Aztec Eternals

"Splash!..."

In just one breath, the old turtle dived more than ten or twenty meters deep, and then returned exhausted from the deep sea. For ordinary people, the longest breath holding is about tens of seconds, and for experienced pearl divers, it is two minutes. For the old turtle who has been diving since childhood and has a special physiological talent, this breath is almost the limit of human beings, nearly three minutes!

However, in less than three minutes, diving twenty meters, any extra movement is likely to be fatal. The old turtle's first dive could only determine the underwater location of the "Thunder Artifact" and silently remember the fastest path in his heart. After resting for two quarters of an hour, he picked up a big stone again and jumped off the boat again.

"Splash!..."

"Splash!..."

"Splash!... Huh!..."

"Huh... Huh..."

Diving and salvaging is a long process, especially at a depth of more than twenty meters, which requires many preliminary explorations. And at such an unimaginable depth, the consumption of physical strength is also amazing!

In half a day, the old turtle dived five times, and in less than a quarter of an hour, he was completely exhausted. Afterwards, he collapsed directly on the boat, with veins bulging all over his body, and even bloodshot eyes. And this is the limit of his exploration and deep diving today!

In these five dives, he was determining the position in the first four times, and only in the most extreme fifth time did he barely reach the 8-pound gun at more than 20 meters and touch it lightly. Then, he returned to half the height, and completely exhausted his oxygen and all his physical strength!

If it weren't for the sharp eyes of the dog race, who promptly pulled up the rope and fished the old turtle out of the water, this tribal pearl diver who fought for his "faith and wife" would have drowned in the sea...

"The Lord God is witnessing! Master Xiu Maoying Priest, we sent a total of more than a dozen pearl divers, and only the old turtle could barely touch the great magic weapon once!... But the surface of the magic weapon is very smooth and very heavy, as if half of it is sunk in the sea mud! To tie a strong rope that can support the weight of the magic weapon and then tow it up with a large ship... I'm afraid it's absolutely not enough to rely on just one breath of time!..."

The one-day salvage attempt proved a grim reality: that is, even if you don't care about the lives and health of the tribal pearl divers, and you desperately endure the high pressure of the deep sea and the pressure changes that destroy your body... just the limit of human breath holding limit, the pearl divers cannot complete the task of salvaging the magic weapon, and there is no possibility of completing this task!

"One breath is definitely not enough! Pearl divers must be allowed to breathe midway! And as for auxiliary equipment for breathing... perhaps, we can try leather bags, fish bladders, rubber balls?... Then, take advantage of the shallower low tide..."

The sky was about to turn dark, the setting sun shone on the sea, and the 8-pound cannon on the seabed also disappeared from the dog hunter's vision. Without enough direct light, even with eagle-like vision, it is difficult to see more than 20 meters underwater.

The cat-hawk on the big ship was silent, thinking about more auxiliary equipment for salvage. At this time, a Taino boat finally rowed over and brought two captives.

"Priest! The Caribbean man and the blue-eyed demon have finally been brought by the militia!..."

It took most of the day for the Taino militia to bring the two captives over. This was certainly not because the two were too far apart, but until sunset, the two captives who had been lingering for a long time were barely awakened by the militia. Unlike in later TV dramas, real drowning people often fall into a deep coma and shock, and it is common for them to not wake up for half a day or several days.

When the noble scholar Martin Beheim had a splitting headache and barely woke up from the coma, he felt the pain of being slapped on the face and heard the natives' surprised shouts.

"May the Lord bless you! The evil demon that the priest wanted to see has woken up! I woke him up with the Lord's amulet!..."

"Quick! Try harder! Slap his face with the wooden amulet!..."

"Ahem!... Uh!... Don't... don't hit... me..."

Scholar Martin was bruised and purple, with hummingbird marks on his face, and his noble clothes had long been stripped off. He was dragged onto the big ship by two strong native warriors with fear in his eyes and no time to humiliate himself, like a naked white fish caught. When he boarded the ship, he looked around in horror and saw only a row of "barbarian warriors" holding golden axes and that damn Caribbean native sailor who looked like him!

At this moment, a "native shaman" with feathers and the most complicated clothes was talking smoothly with the native sailor in an incomprehensible native language...Sure enough, there was something wrong with this captured native sailor, he was a spy of the devil natives!

"God bless you! Your name is A Yue, you are not from the Caribbean tribe? You are from the jungle continent further south, a Lokono? What about your tattoo?... Oh, your tribe has a lot of connections with the Caribbean people, sometimes fighting, sometimes intermarrying? How interesting..."

"Oh! You were captured by the white-skinned evil demon fleet 20 or 30 days ago when you were hunting with the hunting team and became a coolie on the deck?... From the endless jungle continent in the south to a string of islands in the north?... So, the evil demon fleet arrived at the southern continent first, and then went all the way north?!... How strange, it's different from last time..."

"What! The white-skinned demon's fleet fought several battles with the Caribbean tribes. They were even ambushed by the Caribbeans on Black Lake Island. Many people died?! Are the Caribbean tribes so brave? They can break the iron skin of the demons. ?...Huh? Poison arrows? The Caribbean people have powerful poisonous arrows that kill you..."

Taíno and Locono both belong to the Arawacan language family and are roughly equivalent to different dialects. Xiu Maoying can speak Taíno, and although there are bumps in communication with Ayue's Locono, there is no absolute obstacle. Facing the "noble shaman of the archipelago tribe", Ah Yue was careful and vigilant while answering honestly, telling her experiences along the way in great detail.

