Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

Under the glow of bonfires and torches, on the dark red and bloody land, lay dozens of entangled corpses, all with furious eyes wide open. Some of them wore wooden crosses, others adorned with bright feathers, and some hung with prairie bone decorations. Their weapons were scattered on the ground, axes stained with blood, great swords smeared with flesh, and short spears thrust into the opposing chests and abdomens!

Blood gathered into shallow streams, slowly flowing from the intertwined bodies of the warriors. This scene of flesh, corpses, and banners interwoven in the scorched earth resembled both the death purgatory in the eyes of cross believers and the sacrificial divine war in the cognition of Chief Divine believers.

Twenty Holy War Veterans, all wearing breastplates, died across the battlefield, their heads either fallen or half remaining. Eighteen Kingdom’s Warriors, also bearing critical wounds to their chests and necks, died beside the veterans. With a sufficient numerical advantage, comparable equipment, equally fervent zeal, and the leadership of the brave Wolf Head General, the battle loss ratio between the Kingdom’s Warriors and Holy War Veterans was finally pressed below one to one!

"Chief Divine’s protection! Evil Demon’s leader! Come! Do you dare to engage in a single combat with me, as an offering to the Chief Divine!"

Warrior Captain Kepili, letting a blood-dripping Big Axe hang, sneered as he looked at the Evil Demon Leader, Deputy Commander Antonio, extending the invitation for a duel.

"Dios mío! Cruel barbarians! Who wants to duel with you? I am a Viscount noble of Castile, the commander of the fleet..."

Antonio gazed at this horrific purgatory sight, feeling the nearing death. His heart trembled with shock, burning with anger like flames! Yet he still refused the duel, after all, he was over forty, not in his peak prime. Duel with such a physically strong and battle experienced barbarian leader? How could this be...

"Almighty as my witness! I will come! Barbarian leader, I’ll duel with you!"

Veteran Camp Commander Pedro shouted, stepping forward from the thirty-four Holy War Veterans! His hands gripped a longsword, his face full of rising fury and fearless courage unto death! However, Kepili took one look at him, made a dismissive gesture, and mocked.

"The Chief Divine watches us with bloody eyes! You’re not the leader of the army. If you want a duel, I can only send a warrior against you. A sacred sacrificial ceremony requires equal status! You lack divinity, can’t be an important sacrifice, nor please the Chief Divine!"

"What? Looking down on me! Barbarian!!"

The last Taino Translator spoke tremblingly, and Veteran Camp Commander Pedro’s eyes were wide with rage. And Deputy Commander Antonio, counting over a hundred fifty on the opposite side, then looking at his thirty-four veterans, had no choice but to suppress his anger. He gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice.

"Leader of the Cuban warriors! Almighty’s merciful radiance shines on Eastern India. We came with the aim of trade, beneficial to both our powerful nation and yours! You’re different from the natives here, worth our respect, worth the respect of the Kingdom of Castile!..."

"This battle is meaningless, let’s stop! We’ll leave tomorrow, the island is yours! Everything we leave here will be yours too! Enough blood of warriors has been shed, we still have hundreds of veterans on the large ship at sea! They could come to support at any moment..."

Firelight flashed, the scent of blood filled the air, the Castilians’ veterans and the kingdom’s army confronted each other, like two North American Wild Buffalo with bloodshot eyes. And at this moment, hearing such words from the Evil Demon Leader, Warrior Captain Kepili’s eyes showed disappointment, coldly sneering.

"Ah ha! Evil Demon’s leader, you’re a coward and lack courage! You’re unfit to lead these brave and fearless elite demons! You’re not even as good as your Warrior Captain..."

"No more nonsense! Let this night of bloodshed bloom like flowers! By dawn’s break, on this island land of the Taino Gummy people, only one person will stand, only one side’s warriors will survive!"

"This is the most glorious moment of the divine war! The Chief Divine is watching us! For the Chief Divine, kill!!"

"For the Chief Divine, kill!!"

The final negotiation thus broke down, and the Kingdom’s Warriors’ ranks erupted in fervent shouts! This war cry of more than a hundred barbarians echoed throughout the entire Castilian camp, sending shivers down the spines of all the captains watching the flames from the northern ships!

"Almighty! Light! Courage! For the Almighty, kill the demon!"

"Roar, kill the demon!"

Veteran Camp Commander Pedro let out a shout, gripping the greatsword with both hands, leading to charge! And the thirty-four Holy War Veterans, without hesitation, fervently charged forward in armor. The groups collided like two flowing iron curtains, crashing together with a thunderous roar!

"Bang bang bang!"

The first wave of iron armor collision emitted a teeth-grinding impact sound! Great swords and battle axes, taking advantage of their speed, slashed viciously, leaving no time to dodge as they struck each other! These heavy blades either hit the armor, numbing the whole body of the front-row warriors, or hit vital spots, splashing blood into their eyes! Even in the first round of charge, over ten fell on both sides!

"Die! Die again!"

Veteran Camp Commander Pedro lowered his center of gravity, executed a long sword upward thrust, stabbing a heavy-armored Kingdom Royalist’s neck vital! Then, he followed up with a straight thrust, right into another’s side neck and chest!