Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

"Haha! San Juan Port, we’ve finally returned! This time, we’ve made some money, seized quite a few pearls! Alas, still haven’t found much Gold..."

"Almighty’s blessing! We’ve wiped out a large village of Natives, captured three to four hundred strong men, over two hundred women! This time, we’ve got plenty of slaves who can work!"

"Exactly, held back a lot of anger, finally vented it well in the Native village! Tsk tsk! These Native women, so tall and full-bodied, much more fun than Iberian women!"

"Haha! As the Almighty witnesses, with your penniless savage appearance, on the Peninsula, you can only sleep with those forty-year-old old prostitutes! Even the Gypsy women wouldn’t be available for you..."

Amidst the sailors’ shouting and cheering, the expeditionary fleet to West Haiti finally entered San Juan Bay, docked at the most rudimentary wooden pier. However, when they saw the situation at Queen Isabella’s Castle, everyone looked at each other blankly, the cheers abruptly ceased.

"Holy Mother! What’s going on? Why have half of the village on the south side been burned down?"

"Look at the east side! The east side of the Cross Church, also burned down!"

"Ah? Why are there so many Native corpses? Hanging on the trees on both sides? Could it be a Native uprising?"

"This isn’t right! Those cowardly Taino Natives, they can’t even handle weapons, how could they cause such damage?"

"Merciful Holy Mother! Look! Behind the church, there’s a huge cemetery! It’s so big!"

"Hiss! The size of this cemetery... just how many people died?"

On the flagship of the Clark Galleon, Captain Dracos and Bartholomew Columbus exchanged glances. Only the Almighty’s citizens can be buried in the church cemetery. And freshly converted Natives don’t have that privilege... meaning so many expeditionary army soldiers and sailors have died?

"Damn it! We just buried the heads of one hundred twenty expedition soldiers who died in the west... then came back to San Juan Port to see such a large cemetery... this is truly astonishing! Could the Almighty’s blessing have been affected by Demons summoned by the Natives, unable to protect us anymore?"

Camp Commander Pedro was worried, jumped down from the flagship in two steps. Over a hundred Holy War Veterans also disembarked, appearing both fierce and cold. After the leaders aboard the large ship came down, they hurried to the Cross Church, meeting the local Priest, Commander, and Deputy Commander. When they exchanged accounts, everyone’s face became unnatural.

"Merda! Bartholomew! You mean, the three Caravel Medium-sized Sailboats sent to collect tribute, along with one hundred twenty soldiers and sailors, all died in battle? And it was due to the Cipangu Natives’ ambush?!"

"Yes! Brother! We captured prisoners from nearby Native tribes, subjected them to severe torture, cut off fingers and toes... The information questioned out is all the same!"

Bartholomew’s expression was grave as he looked at the stern Priest Ramon, answered deeply.

"Witnessed by the Almighty! According to these local Taino captives, as early as five or six years ago, or even earlier, Cipangu Tribal Kingdom’s longships came with Natives’ Priest... hmm, Demon Envoys spreading the Prophecy that we would arrive! That time was even before brother, when you first sailed from Castile!"

"Reportedly, it was a Cipangu Tribal Kingdom’s Devil’s Apostle, a Prophet named ’Morning Star and Death’ who divined that we would appear... Moreover, it’s likely that this Devil’s Apostle on Cuba Cipangu Island issued a ’Holy War’ order to the Native Kingdom, accusing us of being ’Evil Demons’, urging an unending confrontation with us!"

"And the ambush on the tribute fleet this time, the local Natives personally witnessed, done by Cipangu Kingdom’s many Oar-sailed Longships, collaborating with three suspected Light Sailing Ships!"

"Though we don’t know why our three Caravel Medium-sized Sailboats were lured from San Juan Island to that extremely dangerous and naturally suitable for setting ambushes narrow bay... But it is certain, all these are premeditated by Cipangu Tribal Kingdom! And their understanding of us exceeds everyone’s imagination! They have been scheming against us while we were completely unaware!..."

Upon hearing Bartholomew’s "Evil Demon Prophecy" message, the faces of the expeditionary army leaders in the church changed instantly, exchanged eye contacts, pondering on unknown thoughts.

Columbus pressed his lips tightly, his gaze flickering, unusually quiet. Captain Dracos slightly lowered his head, his gaze flickering, already aware of this matter. Camp Commander Pedro was alternately furious and uneasy, repeatedly gripping and loosening his Longsword. As for Priest Ramon, he deeply furrowed his brow, his face full of disbelief.

"Almighty! Demon Apostle’s Prophecy? Can it foretell things not yet happened? Could such a powerful evil Demon Apostle exist after the Divine Son descends in 1496?... Dracos, are you sure the interrogated information is true and reliable?"

"I swear to the Almighty! What was just spoken was entirely the result of repeated interrogation of Natives! Dozens of Natives gave the same answer! In fact, we even delayed one more day, caught a few more Natives from small tribes. They too have heard of the ’Evil Demon Prophecy’ several years before we arrived!"

Bartholomew vowed emphatically, still somewhat uneasy. Captain Dracos coughed lightly, added.