Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!-Chapter 1637 - 1166: The Almighty of Vizilopo

The warm sea breeze, the distant sea and sky, the bright sun... The Caribbean Sea's morning is both gentle and melodious, like the warm embrace of a mother. The battles and the scarlet of yesterday have been engulfed by the vast sea. By the vibrant coastline, only five ships remain moored, along with hundreds of scattered small boats.

The rowers of the Taino Militia rise early, many boats dangling shallow fishing lines, with occasional cries of joy from the militia as they reel in their catch. For the simple and honest Taino people, farming, fishing, raising turtles, catching birds, and even breeding lizards, scorpions, and snails are instincts etched into their blood. Following the chief divine of the Sun and waging war with the Longboat Tribe, however, is merely a compelled defense under the threat and fear of the evil demons, marking their first transformation into warriors.

As the sun gradually rises, new orders are issued from the flagship's oar-sail ship. Tens of canoes gather, attempting to tow the captured large ship with ropes. However, such a large ship is not something easily towed by small boats. After futile busywork for half the morning, Huitu Puapu finally curses in frustration.

"Damn the evil demons! Damn it! How did the ship's bottom hit the shallows again?! It's drawing so much water!..."

"Exactly! Exactly! It's all because the evil demons' ship is too deep..."

Hearing this, Aide Pulu scratches his leg and joins in with a few curses. The captured two Caravel Light Sailing Ships are actually about the same length as the kingdom's oar-sailed longships, but they weigh 60 tons, while the regular kingdom's longships only carry over 20 tons. This extra weight naturally comes from three times the draft depth. Though Aide Pulu doesn't understand these things, he slaps his thigh, thinking of a solution.

"Boss! This morning, those two canine descendant barbarians came looking for me..."

"What canine descendant barbarians?..."

"It's the two named Fruit Tree Chabo and Mud Tree Miqui, the canine descendants!..."

"Oh! You mean the two trusted aides sent by the Black Wolf General? Fool! Since they're Black Wolf General's trusted aides, they don't count as canine descendant barbarians; they're fourth-level veteran warriors, with fiefs!"

"Ah! Fourth-level veteran warriors..."

Aide Pulu smacks his lips in envy, scratches his head, and then says.

"These two... Black Wolf's Personal Guards say they've been watching over the captives and found one... a yellow-skinned tribal warrior... from what... Ao Island to the east... that captive was bewitched by the evil demons but has now come to his senses, devoutly worships the chief divine, and implores to surrender to us..."

"Boss, I think, with so many sails and ropes on the evil demons' ship and it drawing so much water... we still need the evil demons who know how to sail it!"

"Hmm? A tribal warrior bewitched by the evil demons? Worships the chief divine and wants to surrender?"

Upon hearing this, Huitu Puapu pauses, pondering with some doubt. After a moment, he glances at the large ship stuck on the shallows and decisively waves his hand.

"The chief divine sees all; no one can deceive Him! Bring the tribal warrior here, let me have a good look!"

"Yes, boss!"

Shortly after, two red-haired aides, grinning from ear to ear, bring three captives over by boat. Seeing their blue-black eyes and upturned lips, who knows what they were up to all night on the large ship or what good things they got from the captives. Behind them, there's the Sailor Chief Qia Chu, with a Sun Hummingbird etched on his forehead, having only four fingers, followed by the tense-faced Goldsmith Carlo and Carpenter Antonio.

"Praise... Praise you! Honorable, mighty, valiant Cipangu Knight... Baron Lord!"

As soon as he boards the flagship and sees the native leader, Sailor Chief Qia Chu immediately kneels to the ground. Stammering, with a forced smile on his face, he hastily shouts.

"The Almighty bears witness! I am Sailor Chief Qia Chu, and I'm very good with a knife... Mighty Baron, I wish to follow you, be your knife to slay your enemies!"

"Hmm? What's this guy babbling about? What tribe is he from? What kind of nonsense is he spewing? I don't understand a word..."

Huitu Puapu opens his wide eyes, looking pleasingly at Sailor Chief Qia Chu, then at the two white-skinned demons who also kneel and shout behind him. Unpleased, he frowns, presses his right hand on the bronze axe, and loudly shouts.

"Why are there two white-skinned demons? Are they also looking to surrender? There aren't many sacrifices for offering to the gods as it is!"

"Cough! Chieftain Huitu, Ah Gou's tribe is far away and doesn't understand the language of the Cuba Tribes. But he can speak the language of the Evil Demon Tribe and knows a lot about them... As for the two evil demons in the back, they have some crafts, one can make gold items and the other can repair ships... Besides, one person can't sail away two ships alone..."

Red-haired Aide Chabo leans over to Puapu, explaining with a laugh. Then, he gives Mique a look, who immediately delivers two slaps to Qia Chu, making him see starlight. Next, he kicks Carlo and Antonio down, instantly silencing their chatter.

"Ah Gou! What did you say last night?... Why can't you do it this morning? ... Kneel properly! Wezi..."

"Er!..."

Sailor Chief Qia Chu's face changes color, anger rushing to his heart. But when he sees the warriors' deadly eyes and the leader's impatient look, he quivers...

"Coño! Damn it! I misspoke! These grass-cutting barbarians... If I'm not careful, my head would hang on the mast alongside the unlucky Captain Pinzon..."

Sailor Chief Qia Chu shudders for a bit, finally catching the subtle hint from the warrior. He quickly raises his four-fingered left hand, looks up at the Sun, revealing the divine emblem etched on his forehead, just like being forced to kneel last night. Then, using all his strength, he trembles, shouting loudly.

"Praise the Almighty! Praise the Holy Father of Vizilopo!" 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

"Yes, yes! Praise... the Saint Heir of Vizilopo!..."

"Uh, that... Praise the Holy Spirit of Vizilopo!..."

Goldsmith Carlo and Carpenter Antonio exchange glances, trembling in fear. They hastily mimic the same posture, shouting towards the Sun. The "devout" Spanish echoed in the Caribbean Sea, though who knows where their prayers are directed: East or West, up or down...

"Hmm?..."

Hearing the repeated mention of the chief divine's name, Huitu Puapu rubs his chin, slowly takes his hand off the half-drawn axe. He stares at the kneeling three captives, ponders for a while, glances at the large ship at sea, and finally extends his fingers.

"Twelve captives... Two noble evil demons... Ten left... Minus three more... Six or seven left?... At least sacrifice five upon returning... Must save two for the New Year Grand Sacrifice..."

Lord Huitu counts on his fingers, like holding rods of life and death. He ponders for quite some time, observing the captives who are "devoutly" looking towards the Sun with tears, finally softening his expression.

"Ha! The chief divine bears witness! Since you have called out the chief divine's name, seeking His forgiveness... I shall give you a chance to surrender!... Hmm, a chance... let me think..."

A moment later, wise Lord Huitu's mouth curls, revealing a bright, confident, triumphant smile. He looks towards Aide Pulu, smilingly instructing.

"Go! Bring over the evil demon priest! Oh, and bring over the other noble evil demon for a witness!"

"The chief divine watches all! To earn forgiveness, blood must be offered!"

"Give the three captives a dagger each, let them each cut off a finger from the evil demon priest!"

"Oh, and those two unconverted evil demons wanting to surrender must also cut off their fingers, tattoo themselves, and convert!"