Chapter 2251 - 1606: Ah, the Demon’s Altar!
"Chief Divine bears witness! We have defeated the fleet of the Evil Demons here and beheaded their warriors! The heads of those Evil Demons are piled upon the small hill at the innermost part of the fjord. You can send someone to take a look! These Evil Demons are cruel, greedy, and unable to communicate; only the faith in the Chief Divine can protect you!"
The fleet set course back home, and Xiu Maoying made a special stop at the Sawan Great Tribe to meet with the frightened and uneasy Great Chief of the Saban Tribe. He preached once more about the Chief Divine, hoping that this great chief of East Haiti could align himself with the Kingdom. Then, he carefully urged caution against Evil Demons, and advised the best course of action was to migrate inland.
"Your tribe’s location is too close to the landing point of the Evil Demons! Although not a single one was let go after the slaughter here, the fleet of the Evil Demons will surely come looking sooner or later. You are no match for them, and I’m afraid you can’t even handle one large ship!..."
"The Kingdom harbors goodwill towards you. Remember my words: abandon this seaside village, take your food, and move inland! Otherwise, when the fleet of the Evil Demons comes, they won’t hold back at all when they start killing!"
"Additionally, beware of the deadly plague spread by the Evil Demons! If you encounter tribespeople with pox sores, they must be isolated immediately and not allowed to contact outsiders! The utensils they used and the clothes they wore must be burned! You must, at all costs, take utmost precautions!"
After leaving these final words of goodwill, the Kingdom fleet of thirteen ships finally hoisted full sails and swiftly returned home. They were not in a fully manned state and needed to isolate, recuperate, and resupply as quickly as possible. It would be at least a month or two before a second attack could be launched, and whether they could lure the Evil Demons into splitting their forces the next time still remained uncertain!
The howling sea wind blew over the islands of the Caribbean Sea. The blood in the fjord gradually faded, with sharks taking away the flesh, leaving only silent bones behind. And only after a full ten days did two Clark Galleons, accompanied by three Caravels, finally find this place.
"Captain Dracos! Sir Bartolomeo! Look, it is this very water! We found floating planks and ropes here, along with some tattered clothing materials..."
"This narrow terrain?!"
Captain Dracos frowned, exchanging a glance with Bartolomeo, their expressions somber. One was a native captain trusted by Antonio Deputy Commander, and the other was Columbus’s brother. Although of different positions, they could cooperatively work together. Thus, Priest Ramon proposed that they jointly lead nearly half of the seafaring power of the expeditionary army to search for the missing ’tribute-gathering’ fleet.
Seeing this ambush terrain now, both knew that things were likely very amiss!
"Almighty protect us! All ships, ready the cannons! Sailors, prepare the matchlock guns... Be careful, send a few kayaks first to the fjord to investigate the situation!"
"Yes, Your Excellencies!"
Soon, the Castilian Fleet launched a few kayaks to explore further into the narrow bay. This exploration took two days. Only after two days did one kayak search all the way to the deepest part of the narrow bay, discovering that conspicuous, dark-red small hill.
"Almighty! Look, there is a demon’s altar! Eh! What’s piled on that altar?!"
"Ah! Weeping Divine Son! Is that...? Could it be?!"
Two sailors, terrified, reached the shore. The previous fierceness, arrogance, and killing nature they had against the Taino Natives vanished at this moment. Trembling all over, they cautiously ascended the hill, only to see a simple stone altar piled at the top. On that altar were erected two to three-meter-high wooden ’Devil Bird Emblems.’ And when they took a closer look at the heap on the altar...
"Ah! Ah!!"
One sailor, utterly terrified, rolled down the small hill. On that altar, densely piled were the heads of all the sailors and soldiers. Those rotting faces, filled with despair, terror, or unwillingness, and those blood-sotted beards, spelled the clearest declaration!
"Get out! Evil Demons get out! Get out of our Gummy People’s Eastern Sea!"
"Otherwise, the Divine War will not rest until death! We will surely chop off your heads and offer you all as sacrifices!"