"Are you really sure that 'god' is staying in a place like this?"
Diana looked at the neatly arranged frozen pork in the slaughterhouse, covering her nose uncomfortably.
The smell in this place was too foul.
She thought, even Ares at his lowest point wouldn't stay in such a dilapidated place.
"Mictlantecuhtli is a God of Death and needs Death energy to sustain his life."
Dane threw out a ball of light, letting it automatically follow them to illuminate the way.
"Originally, by rights, the place he should most likely be is actually a primitive shamanic tribe."
Death energy isn't just about dead bodies; it can only be generated during the complete process from life to Death.
That is to say, worshipping this God of Death requires acts of murder, whether subjective or objective.
"But the pure Aztecs have basically died out."
"There are no longer any of his followers on this land, so he cannot rely on live sacrifices from followers to regain his strength."
"Only in a place like this can he obtain some insignificant Death energy to maintain minimal vitality."
Slaughtering pigs in a slaughterhouse is a very clear act of murder, and it involves the complete process of life to Death, satisfying the God of Death's sacrificial ritual.
However, the Death energy produced by humans and that produced by animals are naturally incomparable; it's like someone who used to feast on lavish meals now can only rely on porridge to survive.
This God of Death is probably at his weakest point in history.
Dane sensed the place with the strongest Death energy, then stood on it. He looked at Diana.
"I'm not very good at black magic, so in a bit, I'll just have to charge in and fight directly."
Diana showed a heroic smile: "Just as I wished!"
Dane smiled and muttered:
"Mictlantecuhtli, god who controls bones, the gates of the spirit world, and the beginning of Death, open your gate here."
No matter how down and out Mictlantecuhtli was, he was still a God of Death. His dwelling was hidden in the void between life and Death.
Just as the Rock of Eternity is hidden in a dimension beyond time and space, outsiders cannot enter without the Master's permission.
Generally speaking, having fallen to this extent, the opponent should be a bit more cautious.
However, Aztec deities, aside from internal conflicts, had little experience facing external enemies.
So much so that when the God of Death, Mictlantecuhtli, heard Dane's incantation, his first thought was to blame him for not offering sacrifices.
Then Dane and Diana discovered that a strange magic circle suddenly lit up beneath their feet.
This was the angry God of Death summoning them.
He seemed to have mistaken them for some of the few surviving followers.
Dane and Diana exchanged glances, both feeling a little amused and exasperated; this god didn't seem very intelligent.
"What should we do?" Diana was already wearing her divine artifacts.
Dane was concise: "We go down and chop him up!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the magic circle cracked like tofu dregs.
At the same time, the floor tiles also cracked, revealing a pitch-black deep pit leading straight to the ground.
They did not resist the pull of gravity and plunged directly into the abyss.
Before long, they saw a dim yellow light source below.
Both of them had excellent eyesight, and they saw that the area directly below was piled high with animal carcasses.
Dane took Diana's hand and flew her over the pile of carcasses.
There were no clouds or lightning here for her to grasp, making it inconvenient to fly.
"The smell here is even worse than above!"
Diana covered her nose, her delicate face almost scrunched up into a ball.
The carcasses here had been left for some time.
Although they wouldn't rot, the bloody smell was incredibly thick and pungent, very choking.
If Superman were here, he would surely be knocked out by the stench.
Dane observed the place and found it to be an altar-like area.
The animal carcasses placed in the center were the sacrifices.
"How did you find me?"
In the dark vision, a pair of large yellow eyes lit up, and from the position of the eyes, it was clear that he was extremely tall.
The entity asked again: "How did you find me?"
Dane looked back at Diana: "Ladies first?"
Diana raised her chin proudly, her left hand gripping her round shield, her right hand drawing the godfire sword.
Only then did the God of Death, Mictlantecuhtli, realize something was wrong.
"Wait, you are not mortals!"
"I am Diana, daughter of Zeus, King of the Gods! Heretic Loki, fight me!"
Feeling deceived, Mictlantecuhtli roared furiously: "Damn pagan god, die!"
He opened his mouth and spewed out flames, which instantly engulfed the spot where Diana and Dane stood.
However, the next moment, Diana's battle cry echoed through the altar.
A figure swiftly rushed out of the flames, and the round shield smashed directly into the God of Death's face, sending him flying!
Despite Mictlantecuhtli's height of over three meters, he was a scrawny fellow.
With Diana's impact, his bones nearly came apart.
Diana was very honorable in combat; she did not press her advantage but stood her ground, waiting for the God of Death to recover.
As a proud Amazon warrior, she would not strike down an opponent she respected when he was unarmed. That wasn't called combat; it was called Carnage.
"Take out your weapon and fight me fairly!"
Mictlantecuhtli was enraged: "How dare you!"
He spat out a ball of fire, and a crudely fashioned obsidian spear appeared in his hand.
Dane's eyes flashed; he felt a very strong Death energy from the spear, as well as some of the power of divinity.
This unassuming spear was a divine artifact!
Diana, far from being surprised, smiled and charged forward, brandishing the godfire sword.
The God of Death's combat techniques were broad and sweeping; despite his massive size, his footwork was extremely agile.
Diana, on the other hand, was exquisitely skilled. After joining the JLA, she often sparred with Dane... Superman was weak against magic, and his technique wasn't great either.
Moreover, he now sunbathed every day, so his strength grew day by day, and he often relied on wild punches to contend with Diana, so she was unwilling to train with him.
The Death energy condensed on the obsidian spearhead also made Diana quite wary, but fortunately, her divine power shield was impregnable, firmly protecting her.
Although the God of Death temporarily gained an advantage due to his size.
But soon, Diana, having adapted to the rhythm, began to counterattack.
The godfire sword flashed with a sharp cold light, clashing with the obsidian spear, and Mictlantecuhtli surprisingly found it difficult to withstand the force.
He quickly pulled away from his opponent in alarm, but with Diana's battlefield instincts, how could she give him time to react?
Once again, she parried the spear's thrust with her shield, and Diana swiftly swung, cutting off one of the God of Death's calves with the godfire sword.
This calf was thicker than an adult's thigh, but when it flew through the air, it felt as light as nothing.
Losing a calf, the God of Death immediately lost his balance. He instinctively used the spear as a crutch to support himself.
Diana had been waiting for this moment. She adjusted her stance and thrust her sword, aiming directly for his eyes.
But Mictlantecuhtli also had some quick wit; he opened his large mouth, and roaring flames spewed out, engulfing Diana once again.
"Are you serious about using the same move twice?"
Diana's somewhat disappointed voice came from within the flames, and the God of Death was startled.
In the firelight, Diana used her shield to block the flame spray, walking forward step by step.
The God of Death couldn't help but retreat, a hint of fear even rising in his heart.
He was just about to swing his spear when a cold light flashed before his eyes.
This was followed by a sharp pain in his jaw, feeling as if his skull had been ripped open.
If Dane knew he was thinking that, he would sincerely say that it wasn't "as if"; his skull really had been ripped open.
Diana's godfire sword had pierced through Mictlantecuhtli's head, from his jaw straight through to his crown.
Ah, this is called thoroughness!