Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

"律! 律!"

The tall Andalusian warhorse let out a painful whinny, akin to the roar of a mythical creature! The long spears pierced its soft abdomen, opening a bloody wound, its red blood flowing eerily similar to humans’. Yet all this did not shake the resolve of the red-haired Canine Descendants to kill it!

The warhorse thrashed and ran wildly, making it temporarily impossible for the red-haired Mique to approach. Until the horse painfully crashed into the fence of the pasture, Mique charged again, this time wielding a Bronze Axe, slashing down forcefully!

"Stupid beast! Taste my axe!"

The fierce axe struck the warhorse’s already pierced abdomen again, leaving a long gash, then another axe! Intestines and blood spurted out together. The strong "Four-legged Riding Beast" finally let out a human-like terrified scream, collapsing heavily to the ground.

"Haha! The first one! This beast is much more frail compared to wild bulls!"

"Hiss! Whinny!"

The flames of the evil demon’s stronghold blazed and twisted. Amidst the chaotic cries, the red-haired Canine Descendants chased, poked, and stabbed with long spears. The warhorses of the evil demon ran around madly, creating a bloody chaos!

"Damn it! What kind of beast is this, with such thick skin... chasing it is exhausting!"

Red-haired Mique panted heavily, glancing at the camp of bustling villagers, then at the four-legged riding beast still not quite dead on the ground, cursing aloud.

"Dead beast... No, I need to find another way to deal with them! That’s right, cut their legs!"

"Haha! I, Mique, am truly clever! Even smarter than Black Wolf Marshal!"

Red-haired Mique laughed heartily, charging towards the second warhorse again. This time, he no longer slashed at its body, but took a deep breath and with all his might, he chopped at the second horse’s slender front leg!

"Hit!"

"Whinny!!"

The sharp axe chopped the leg, causing the horse to let out a miserable cry, leaping with all its strength for two steps, carrying away Mique’s axe! But its running joint was already half cut; before it could continue running, a cracking sound was heard as its entire leg broke under its weight, crashing into the mud like a ramming hammer!

"Hiss... Whinny!..."

"Bang!..."

"My axe! My axe!"

Red-haired Mique raced over, picking up the fallen golden axe. Then, admiring his handiwork, he watched the thrashing horse on the ground, laughing excitedly and shouting to all the Canine Descendants hacking and stabbing the horses.

"You bunch of fools, listen to me! These things’ weak point is in their legs! Hack their long legs! Just one chop and don’t worry, they’ll break their own legs!"

"Understood! Boss!"

Everything changed so suddenly. Among the seven or eight Church Armed Forces stationed in the stables, most had already gone south to aid the ongoing battle. In the eastern stables, only three chamberlains remained, creating a brief defensive gap.

"Haha! Our team killed three evil demons!"

Under the ambush of fifty red-haired Canine Descendants, these three chamberlains barely held out for a moment, killing two Canine Descendants before being stabbed to death, turning into blood gourds! Then, all the Canine Descendants started frantically chopping the horses.

"Almighty! What’s happening in the south?!"

"Some natives launched a surprise attack, setting fires! They’re fierce! Barbarians!"

"Damn it! Hurry, put on armor! Provide armored support!..."

"No, I must protect the priest and the church, waiting for dawn!"

"You fool! Then I’ll go by myself!"

The situation was complete chaos, the night being the perfect cover. No one knew how many sneak attacking natives had come nor how to respond. At this moment, the defending army in the Cross Church relied solely on their judgments, choosing either to guard the priest or head in different directions.

"Huh? What sound is that?"

"It’s horses! The horses are neighing! Why is the sound so frantic?..."

"Bad news! Some natives are killing our horses! Our most precious warhorses!!"

A few knights wearing armor, originally running south, suddenly halted upon hearing the cries mixed with frantic horse screams. Within moments, they decisively ignored the southern situation and immediately sprinted towards the eastern pasture.

"No! No! Holy Mother! My warhorse! My Emilia!!..."

Church Knight Garcia de Sanpero arrived at the pasture first, fully armored, with two chamberlains following. The brutal scene unfolded swiftly; a dozen warhorses that had traveled thousands of miles were bleeding, collapsing throughout the stables. Garcia, taking just a glance, found his dying horse on the ground and let out an agonizing cry!

"Emilia! My beloved Emilia!"

"Ah, I couldn’t bear to ride it, and yet these barbarians dared to use axes to chop it?..."

"Damn it! Damn it! Who are they? Where do these barbarians come from?!"

At this moment, Knight Garcia stared with bloodshot eyes, witnessing in the blazing firelight a despicable, vile, cruel, and barbaric group of red-haired natives! These natives were noticeably smaller than the Taino People on the island, but their fierce brutality was vastly superior, five times, no, ten times better!

The Taino Natives on San Juan Island would only kneel and tremble in fear before their tall warhorses! But these red-haired natives dared to chase and chop the horses, and were still chopping even now!

"Barbarians! I will kill you all, shred you into pieces, and feed you to the pigs!"

Soon, the agony transformed into rage, rage into murderous intent. Knight Garcia, eyes red, drew his Knight’s Longsword fiercely! Clad in helmet, plate armor, and iron boots, he resembled a clumsy yet menacing iron can, furiously charging at the red-haired Canine Descendants!

"?! What is this thing? Why is it like a stone Iron Man but still moving?"

The red-haired Mique widened his eyes in confusion, seeing an Iron Man wielding an Iron Sword, charging at him with aggressive momentum! On either side of the Iron Man, two chamberlains in breastplates also rushed in together to protect and attack alongside him.

