Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

"Aow! Wheeze! Moo! Baa!..."

All the livestock and tools from the two supply ships were brought ashore by the armed strong men. Among the most precious, naturally, were ten pairs of alert hunting dogs, a few pairs of chickens, ducks, and geese, two pairs of breeding pigs, and a pair of breeding cattle. Oh, and a Castile ram, along with seven or eight sickly nanny goats returned by the sailors.

And when these country folks from the Arevalo Territory came ashore, upon seeing the lush tropical island, the ready-made native villages, and the fertile farmland already cultivated by the Taino, their light blue eyes turned green in an instant.

"Holy Mother! So many trees? Two rivers? It doesn’t seem to lack water here, much greener than Arevalo!"

"Eh! There’s already farmland, and ready-made ponds? And fish and turtles being raised in the ponds?"

"Haha! You squeeze the soil in this field and it’s oily, truly fertile!"

"Almighty! What are these bizarre things planted in the ground? They look like little trees with roots. Dig up these things, it’s a waste of such good land!... Plant the seeds we brought!"

"Praise the Almighty, for granting us fertile land and ready-made villages... Just wondering, how’s the rainfall here? Can wheat be sown in December?"

"The weather is warm, with rivers and water it can be planted! First plant the olive saplings, they can’t be delayed any longer. Then scatter some chickpeas, they are the least picky. On the land by the river, plant wheat and grape seeds, maybe some turnips and rutabagas too..."

"Ahem! Father Paimon just mentioned that we need to quickly sow some feed for the warhorses, especially alfalfa and oats!..."

"Is it possible to plant oats in such heat?"

"Should be okay! By the way, Paulo, why are you coughing too? I remember you stayed quite close to Old Martin and those two dead ghosts Lopez and Arevalo who were thrown into the sea!..."

"Ah! I’m... I’m fine... Father Paimon checked and said I haven’t been corrupted by the Demon..."

"Go and live over there! Don’t come over here again! You hear me? Don’t come over here anymore!"

"...Oh!"

Under the wary eyes of the other local strong men, the sturdy Paulo gritted his teeth, holding back his cough, with a bellyful of resentment, walked towards another native hut. The strong draw their swords against the stronger. But the weak draw their swords...

Paulo squinted, looking toward the blood-stained hut further back. There, a few newly captured native women were kept. His expression changed for a moment, finally settling into a pale grimace, as he moved towards the blood-stained hut. Under his hair-covered skin, reddish blisters erupted secretly like the Demon...

"May the Almighty bless! As long as you convert to the benevolent and radiant Lord, you will receive the Lord’s salvation... And where the Cross Church is erected, there will be protection from the Almighty!"

Father Paimon displayed a merciful expression, finally raising the brand-new wooden cross high as he walked into the slaughtered native village. He gathered the terrified, despairing, numb surviving natives together and used his hands to touch the foreheads of these Taino women. Then he took out some bread from the ship, softened with clean water, and handed it to the naked Taino women.

"Eat, my children, the compassionate eyes of the Holy Mother are upon you!..."

After the Taino women finished eating, Father Paimon then took out some robes, covering their scarred bodies. The Father, very kindly and patiently, put simple wooden cross tokens on them one by one. These wooden tokens were like a promise of temporary safety, or marks of lambs, placed on the surviving "flock".

"Radiant Almighty! These natives, so simple and docile, are lambs that your Holy Light can reach and your gospel can spread... The flock needs a shepherd, and also needs the pen of the church to be enclosed. Only in this way can the herd multiply and grow, providing more devotion, and more manpower and resources!..."

"But these greedy soldiers, they know nothing of such simple truths! They impatiently wield slaughtering blades, just to butcher the flock, turning potentially herdable sheep into meaningless dead meat... Truly disgusting!"

"Merciful Holy Mother! May your compassion fall upon this native island. And I wish to shepherd a land for you, turning this wild Eastern isle of savages into a land overshadowed by the Cross Gospel... Ah! This place, San Juan Island, is the first diocese in the East, it’s your radiance, reaching the East for the first time! Praise you!..."

In the simple church converted from the tribe’s longhouse, a cross candle holder was placed in front of the altar, Father Paimon sighed lightly and lowered his head to pray. Devotion and ambition surged together in his heart. No priest didn’t want to be enshrined in the church’s annals. And establishing a new large diocese was the easiest path to enshrinement!

At this moment, the west-slanting sunlight shone on his compassionate face. Behind him were the crouching Taino women. Clad in the amulets given by the Father, wrapped in linen robes, they huddled in the "safe church" and gradually fell asleep.

Outside the church of the Cross, the brief warmth suddenly disappeared, transforming into a cold, harsh reality. On the ancestral plaza of the Taino village, over a hundred captured strong men from the tribe looked desperate. They were being forced by the jubilant Holy War veterans of the expeditionary army, using blades to destroy all traces left by the ancestors.

The Beihai Bay Tribe of fully two thousand was slaughtered until only a little over a hundred strong men and over three hundred tribe women remained, due to the sudden attack and slaughter by these white-skinned demons! All the old, weak, and children, along with the chieftain, hunters, and strong men who resisted fiercely, were slaughtered, cut down by the sword-wielding demons, then cast into huts and set ablaze, turning into corpses in the flames.