On the one hand, this is naturally because the "tribal shaman" has a unique status and is an object of respect in all tribes. On the other hand, he had witnessed the strength of this "big tribe of the archipelago". The golden axes and the faces of fierce warriors all told him to "respect and obey".

"Oh! You always wanted to escape, but you were closely watched by the brutal evil spirits... But in last night's battle, you found an opportunity, so you hugged this native's 'noble chief' and took the opportunity to jump into the sea?... In the middle of the night Jumping into the sea on the battlefield? This is really brave..."

"Hmm...Then why are you holding the evil noble chief together? Are you afraid of being shot by evil magic weapons? At the same time, it is also revenge? You have to drag someone down to make ends meet even if you die?..."

Hearing Ah Yue's experience of lurking on the ship and finally killing the "evil noble chief", Xiu Maoying was amazed and showed approval in his eyes.

The red-haired Cha Bo next to him, after asking for the translation of Tylenol, his eyes lit up. Such a clever tribal warrior should be under his command and become his personal soldier! According to the words of the black wolf leader, this is a "natural wolf cub"! As long as you practice a little bit, you will become a powerful "jungle werewolf", and he is better at water fighting than their canine descendants...

"O Lord God! You are a born warrior! You were able to escape alone from the devil's ship and were rescued by us. You are blessed by the Lord God and fate!..."

"Witness the Lord God! I will personally hold a conversion ceremony for you!...Then, you will join the kingdom's fleet...Okay! Now that Chabo has spoken, from now on, you will follow him!..."

Ah Yue was ignorant and bowed to the "tribal shaman", and then was taken away by the red-haired Chabo and joined the glorious "Kingdom of Cuba Navy". After learning about the experience of the Demon Fleet, Xiu Maoying then moved his eyes and looked at the scholar Martin with cold eyes, looking at this "blue-eyed and blond-haired Demon Noble Chief".

"Haha! The color of this hair and eyes looks different from ordinary white-skinned demons! ... And this good appearance, these intact teeth... Huh? Why is there a big strange scar on this guy's lower abdomen? It seems like there is some kind of tattoo symbol engraved on it, and it seems to have been burned? …This symbol seems to be, VI?”

Xiu Maoying frowned and looked at the body of "Evil Demon Noble Chief". The hair on this "noble chief"'s body seemed to be much less than that of ordinary prisoners, as if it had been carefully trimmed every day. Of course, this is a good thing. The position of the heart is obvious. It is much more convenient to sacrifice fresh food to the Lord God!

"The Lord God bless you! A very good sacrifice from your noble chief, it will definitely make the Lord God happy!..."

The cold and appreciative gaze of Xiu Maoying, the "native shaman", made scholar Martin tremble all over and goosebumps appeared on his neck. Then, Xiu Maoying's gaze moved away from Martin's heart, past the "pox mark" on his side after recovering from smallpox, and stayed directly on the other person's lower abdomen.

There is obviously a strange "scar mark" there. Even if it has been specially "processed" and the previous number of the beast's name "VIVIVI" cannot be seen, it still feels very wrong. Yes, Western Europe in this era naturally used Roman numerals, "VIVIVI", which is "666" for "evil devil"!

And if such "suspicious" scar marks were taken to the Inquisition and discovered by the "Inquisitor", even a nobleman like Martin would have to truly shed a layer of his skin and hand over all his wealth! You must know that in the world of God at this time, the crime of "worshiping the devil", even if it is just a vague suspicion, is still much more serious than "murder and arson", and even greater than the crime of "rebellion against the prince"!

The average European aristocrat simply couldn't grasp this kind of "God's serious crime". For example, Vlad Dracula, the Archduke of Wallachia, who had just died eighteen years ago, had been subjected to such serious accusations because of his brutal acts. But Archduke Dracula had thousands of troops in his hands, and he was on the front line of the war with the Ottoman demons. This crime could not be scaled, and he was only "four or two" when he was alive.

And if Martin, the scholar, suffered such a serious crime, it would be impossible to explain it. It would be like "you can't even weigh a thousand pounds"! He will definitely be eaten alive by the church masters after the "just judgment of God" in the tribunal, and all his property will be eaten up! …

For this reason, wherever scholar Martin goes, he is wrapped in tight aristocratic robes and maintains an absolutely aristocratic demeanor. Except for the occasional return to his hometown in Nuremberg, he spent most of his time on the remote Azores Islands, as far away from the Holy See as possible. And it was precisely because of this deliberately created handle that Bruno and his gang were able to secretly ask Martin out, then faint him, and earn money from the exploration fleet...

"O Lord God! Holy Father of Huitziloppo! This? This?... This is actually a devil worshiper!... This golden hair, he is not Portuguese, he is an Alemanian? An The Alemannic devil-worshippers!…”

Just as the scholar Martin was trembling all over, feeling ashamed and terrified, a Castilian exclamation suddenly sounded from the corner of the ship. When the scholar Martin heard the sound and looked over, his eyes widened in shock!

He saw a "native sailor" with a bird pattern on his forehead, hiding among a group of warriors and militiamen, looking over here. Even though the other party had shaved his beard and his skin was tanned red and black... he could recognize at a glance that this was a "white-skinned tribesman", a Castilian!

"Lord! The damn Castilians actually colluded with the native kingdom! !..."