Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

"Ancestor! What on earth is happening? Why is thunder falling from the sky?!"

"Evil demons! The evil demons have landed! Ah! They are spewing thunder and flame!"

Soon, two hundred Castilian soldiers and sailors, full of resentment, armed to the teeth, landed on the shore. Just one round of matchlock guns completely crushed the reluctant resistance of the Saban Tribe. Then came the ruthless expeditionary soldiers, shouting venting-like killing slogans.

"Kill these heathens who worship demons! It’s they who summoned the demon, and harmed our mercenary brothers!"

"For the Almighty! For the deceased veterans... Holy War Veterans Corps, behead these heathens, and pile them into small hills!"

"Haha! These goods are all for us sailors! Women too!..."

"Seize these strong men! Send them to San Juan Bay, to build the castle for the Queen!..."

Dark clouds drifted in, as if the sky couldn’t bear to watch. Then the brutal slaughter began. The dying cries and screams, the hideous laughter and howls, echoed throughout the tribe.

In the blazing flames, listening to the dying voices of the tribes, the Chieftain of the Saban Tribe was filled with remorse, tears streaming down his face. He knelt before the Zemi God Card of his ancestors, beside the Chief Divine Card.

If only the tribe had converted to the Chief Divine sooner, accepted the priests and warriors of the Chief Divine... If only he had fully believed the Western longship priest, and relocated the entire tribe inland... Perhaps today’s destruction could have been changed...

The drumbeat stopped, friends no longer returned, what came were the evil demons.

The sea brought not corn, not cassava, but cold blades.

Ancestor Spirits and Sweet Potato God, forgive me! I gave the land and the village to the fire.

So, I sang with tears, but the jungle no longer responded.

In the firelight, the marks of ancestors and tribes burned. Everything is over~~"

After singing this final song, the Chieftain of the Saban Tribe, in tears, took out a Stone Dagger. Before the Castilian soldiers, wielding knives, rushed into the big house, he gritted his teeth and shouted "Ancestor", then stabbed the dagger into his heart.

At this moment, under the clarity of death, he finally realized: Without the resolve to fight, without the decision to flee, relying solely on the hope of charitable peace, all one would receive in the end is but a slaughter knife!

However, this cruel realization comes far too late. The colonizers’ slaughter knife will never cease. Now, the Saban Tribe is the first great tribe in Haiti to be destroyed by the evil demons!

And how much more blood must the Taino Tribe across the Caribbean pay to cleanse the kindness and peace accrued over thousands of years and face the colonizers’ cruelty and bloody nature? This secluded Eastern Sea Peach Blossom Land ultimately resembles a deceased rainbow snail. She leaves behind a splendid shell, but that soft body has long ceased to exist~~

"Strange! It seems like there are a lot fewer people in this village camp of the evil demon army?"

"Chief Divine bear witness! They have half of their ships missing... possibly half of their armored warriors too?"

"Hmm..."

To the east of the burning Saban Tribe, hundreds of li away in San Juan Port, the sunset cast fiery red clouds. And Captain Red-haired Mique was lying on a slope over a hundred meters high, concealed in waist-high grasses. Two li away, he was closing one eye, holding the Divine Eye Glasses with one hand, carefully observing the evil demon’s stronghold by the sea.

Beside him was Huitu Puapu. Clad in dark green leather armor with grass leaves, chewing on a piece of tobacco leaf, he too was looking at what was once the North Bay Tribe village by the sea. Unfortunately, due to the distance and lacking the Divine Eye Magical Artifact, he couldn’t make out the specifics.

"Apu, the demon’s forces have definitely been halved! There are obvious gaps in their defenses... and their soldiers seem a bit lax... Look!"

Red-haired Mique squinted, handing the Divine Eye Glasses to Huitu Puapu. With the help of this artifact, he could barely make out the dynamics within the village, but it was still blurry.

After all, compared to these Canine Descendants of the wilderness, his vision paled. Like a vision of "2.0" compared to "2.5". The latter’s world is more vivid and clear. The most skilled can even vaguely see the contour of heat waves in the summer...

"Huh?! There really seems to be a lot fewer people? The noise has decreased..."

"Apu, look to the east, at that fenced-in meadow, look at those four-legged beasts! There are only seven or eight demons feeding the horses around, much fewer than before! And the location is very remote!..."

Red-haired Mique narrowed his eyes, pointing to the eastern side of the Castilian Expeditionary Army’s stronghold. That area marked the edge of the entire camp, boasting a very good pasture enclosed by fences.

At this moment, visibly over ten four-legged beasts were leisurely grazing. For these horses, they could graze for 16 hours a day. Especially without high-energy beans and oats, eating more grass was essential to store energy and maintain their weight.

"Ah! Terrifying four-legged beasts!..."

"Nothing to be scared of! They’re just like bison, not even as big! But these creatures can carry the demons, catch up with us, posing a huge threat to our brothers!..."

Speaking of this, Red-haired Mique grinned, revealing sharp teeth. That’s how he smiled, both simple and fierce, like a wilderness wolf preparing to hunt.

"So! Apu, I have a bold idea!..."