Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

"Oh, unfathomable destiny! The destined river of fate carries us toward the East..."

Huitu Puapu wept for a long time before bowing his head to wipe his eyes and speaking.

"Oh Chief Divine! We saw the evil demon, saw what they did to the local tribes... We couldn’t bear it, our eyes turned red with rage! At the start of the attack, the evil demon didn’t react, and we killed many Samurai who didn’t have time to don their Armor, and burned many houses. But very quickly, we encountered scattered and miscellaneous charging evil demon Armored Warriors, but we could still kill them..."

"Until four or five of those evil demon Iron Armor Warriors charged together! The six or seven attendants by my side fought with them a couple of times and only two remained afterwards... And when dawn arrived, as everyone gradually came out, I counted the numbers, and only fifteen remained..."

"However, the Chief Divine bears witness! During this surprise slaughter, everyone was determined to fight to the death! The evil demons we killed were at least two to three times our numbers! We also cleared out some... some Taino People who surrendered to the evil demon. We freed dozens of Taino People who refused to surrender to the evil demon. But they were very weak, they all looked quite starved, and it’s uncertain how many could escape..."

"Alas! May the Supreme Chief Divine guide the souls of the warriors who died in battle, and also guide these Taino Tribes to ascend to the red realm!"

Soon, the Samurai’s voice of devout prayer echoed in the village of the Taino People, drifting far away. Meanwhile, forty li away through the rolling mountains, Priest Ramon also had red eyes. He pursed his lips, tightly gripping a silver cross in his hand, with no longer any trace of mercy on his face, only anger and sorrow in his eyes.

"Merciful Almighty! Why must You so urgently take their lives... Damned heathens! Demons destined for the Hell of Fire, dare to even steal the head of a Knight! I shall raise the cross, and burn these sturdy Demons into ashes!"

Priest Ramon gnashed his teeth, burning with rage. Such a rare demeanor left Fleet Commander Columbus and Deputy Commander Antonio hesitant to speak when they came to inquire. Right before them, on the open ground of the Wooden Church, a new plot of graves had appeared. These graves held twelve Church Followers and three Church Knights.

No less than three fallen Knights! Two were at the stables east, armored, beheaded by those Red-haired Barbarians. Without a head, the headless corpse meant that the souls of these two Knights couldn’t ascend to Heaven, likely to wander in pain on earth! The legend of the Headless Knight was an extremely terrifying curse in Lord’s faith, certainly not a good fate.

As for the other Knight, he was associating with Taino women in the south when ambushed and killed by Green Armor Barbarians. This wasn’t a death of honor, so Priest Ramon didn’t mention it.

"Almighty! Church Knights and Followers, it turns out fifteen have died in battle..."

Deputy Commander Antonio furrowed his brow, churned with emotions. Even after two days, he had yet to recover from the disbelief of the natives’ surprise attack.

"Damn! Damn! How is this possible?! Those weak and incompetent, kneeling and begging Taino Natives, how could they launch such premeditated, brutal and bloody surprise attacks? I simply cannot believe it!"

"This nighttime slaughter, twelve Holy War Veterans perished! Twenty-three Shenluo Mercenaries died in battle! Fifty-three fleet sailors were killed! Even twelve strong men in the colony died! Including the casualties of the Church Armed Forces, we suddenly had one hundred fifteen deaths?"

"Not to mention, several dozen natives converted to the Almighty were also all killed by these Barbarians. They leave hardly any survivors, always deliver a final blow after killing. They even set fires everywhere, burning half the thatched and wooden houses. Over a hundred native slaves took advantage of the chaos to escape, with most of them executed by us... Damn! This surprise attack has completely halted the construction progress of Queen Isabella’s Castle!"

Reflecting on this, Deputy Commander Antonio pursed his lips in silence. It was a terrifying surprise attack, those fearless, fiercely battling Barbarian native warriors left an extremely deep impression on him, completely shattering his contempt for the Eastern Indian Tribes.

At dawn, when the expeditionary army quelled the chaos in the camp, they were surprised to discover... they hadn’t captured a single Barbarian native prisoner! These attacking Barbarians came with the intent to fight to the death! Not one surrendered hoping to survive, they all perished in battle!

"Holy Mother! This is truly a blood-red night of sorrow! And we only killed a mere fifty of the Barbarian natives! They are shorter than the Taino People but have expressions of hatred and ferocity that cover their faces, maintaining that fierce look even in death! These Barbarians fall into two types. The majority are warriors wearing dark green Leather Armor, equipped with Bronze Axes and Bow and Arrow, even wearing Leather Helmets adorned with Feathers. Fewer are those in light Leather Armor, wielding Long Spears, Axes, Bow and Arrow, their hair dyed red as Archers..."

"Damn! Please grant me Guidance, Almighty! These notably fierce Barbarian natives, obviously different from the local Taino Tribes, where did they emerge from? Why had we never encountered them before on the island? This must be a powerful Barbarians Great Tribe with metal weapons, exceptionally savage and ruthless, uncivilized! Could this indeed be the infamous, Cuba Cipangu Native Kingdom?"

Deputy Commander Antonio searched repeatedly for answers, feeling deeply uneasy. His understanding of the Caribbean Sea Islands was still far too limited. Arrogance had blinded his eyes, allowing him to recklessly and brutally enslave the Taino Tribes on the island. Now, faced with the colonizer’s arrogance shattered by a cruel and bloody response, he suddenly felt empty and a bit frightened.

After such a slaughter, the expeditionary army’s numbers on the island were heavily damaged. The most elite Holy War Veterans had the least losses, but many sailors and strong men used for odd jobs and enslaved Taino People were suddenly reduced significantly. Surely, the Holy War Veterans couldn’t be sent to chop wood, build fortresses, and manufacture various tools, right?

What’s more, now even the number of sailors necessary to operate the entire fleet was somewhat insufficient. The three missing medium Caravels also faced unknown circumstances. Were they lost or encountered trouble?

"Merda! Damn! Bastards! These are armored Cipangu Natives! That dark green color is the most fierce elite among those natives!"

Unlike Deputy Commander Antonio, Commander Columbus was very clear. Last night, upon seeing the surprise attack and firelight, he was immediately startled and fled to a Large Ship, ready to set sail and escape. Only when everything calmed down at dawn did he disembark. Afterwards, he merely glanced at those ferocious fallen native warriors, looked at those armored sinister corpses with terrifying memories suddenly crashing into his thoughts. He was absolutely certain, without a doubt, these were damned Cipangu Natives! Just like the group that ambushed his fleet three years ago, almost burning him alive!

"Damn! Hell and damnation! Demons! We’re so far from Cipangu! I’ve, Commander Columbus, considering the Almighty’s mercy, temporarily spared them and didn’t seek revenge for ambushing my exploration fleet three years ago... Yet these audacious, reckless, idiot-like Barbarians tracked down thousands of miles and infiltrated this Great Island?"

"They dare to launch a surprise attack! Almighty, how long have they been watching us? And just how many more demonic Barbarians are there on this wicked island?! And those three missing medium Caravels... could it be, like what I experienced before, ambushed by the ferocious Cipangu Native fleet?!"

"Almighty! This island may not be safe..."

At this moment, in the Wooden Church, Columbus hesitated, nurturing thoughts difficult to openly declare. Soon, the expeditionary fleet returned, those thoughts weren’t only his anymore.