Aztec Eternals

"What! Rumors of the white-skinned tribe?! We have roaring beasts, roaring thunder, huge snake ships... Does this mean cavalry, artillery and large sailing ships? We also pretend to be messengers of gods, extremely eager for gold and silver, holding high the cross of false gods, bringing killing and death?...Ah? This...this!..."

"Damn it! Damn it! Columbus, this idiot! How many acts of burning, killing and looting did he do behind the logbook? How many people were captured by him? How could he tell us so clearly?...Is it possible? It's the fault of these native tribes that they were as surprised as if they saw a ghost when they saw us! …”

“Foda-se! These Castilians who fuck sheep are so rough in everything they do, and they can't even kill people cleanly! They don't know how to hide anything, and they leaked the news everywhere... As a result, everyone in the native tribe knew about it, which ruined the reputation of the Lord and turned around to pit us! …”

The guide Shushu carefully translated the answer of the local tribe. Of course, he would not use the original words "white-skinned evil demons", but used the name "white-skinned tribe". But after hearing such detailed and direct rumors, Bruno and his adjutants looked at each other, and their expressions changed drastically in an instant.

In the southern continent, the Portuguese would of course burn, kill, and plunder, plundering the property and gold of the native tribes. But with their experience on the West African coast, the killing and plundering would be cautious, thorough, and clean, and they would never leave so many rumors and reveal so many secrets!

In fact, they are very selective and never offend powerful native kingdoms. They are better at finding out the relationship between the various native tribes, inciting tribal feuds, pulling one group against another, putting the killing on the head of the hostile tribe, and then making a bunch of indigenous allies!

Just like on the coast of West Africa, the Kingdom of Portugal has always maintained a friendly relationship with the emerging Songhai Kingdom through regular gifts and trade of weapons. In Central Africa, Portugal is very respectful to the powerful Mwene Kongo and actively woos it. Just this year, Portugal once again sent a group of missionaries to Congo, and secretly formed an alliance with the Congolese prince Mbemba Nzinga, who converted to Catholicism, to support the other party in gaining power in the Kingdom of Kongo...

This meticulous style of doing things is limited by the national strength of the Portuguese on the one hand, and on the other hand, it comes from the character tradition of the Portuguese. They are a seafaring nation good at diplomacy, completely different from their straightforward Castilian neighbors. In a way, this is a bit like their "reliable" allies, the English, who have been allied for a hundred years.

"Well...that...Capitang leader...according to what they said...this is not a rumor, but a prophecy!..."

"...This news did not spread last year...but four years ago, before Columbus Capitang arrived...it had already spread from the big island in the west!..."

"It is said that this is the prophecy made by the most powerful death god shaman of the big island in the west after receiving divine inspiration!...That powerful shaman knew you would come four years ago!..."

"O que! What! An apostle of Satan with demonic power?! Four years ago, he predicted our arrival?!..."

"Lord, how is this possible! How can there be such a powerful apostle of Satan?!...Where is he? On the bigger island in the west? In his native kingdom, waiting for our arrival?!..."

Hearing the prophecy said by Shushu, Bruno was shocked, with disbelief on his face! He immediately grasped the silver cross on his neck and prayed devoutly for the Lord's blessing. Then, he looked at each other with the boatswain Haroldo, the quartermaster Matim, and the old carpenter Ivo, and his heart was filled with nightmare-like fear, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

At this moment, those extremely ugly faces clearly recalled the unforgettable experience of going deep into the interior of Congo, and the end of that death journey! In that extremely evil voodoo temple, the extremely old and powerful Satan apostle, who was infinitely feared by the Congolese natives, the old voodoo high priest! …

“Boss! Maybe…in this deep sea continent where the glory of the Lord cannot shine, there is really a powerful Satan apostle just like the devil’s southern continent!…And where the Satan apostle is, there must be a powerful devil kingdom, just like the Congo Kingdom!…”

“Yes, Captain! Although Columbus is stupid, he is a man who knows how to adapt to the situation, and the Castilians are always good at fighting…The Castilian exploration fleet he led was beaten so badly by the natives this time…It must be that the Satan apostle used the devil’s evil power and cursed him!…”

“Yes! Captain!…The native kingdom where Columbus was attacked seems to be on the big island in the west! And the oriental books he got may also be related to Satan’s apostle!…Lord, the big island in the west is too dangerous! Why don’t we just avoid that big island, or even…return home?…”

The old carpenter Ivo shrank his neck, lowered his voice, and proposed to return home. Harold and Martim's eyes lit up, and they both looked at Captain Bruno. Bruno frowned, with obvious worry and uneasiness on his face, but he had some reservations.

"Boss, we have discovered a large piece of land, maybe a large new continent! Such an amazing discovery is enough to report to King Joao, and even satisfy the king!..."