"This thing must be really hard, right? Can we strike it directly?... "

The red-haired Mique pondered for a moment, feeling that this Iron Man was somewhat peculiar. He didn’t dare to confront directly, and instead turned and ran. He retreated swiftly, grabbing the Bow and Arrow from his back as he ran. Then, he turned his head and immediately shot an arrow!

"Whoosh!"

"Bang!"

The red-haired Barbarian opposite him shot arrows at him, but Knight Garcia paid no heed, merely wielded his Longsword and pursued. As he chased, he frantically shouted.

"Barbarian! Stop! In the name of a Knight, I challenge you to a duel! A duel!"

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!..."

"Bang bang bang!..."

Around seven or eight Canine Descendants all noticed this conspicuous "Iron Man" and simultaneously shot arrows at him! However, none of their arrows had any effect, unable to even scratch the plate armor’s surface, being directly deflected.

Witnessing this scene, the red-haired Mique gasped! Arrows couldn’t penetrate his body; this Evil Demon was truly bizarre! What to do now?

"Ignore him! Ignore that Iron Man! Get a few people to shoot those two Evil Demon Warriors first! Everyone else, hurry and kill the horses, cut the horse legs! Take down all the horses, leave none!... "

The sky was already faintly dawning, the morning light shot from the East, illuminating the burning and battling village. The red-haired Mique escaped to a small hill and suddenly stopped and turned back. Then, squinting his eyes, he aimed at a chamberlain’s neck, suddenly released!

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Several arrows came from different directions, bringing a whistling death. The chamberlain abruptly raised his Iron Shield and blocked most of the arrows. Yet one arrow accurately struck his cheek! He let out a miserable cry, staggered to the ground, still holding the Shield. And two red-haired Canine Descendants seized the opportunity, immediately rushed forward, stabbing desperately at his neck!

"Ah! Ah!... Ugh..."

With several Spears pierce, the chamberlain perished on the spot. Knight Garcia gawked wide-eyed with fury, turning and rushing back! Meanwhile, another chamberlain already brandished a Knight’s Sword, running, slaughtering his way over. He stabbed one Canine Descendant to death with a single sword, then swung his Shield, knocking another to the ground. That Canine Descendant immediately rolled desperately, like a rolling gopher. The chamberlain sneered malevolently, thrusting the Knight’s Sword down!

"Die!"

The Knight’s Sword viciously stabbed down, piercing the struggling Canine Descendant’s body and into the soil, splattering a patch of blood. The chamberlain’s face bore a triumphant grin, yet before he could relish it, seven or eight arrows shot in simultaneously!

"Hit!"

One of them directly pierced through his neck, causing his entire body to stiffen, incredulously lowering his head. Below his mouth, an arrow’s feather was visibly shaking...

"Holy Mother... ah... I’m... shot... dead?..."

With that, the chamberlain fell to the ground, toppling with the two Canine Descendants he killed. Under the Canine Descendants, another chamberlain laid collapsed. Four bodies piled together, causing the heavily panting, charging Knight Garcia to halt his steps. At this moment, he suddenly realized all his chamberlains were dead?!

"Almighty! No! A Knight without chamberlains will have fatal vulnerabilities, no matter how powerful!... "

Knight Garcia’s heart suddenly sounded alarm bells. He understood clearly that a Knight’s plate armor isn’t infallible, its greatest weaknesses are visibility and mobility! Without chamberlain cover, and not on horseback, once surrounded and attacked by many foes, especially from behind...

"Haha! Surround him, surround this Iron Man! Make him spin! Yes, just like dealing with a wild ox!"

"Stab his back! Stab his back!..."

"Good! Good! Can’t wait any longer! Iron Men are coming from the west..."

Soon, seven or eight red-haired Canine Descendants surrounded Knight Garcia, like gray wolves encircling a wild ox. They feigned with their Long Spears, constantly approaching to stab or sneak attack his back. Knight Garcia awkwardly spun a few circles, then stopped hesitating. He directly rushed toward the corner of the stable, aiming to protect his back with the corner...

"The Iron Man is escaping! Charge together! Take down this Iron Man!..."

"Grab him! Take him down!"

Seven or eight Canine Descendants advanced together, stabbing with their Bronze Spears, especially aiming at Knight Garcia’s legs. Knight Garcia roared loudly, suddenly counterattacked a step, slashing down his Knight’s Sword!

"Almighty protect!"

This sword, unleashed almost all his lifetime Knight Martial Arts, directly sliced a Canine Descendant dead from shoulder to shoulder! However, his final struggle ended here! The remaining six or seven simultaneously exerted force, kicking, tripping, pulling, and wrestled him to the ground hard!

"Bang!"

The Iron-clad Knight fell heavily, unable to stand due to the plate armor. Next, his blood-soaked Knight’s Sword was taken by a Canine Descendant, gleefully shouting.

"This bright Great Sword is mine! It’s mine!"

"He still has a shining Dagger! I discovered this Dagger, it’s mine!"

"Chief Divine! Then I want his armor!"

"Damn! You idiot! The leader said no armor, it’s too heavy!"

"Then... this helmet looks good too, I want his head!"

When said, done, the red-haired Canine Descendants rejoiced, exerting all strength, completely ignoring the approaching Iron Men. In the golden morning light, they pinned down Knight Garcia’s head, three or four held his body, while another lifted a Bronze Axe, striking forcefully at the Knight’s steel neck guard!

"Clang! Bang! Boom!"