Aztec Eternals

"Okay, very good! It seems that you are indeed a capable scholar and craftsman! This kind of strange drawing, as well as the designed pulley mechanism, and the big clock that is submerged in water for ventilation, all made my eyes shine!..."

"Witness the Lord God! Although your knees are weak, your head is really smart, just like a long-headed Mayan noble!... As long as your design is effective and you pick up the 8-pound cannon from the bottom of the sea... I will not only exempt you from the sacrifice, but also Give you enough rewards to live a good life!"

After reading the three sketches, Xiu Maoying was immediately overjoyed. This captured evil scholar is indeed quite capable and possesses a lot of valuable knowledge passed down by evil demons!

His brother once told him that although demons are greedy and evil, their knowledge is not that of demons! Their exploration of knowledge is the source of all power!

All "knowledge" comes from exploring the world created by the Lord God, and then summarizing and refining it after deeply understanding the nature of the world! The "scholars" among the demons are the "most valuable" handful of people, and they are worthy of making great efforts to absorb them and turn their knowledge and thinking into human knowledge and thinking!

Thinking of this, Xiu Maoying's eyes suddenly became much kinder when he looked at Scholar Martin. It is impossible for him to let this scholar go, not even in this life. And with the methods of the priests, it is natural to have a stick in one hand and corn in the other. First cut off the other person's escape route, then drive the other person to sacrifice, and finally win over people's hearts little by little, making him obediently spit out all his knowledge willingly! …

"Haha! I like smart people the most, and so does my brother! ... By the way, what's your name? Martin Beiheim? ... Let me think about it, when you come to the kingdom, you have to have a new beginning and a new name. Separate from everything in the past...Well, I give you the surname Xiu! From now on, your name will be Xiu Ading! ...Of course, you can only name me Xiu Maoying, not Brother Shen. Sexualized 'Xiu Guang'."

"Come! Light the holy fire! I will personally carve the mark of the Lord God on this white-skinned scholar and craftsman, and let him convert to the Lord God!..."

"Ah! No...don't kill me, I'll change the sketch right now!...Uh!...Don't kill me? Are you going to give me the mark of the evil god? This?...How can I change my belief in the evil god?...Ah! Don't slap me! Ah! !…Knife! The neck is broken!…Please keep the knife away!…I…I’ll change my mind now…”

Soon, blazing flames rose on the deck. The Taino apprentices sang cheerful Cuban-style carols, and the priest Xiu Cathawk looked kindly. He picked up a sharp obsidian dagger and looked at the position where to cut it.

Scholar Martin trembled and looked to his left and right. Two warriors from the kingdom were staring at each other with eager eyes. Their copper axes were thick and hard. The two Castilian sailors were holding scimitars, with both schadenfreude and envy in their eyes.

They were gloating about their misfortune, watching the nobles of God's world being forced to bear the mark of a hummingbird, and from then on they were no different from them, and they converted to the Lord God... What a rare excitement this was! They couldn't even think about it before arriving at the big island of the natives! But envy is real envy. After all, the priest himself said that as long as you show your skills, you will be rewarded heavily. And this "Alemannic scholar" is obviously much more capable than those of them who play with swords and sail ships! Not talking about painting or design, just being able to read and write and understand the languages ​​of various European countries will completely defeat them...

"ah!!…"

The moment the cold obsidian dagger cut his forehead, scholar Martin suddenly burst out with a scream! The sound was so shrill and heartbreaking that it made Xiu Maoying jump. He almost wiped the scholar's neck with a flick of his hand.

"Xiu Ading? What are you doing? Did you eat mushrooms?..."

Xiu Maoying paused speechlessly, only to see scholar Martin shaking non-stop. He was shaking and weeping, and howling in despair in his native High German.

"Heul! Merciful Virgin! No! No! The mark of the devil has infected my forehead, and it can no longer be wiped off or covered!... Heul! Ruona, my lover, I can't go back There goes my well-designed estate, my elegant Lusitano horse, and my beautiful wife...Heul! Heul!

"Damn it, calm down! You guy, be tougher!..."

Xiu Maoying tried for a long time and even slapped scholar Martin twice, but he couldn't calm him down.

This evil noble chief is different from others in that he has a weak will. He has too many things, and he has never suffered anything in his life. They are all floating on the clouds. At this moment, the "Devil" emblem that cannot be concealed is engraved on his forehead, which means that he has completely lost the hope of returning to the world of God, returning to the aristocratic class, and enjoying the life of an aristocrat. He suddenly fell from the top of the cloud, lost too much, and completely broke his guard...