"Yes, Captain! We have also discovered so many islands, and what about mahogany, dyes, shells, pearls... we can always report to the court and the church!... As for the dangerous native kingdom, it is better to make up a story based on the news we have obtained, pretend that we have encountered it, and report it to the king!..."

Bruno looked solemn, watching the old brothers chattering, and everyone retreated. In this era, the threat from the devil is more terrifying to sailors than artillery and swords!

Because if you are killed by artillery and swords, you can still have your soul judged and redeemed, and have the opportunity to go to heaven. But if you die in the hands of the devil's power and your soul is contaminated by the devil's power, you will never be able to turn around! …

"Witness the Lord! This is just the confession of two natives. It is probably nonsense and a lie of the devil... We can't be frightened by others and just turn around and run away without even distinguishing between truth and falsehood, right?..."

Bruno looked around at everyone, his tone full of comfort. After all, the rebellion against Captain Diogo was all linked together because of fear of the devil's curse! And with such experience and lessons, he did not dare to ignore the collective consensus reached by important crew members...

At this moment, he first said a few words of comfort and encouragement, then suddenly lowered his voice and gave a clear commitment.

"The people here right now are all my brothers, Bruno!... Only a few of us have seen the devil's power in the Southern Continent! The bottle of potion we drank...cough!...We have all remembered it, we are all a stick Those on the rope are brothers forever!…"

"And on the other ship, neither that idiot Silvera nor the other naval officers have seen the power of the devil. They are stupid and ignorant, and they talk about the glory and majesty of the Lord! ... If they return immediately , when they return to the kingdom and report in front of His Majesty João... it will be difficult for us to explain, and we may be severely punished..."

"That's it! Why don't we stay alert on the ship and sail a little further to the west to see if we can get more news! And I'll also look for an opportunity to scare Knight Silvera. It's best to let him propose to return to the sea first and carry the bag on his back. If this responsibility... really doesn't work, I'll try to scare Scholar Martin into opening the door for return..."

"God bless you! Go further west and explore more! It would be best to get an Eastern book to deliver to the king... Brothers, I promise you! I will never risk the devil's curse, Go to that big island in the west! I will take you to avoid the devil's lair and bring you back alive! ...The devil will also witness it!"

After hearing Bruno's promise, everyone looked at each other for a while and nodded in agreement. Then, Bruno kept smiling and glanced at Mattim.

"Don't let the natives here know about the situation on the ship..."

"Got it, Captain!"

"ah!!…"

After a few breaths, under Sushu's horrified gaze, covering his mouth, the sharp scimitar swiped across the yellow neck, blooming a dazzling bright red! The two Dongri tribesmen who had been drinking and eating meat just now and were warmly entertained by the captain almost didn't even make a sound before they were wiped on the necks by the sailors and then thrown directly into the sea!

"Hmm... Guide Chishu?..."

With a kind smile on his face, Bruno touched Susui's neck, and finally stopped at the wooden carving of the cross. But Sushu was shaking like chaff, his eyes widened in fear, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead. It was as if the extremely cold and real death was lingering on his neck.

"God bless you! Sushu, you are the translator on our ship, and you are also a people who believe in the merciful Lord...you are one of our own on the ship!..."

Bruno squinted his eyes, scrutinizing the expression of fear and obedience on Sushu, and gently pinched the other person's neck. And Mattim was holding a bloody scimitar and standing behind Sushu with a smile.

Then, Bruno spoke word by word, staring at the native guide who had been inspected by the priests and had converted to the Lord, and slowly spoke.

"The native kingdom on the big island to the west is likely to have a powerful and evil apostle of Satan! ... And according to this evil white-skinned prophecy... I am afraid that the native kingdom has used some evil means to target it. Kill us! Our fleet is in danger now!…"

"Shushu! You are the only translator on the ship, so you must always be careful! You must help the fleet and get information about the natives, the big island to the west, and the native kingdom, and pay attention to the natives' reactions! And about the natives' reactions! You must not reveal even a single word about the situation of our fleet to the local natives! Otherwise, if something happens to the fleet...even if we don't kill you, the evil native kingdom will definitely not let it go. You who take refuge in the Lord!…”

"Do you understand?!..."

"Ah!...Entendi! Deus abenoe! Understand! God bless you!..."

"very good!…"

After hearing Sushu's broken Portuguese prayer, Bruno stared at him for a moment and finally smiled. Then, he finally took his hand away from Sushu's neck, patted the other party's shoulder affectionately, and promised with a smile.

"Shushu, as long as we can go back smoothly this time... I will ask my Moorish wife to introduce you to a Moorish woman with similar skin!... And as long as you pass this level, you will also be one of my brothers, Bruno. !…”

"Entendi! Deus abenoe!…"

"Haha! Okay!..."

Bruno's laughter pierced the night sky, and the anchored fleet set sail again. And in the place where the fleet once parked, there were no dead bodies sinking into the water, only a touch of blood reflecting the black night light~