Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

"Dom Manuel, por graça de Deus, Rei de Portugal e dos Algarves, d’aquém e d’além-mar!"

"Manuel, by the grace of the Almighty, the King of Portugal and Algarve, ruler of territories at home and overseas!"

At the moment the crown was placed, the nobility in the church bowed their heads in unison, leaving only the bishop and the new king in the center of the light. Then, the diplomat Vasco blew the horn, and the royal knights drew their longswords, crossing them in the air to salute the new king. Among those hundreds of knights, Bruno was visibly excited, raising his longsword and pledging allegiance.

"Juramos lealdade até oúltimo sangue!"

"We pledge allegiance with fervent blood, until death without regret!"

Amidst the knights’ voices of allegiance, King Manuel wore the crown and slowly stood up. At this moment, at the crossroads of fate, the destiny of the Kingdom of Portugal was headed towards a broader and newer direction!

Should the illegitimate child George take the throne, it would mean civil war in the Kingdom of Portugal, with early involvement by the Castilians, contesting union and claiming the throne! But now, with Manuel’s accession, it stabilizes the balance among the three factions within Portugal. In such a stable domestic situation, a new round of maritime colonization and exploration is set to begin!

This time, the Portuguese Church and local nobility will be more involved, even the entire nation’s participation. And the Portuguese people’s missionizing, colonization, and exploration in the New Continent of Brazil will, along with the entire country’s ocean-going tide, lead to a new peak!

"Com a graça de Deus, governarei este reino com justiça, honra e temor ao Altíssimo!"

"By the grace of the Lord, I will govern my kingdom with justice, honor, and reverence!"

Before the nobility and knights pledging allegiance in unison, Manuel raised the royal scepter, loudly proclaiming his coronation. From then on, he was the uncontroversially promised Portuguese king by the Almighty and loyal to all! Afterwards, the church’s bells rang nine times, and the fleet by the sea fired salutes together.

"Dong dong dong!"

"Boom boom boom!"

The sunset faded over the Western Sea, and the depths of the continent had long turned into a profound darkness. The encampment at the Valley of Oaxaca burned brightly, and the Mexica legion’s torches, like a long snake, twisted along the valley entrance towards the southwest. And in the southwest Oaxaca Valley, the core of the Zapotecs Tribes was the legion’s objective, marking the start of a new round of conquest after the long rainy season!

"Rustle! Rustle!"

On the small mountain at the valley entrance, the Alliance’s royal banner fluttered in the wind. The two kings stood together at the mountain peak, watching the march under the night sky. The valley paths of the Oaxaca Valley were indeed too narrow and long; from marching during the day to the night, only an eight-thousand-man corps had passed through. This expedition against the Zapotecs Alliance had excessively long logistics. The expedition’s main force, personally led by the two kings, consisted of only two legions and four thousand auxiliary troops, merely twenty thousand men.

"Xiulote, no predecessor monarch has ever led the alliance’s legion deep into the southeast, entering the Oaxaca Valley like us! We are the first to do so, and destined to conquer them completely!"

"Ha ha! Once the Zapotecs Tribes are conquered... then the whole world of the Nava Tribes will be beneath our feet!"

On the mountain top, Divine King Avit laughed heartily, overlooking the undulating mountains and the elite troops advancing solemnly even under the night sky. The Divine King’s laughter spread far, the sound resolute like the roar of the arriving Jaguar. Subsequently, his laughter suddenly halted and, after a moment, transformed into slight unease and doubt.

"Hmm? Is that... a comet?!"

"A comet?!"

Xiulote abruptly straightened his back, gazing towards the distant East. A comet flickered across the sky, seemingly falling towards the Eastern Sea, or perhaps coming from even further east.

"Xiulote, what omen is this?!"

Upon hearing the Divine King’s urgent inquiry, Xiulote pressed his lips tightly, contemplated for a long while, and thoughtfully clenched his fingertips. Moments later, he turned his head towards Avit’s concerned gaze, and answered with a smile.

"Divine King, mentor! This is the comet from the East, foretelling that our enemies will journey to the Netherworld..."

"Chief Divine bless! This is an auspicious sign!..."