, heavy rains were raining for several days. A rebel who was eager to open the gate in advance. Fortunately, the other defenders discovered and dealt with it in time. The water level was only the city streets. However, the officials who managed the dam were afraid of being investigated for bribery, so they chose to conceal the reports. In addition, the Sun King went on an expedition and the new fire ceremony was approaching, and no one in Tenochtitlan investigated the sudden opening of the dam.

Even though rumors that the Fifth Era would be destroyed by the floods have spread throughout the streets and alleys of Tenochtitlan, the officials still sipped tequila and drank hot chocolate on the balcony as if nothing had happened.

In an instant, the entire Tenochtitlan was trapped in the ocean. The slaves waiting for slaughter on the streets, the soldiers escorting slaves, the onlookers, the local aborigines, and even all the streets and markets were swept away by the floods.

The drowning people struggled wildly. The nobles and rich men wore cotton coats and quickly absorbed water and became heavier. The warriors wore armor, and even if they tried their best, they could not float out of the water. On the contrary, the slaves were the luckiest. They were stripped naked by the Aztlans, and they only had a thin layer of agave fiber cloth to cover their shame, so they were relaxed and comfortable in the water. Looking around, 70% of the people who floated up from the water were these slaves.

The god failed to protect his believers, and the flood poured into the temple, forcing the politicians of the states in the audience towards the direction of the Great Pyramid. However, the steps along the Great Pyramid were already filled with priests, slaves and soldiers. In the face of the rising water level, identity and status were meaningless. The people below tried their best to pull the legs and feet above, trying to pull them off; the people above stepped on the shoulders and heads below to ensure their safety and worries. I wonder how many people rolled down the steps and fell into the water during such tearing.

The priests and warriors who chased Sitramina to the top altar did not have to worry about their safety yet. However, the sudden flood still scared them. The chief priest pointed at Sitramina above angrily and shouted: "Don't worry about it, grab her! She has nowhere to run!"

Sitramina just sneered and shook her head. On the towering altar, she suddenly stood up straight, clamped her legs, and tightened her back. Her arms were raised to both sides, like a goshawk spreading her wings. Looking at the Aztlan Warrior who was still trying to climb the altar, she laughed again, and then leaned back. Losing her center of gravity, she immediately fell straight down to the ground from the top of the pyramid with hundreds of steps!

Her body fell rapidly in the air, but her posture was elegantly like a falcon flying in the sky. With a perfect body movement, she fell peacefully into the water below, and then was pulled from the water by a thick arm to the boat.

"Why are you covered in blood?"

Bjorn frowned and looked at Sitramina. According to the plan, Sitramina, who pretended to be a slave, would break free from control when she was sent to the bottom of the altar and was about to be sacrificed, climbing to the top of the altar to lower the flag as a signal, without much fighting at all.

"I can't watch these slaves be killed. They will remind me of my tribe's companions." Sitralmina replied coldly, "I killed the altar all the way from below. Do you have any opinions?"

"No objection. If you have the ability, you can do whatever you want."

Bjorn looked away from Sitralmina and surrendered to the front. His fleet had already sailed into Tenochtitlan along the flood, killing the Aztlan warriors in the water. Some of the Aztlan soldiers had climbed up highlands such as the balcony on the second floor, but these highlands were divided into small pieces that had no connection with each other by the flood. They were either cleaned up by the "rats" that emerged from there or surrounded and annihilated by Bjorn's fleet.

The people on the pyramid watched Tenochtitlan fall, but they could do nothing. Bjorn's fleet leisurely cleared the entire city, and finally came to the bottom of the pyramid, circling around the pyramid like a mockery.

Bjorn looked at Sitramina behind him with sarcasm: "Junior sister, there are more than Aztlans on it. Do you want to rush up to save them again?"

Sitramina ignored Bjorn's ridicule and replied lightly: "Life and death are fate, wealth and honor are in heaven. Take action."

So Bjorn held the spear in his hand and pointed majesticly at the top of the pyramid.

"This pyramid will no longer exist. In the last few minutes, those who want to survive will jump down, and those who want to die will continue to gather on it!"

As the magic gathered at the tip of his spear, more and more people jumped off the pyramid in panic. So Bjorn's fleet began to work, and all those who floated to the surface and dressed intact became the targets of their swords, while those who were ragged were let go and left to fate.

A few minutes later, Bjorn's magic hit the pyramid as he declared. The fiery magic defeated a corner of the pyramid, and the scorching bricks fell into the water, and a large amount of mist appeared. Then, the entire pyramid tilted uncontrollably towards the opening opened by Bjorn. After a loud noise like a mountain shaking, the altar of the Sun God of War, which sacrificed tens of thousands of slaves, fell into the water.

"Look, the new fire ceremony has failed! Aztlan is about to perish!"
Chapter completed!