Rodrigo then appeared between Huitzilopochtli’s attack and Epona. Immediately wearing the garments of the Feathered Serpent, he stopped the powerful technique of the king of the north with a single hand.
The King of the North, upon seeing him, was deeply moved. His eyes shone with joy and a broad smile spread across his blue face.
“I am truly very happy you came, Quetzalcóatl,” Huitzilopochtli said with a broad smile. “I trained for centuries to defeat you and proclaim myself the most powerful god in the region.”
But Rodrigo did not answer. In fact, he turned around and helped Epona stand.
“Are you all right, Ep?” the young tannin asked.
But before she could say anything, he kissed her passionately while embracing her with all his strength. Epona was left speechless by her partner’s attitude.
“Although only a few hours passed, to me it felt like an eternity not seeing you,” Rodrigo said to Epona.
“I… think you should worry about that guy,” Epona interrupted nervously.
“Indeed, Feathered Serpent,” Huitzilopochtli said. “Do you know it is bad manners to turn your back on people?”
Rodrigo then turned to look at his friends lying unconscious on the ground and shook his head.
“Bad manners?” Rodrigo asked. “How can you say such words when my friends are on the ground?”
“It is a battle, boy…” Huitzilopochtli said, when without any warning, Rodrigo punched him in the face.
The hummingbird god was sent flying several kilometers away to the other side of Tamoanchan.
“We… could not even touch him,” Epona thought in surprise when she saw Rodrigo’s strength.
Huitzilopochtli stood with difficulty, his jaw broken. His breathing had grown heavy, and he had lost two teeth. Since he had no ichor, he could not recover like the other gods.
Surprised, but with eyes full of rage, the god of the north flew at full speed toward Rodrigo, who was embracing Epona.
But just as he approached the young man, a gravitational force pushed Huitzilopochtli to the ground. The god felt that gravitational force violently destroy his bones.
“This is impossible!” the hummingbird god shouted while trying to stand. “I am the strongest god in this place!”
“The world is very large,” Rodrigo replied calmly.
Then the young man released Epona and began walking toward Huitzilopochtli, who could not move. However, Rodrigo walked as if nothing were happening.
“King of the north, hummingbird god Huitzilopochtli,” Rodrigo said. “You are no match for me. If you do not wish to perish, take your things and leave this region. I will not do anything to you as thanks for saving us in the Ball Game.”
But Huitzilopochtli, breaking his bones, forced himself to stand with great difficulty.
“This… is… nothing. I am the hero of Chicomóztoc! Xiuhcóatl chose me!” he shouted furiously.
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For the first time, clear rage and desperation could be seen on the face of the king of the north.
But Rodrigo continued looking at the god with disdain and melancholy.
Huitzilopochtli then moved his shield in a circle, and four hummingbirds appeared before him as he recited:
“Euitsilchichin (Blood-sucking Hummingbird).”
The birds quickly flew toward Rodrigo and pierced his body, absorbing his ichor and manná as if they were mosquitoes.
However, Rodrigo did absolutely nothing to stop them.
Filled with blood, their stomachs swollen crimson, the birds returned to Huitzilopochtli and turned into drops of blood that soaked into the god’s body.
At that moment, the wounds Rodrigo had caused healed, and the god’s power increased considerably. The god began to laugh with an expression that made it seem he believed victory was assured.
But without warning, Rodrigo struck the hummingbird god in the jaw. His helmet broke, and his jaw dislocated. Rodrigo’s fist was surrounded by translucent white energy, like a kind of aura.
Huitzilopochtli fell sitting to the ground, disoriented. After his vision cleared, he turned to look at Rodrigo and saw him as the powerful Feathered Serpent. For the first time, he felt fear.
Never in his life had the god feared anyone, but it was clear that Rodrigo’s power surpassed every prediction he had made. His power could not be felt or perceived, but it was forceful enough to finish him in seconds.
Desperate, the god invoked a kind of sword of fire in his right hand. The weapon was created from the fire emanating from the serpent tied around his arm.
The god of the north tried to attack Rodrigo with those strikes, but Rodrigo avoided them without any difficulty. Rodrigo’s feet also seemed wrapped in a translucent aura.
Then, without difficulty, Rodrigo struck Huitzilopochtli in the chest. His ribs shattered, and the god felt his internal organs explode from within. With no energy left to continue, he fell to the ground, and the gravitational pull began crushing him again.
“There is no way you can defeat me. Surrender,” Rodrigo said calmly.
Epona could not believe what she was seeing. She herself could not follow her partner’s movements.
“What the hell happened to Rodrigo? Did this Quetzalcóatl guy awaken all his sleeping power?” she wondered.
“I will never surrender!” Huitzilopochtli shouted. “Not while I have this powerful weapon!”
With great effort, the god of the north opened his palm and placed it in front of Rodrigo’s face. Then the god recited:
“Kuautlatoani (Emperor Eagle).”
A powerful explosion engulfed Rodrigo before he could defend himself. Huitzilopochtli was thrown far away by the force of his own attack, wearing a triumphant expression. Epona also could not avoid being thrown by the attack’s shockwave.
But among the flames, Rodrigo appeared floating, protected by a translucent circle that looked like a bubble. The young man was completely intact.
“But I hit you directly!” the hummingbird god shouted in surprise.
“I am sorry, but it was too slow for me,” the young tannin replied calmly.
“He is… a monster,” Epona thought in fear when she saw Rodrigo’s immense power.
The goddess could not help thinking about Anat’s absurd power and the mission Athena had assigned them: to become stronger.
“Athena knew Rodrigo’s enormous potential from the moment she met him. That is why she sheltered him and allowed herself to go to war against Ares just to earn his trust,” the equine goddess continued thinking, understanding Athena’s intentions.
Huitzilopochtli, desperate, launched a barrage of multiple fire eagles toward Rodrigo, but the attacks did not affect the young man at all. The bubble protecting him seemed completely impenetrable.
“Very well,” Rodrigo said with a look of disappointment. “I gave you the chance to surrender by showing you my power, but you refused to listen.”
“I will never surrender!” the king of the north shouted. “I am the chosen one, the one foretold by the prophecy of Chicomóztoc!”
“Then this is the end,” Rodrigo replied, and then he showed the hummingbird god his open palm.
“I truly liked you very much when I met you in the Ball Game,” Rodrigo continued. “I wanted to be able to trust you as a true elder brother.”
Rodrigo then created a sphere of white energy with colored lights around it as he recited:
“Tlahuizcalpantecuhtli (Morning Star).”
The sphere traveled from the young man’s hand and struck Huitzilopochtli.
Epona recognized that it was a technique identical to the ability “Esfera de Venus” that the young man had used before.
A violent explosion of light arose from the clash between the god’s attack and Rodrigo’s power. However, since the power was sacred, it caused no damage to the surface. The energy of the king of the north disappeared at that moment.