In desperation, Xiu Maoying could only shake his head and said to the Tylenol apprentice beside him.

"O God! This guy is shaking so much, like a frightened cottontail rabbit! If I forcefully mark him again, I'm really afraid that he will be like a rabbit and be scared to death... Go! Get that can of prepared blue Bring the scorpion venom and sting him with a few drops to calm him down..."

"Heul! My lover! My manor, my horse and my wife!...Huh?...This is?...Hmm?...Hmm!..."

The prepared scorpion venom penetrated the arm of the scholar Martin through the natural stinger. The strong analgesic and sedative effect made his crying pause, and then gradually became silent. He knelt in front of the holy fire in a daze, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously relaxed slowly, looking like he was crying and laughing, very strange. The two converted Castilian sailors looked at each other and trembled uneasily. These "devil-like" native potions, just looking at them, make people feel "blasphemous", no, "sacred"! …

"The Lord's hummingbird is deeply engraved on your forehead! And your soul, along with the burning hair, is connected to the Lord of the Kingdom of God... From now on, the Lord will watch you, and you must worship Him devoutly! Once you convert to the Lord, there will be no retreat, no possibility of leaving!..."

"Xiu Ading! Remember my words! From now on, use all your knowledge and wisdom to serve the Lord and the kingdom! The kingdom does not ask about your origin, and grants titles based on merit, even if you are a converted white-skinned tribe... As long as your dedication is enough, you can become a craftsman noble canonized by the kingdom, leaving your bloodline and heritage in the kingdom!..."

That night, the bonfire burned fiercely, the scorpion venom slowly subsided, and the hummingbird mark remained forever on the forehead of scholar Martin. He had a strange nightmare, dreaming that the Son of God carrying a cross, shouldered all his sins, and then suddenly kicked him, kicking him from the top of the manor's bell tower to the bottom of the flowers. Then, a ferocious, huge evil bird stretched out its long beak, opened its mouth and sucked him in, then flew into the endless Atlantic Ocean like an evil dragon burning with hellfire...

"The Lord God is witness! The big bell was not cast in a day! Tiewan Town will be busy for a long time, and it will probably take two months to salvage the big magic weapon... Kopili, Chapo! Take three sailboats back to the ancient Tiewan Town first, and report the results of this raid to the chief priest Tomat! He must have been anxiously waiting for a long time, and he really needs victory. News! …”

“Yes! Owl Shaman! I have identified these eight demon captives. There is a carpenter who can repair ships, a blacksmith who can repair weapons, and a salt worker who has dried salt... Look! Their names show the jobs they can do! As for the other five, they can only fight and kill, and are useless...”

“Salt workers who have dried salt? Well, this is a craft, not that simple... It seems that this large Portuguese port tribe does have the skills to produce salt! Chief Priest Tomat They will be happy! ... As for the other five, they will be sacrificed to the Lord God together with the most powerful demon knight! ..."

"As you wish! Master Priest! ...The newly converted scholar craftsman?"

"Oh! Xiuading will stay with me first. I want to ask about the situation of the Demon Continent and record some of their precious knowledge... Oh, leave that Amei to me too! He is a good translator and can teach Xiuading the language! ..."

"Yes! Owl Shaman! ..."

"Okay! Set sail Let's go! The victory ceremony must be prepared early! And this time, the Lord God's great ceremony should invite all the chiefs of the various tribes in Haiti to come and win over the hearts of the tribes as much as possible! ...Great Lord God! May He bless the hot land of Cuba, the mountain islands of Haiti, the Bahamas, the Spring Island of Jamaica... Bless the East China Sea where He shines, and resist all evil invasions! ..."

"Yes! May the Lord God bless the East China Sea and resist the evil! ..."

The loud prayer sounded on the sailboats of the three kingdoms at the same time. Whether it was the kingdom warriors or the Taino sailors, they all devoutly drew a "hummingbird" gesture. The prophecies of the evil demons kept coming true, and terrible threats came one after another. And the glory of the Lord God's faith, under the protection of miracles, spread rapidly, and truly penetrated the hearts of the tribes!

"Praise the Lord God! Set sail! ..."

The loud Taino shout spread throughout the European-style ship. Then the cross sails rose, reflecting the sun in the east. The bow of the ship is heading west to the warm land of Cuba, heading to the other side of the sea~~