Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

"All Gods! These raving lunatics!"

On the oar-sail ship, facing the charge of the Kingdom's Armored Warriors, the Papu Priest's mind was trembling. He decisively took off the cumbersome ritual robe and threw it on the ground. Then, he leapt, "Splash" into the water. He was like a swift fish, slipping between the ships, quickly swimming towards the war boat at the back, faster than anyone else.

"For God's sacrifice!"

The deadly shouts echoed through the narrow channel. The brutal battle was also approaching its final end. On the flagship, old militia Chiwaco was covered in blood, piercing with clever long spears, bringing down enemy after enemy. Then, the pressure of the battle suddenly eased, and the front of the flagship also opened up widely. He gasped for breath, looking towards the fierce shouts and saw the cruel battle in the center of the channel and the Kingdom's warriors making a desperate assault, sacrificing their lives!

"Chief Divine!..."

Old militia Chiwaco froze on the spot. Moments later, two drops of turbid old tears flowed from his painful eyes. He fiercely bit open his lip, tasting the blood and bitterness in his mouth. After a few moments, he hunched over like an injured old dog, shouting fiercely.

"Row with all your might! Break through to the rivermouth!"

"Row with all your might! Break through to the rivermouth!"

With the new orders, the sailors on the flagship erupted with their last strength. The two assaulting longships, in the center of the channel, were holding back the main force of the Totonaq fleet. The sides of the entire channel finally revealed space to pass through. And the remaining two oar-sail longships began to speed up, rowing through the blood-tinted river!

"For God's sacrifice!..."

In just a moment, the accelerating longships rushed through sparse obstacles and came to the back of the Totonaq fleet. The shouting in the center of the channel gradually became distant and seemed to grow smaller. And when the two longships charged to the rivermouth and burst into the vast sea, the sounds of battle were finally difficult to hear.

"Tawalu..."

The old militia pursed his lips tightly, turned around and saw the Totonaq warriors encircling the battle site and a heavily fallen figure. After a while, a Totonaq warrior raised a head high, shouting some phrases as the tribal warriors, like a boiling pack of dogs, let out excited howls.

"All Gods protect! This is the bravest Mexica Warrior! I, Nyuka, Warrior of Hidden Serpent City, cut off his head with my own hands!..."

The Papu Priest, bare-chested, put his feather crown back on. He frowned as he watched Nyuka, the warrior boasting his valor, holding Tawalu's head aloft on the deck. He pursed his lips slightly but said nothing.

"Chuchute, is he dead?"

"Priest, he's not dead, just lost a lot of blood and fainted."

"Bandage him up well!"

"Yes!"

Just as the Papu Priest finished instructing his trusted aide, another aide came to inquire.

"Priest, with All Gods' protection, we've defeated the evil Aztecs! Two Mexica longships escaped, should we pursue them?"

"The escaping longships..."

The Papu Priest stroked his chin, gazing at the rivermouth not far away. The two Mexica longships, full of scars, had already hoisted their sails at the rivermouth. Their prows pointed northwest, sailing straight ahead into the vast sea. It seemed they were trying to escape into the deep sea!

"...Don't pursue them! Can't catch them... Damn, these lunatics who don't value their lives!..."

The Papu Priest cursed softly. He felt the vast sea breeze, looking towards the eastern horizon, and saw only the dark clouds gradually approaching.

"A storm at the seaside is coming... Going to sea at this time..."

The Papu Priest shook his head. He looked around at the bodies floating on the river, counting at least two hundred fallen Totonaq warriors! Until this moment, a fright surged from deep within his heart.

"Fortunately… I brought seven hundred Totonaq warriors based on the memory of a seven-ship fleet… If I had only brought four hundred as the interrogation revealed… The outcome of this battle would have been different..."

After thinking for a moment, a sudden doubt arose in the Papu Priest's mind.

"Huh? Where did the other three longships hide? When this battle is over, I must thoroughly interrogate the captured Mayan merchant!..."

"Praise All Gods! We've captured the longships, vanquished the evil Aztecs!"

Half a quarter later, a large group of Totonaq warriors completely took over the two longships. The last resistance on the ships finally fell under numerous stabs. The dense bodies piled together, intertwining and falling into the water, dispersing an endless blood crimson.

Then, the uncontrollable tribal warriors began to argue, even fighting among themselves. They were snatching the heads of the Kingdom's warriors, especially the helmeted ones, as the most outstanding and praiseworthy battle trophies.

The captured fleet sailors were firmly bound, becoming invigorating sacrifices at the City-State's celebration ceremony. And the fleeing warriors of the Putun tribe had small boats spread out searching, carefully following the pursuit. In this jungle covered with Totonaq tribes, a lone warrior hoping to escape must only pray for fate's favor.

"Gemstones! Gemstones! There are gemstones on the longship!"

Suddenly, an excited shout came from the longship. The Papu Priest looked over and saw a foolish tribal warrior, hands raised with a heavy bag of gemstones, dancing with delight. Afterwards, dozens of hands reached for the sound's source, fiercely competing for the bag of gemstones, even stripping the foolish warrior down to his loincloth.

"Ha! What an idiot!"

The Papu Priest's mouth curled up in disdain. Then, he turned to his trusted aide and commanded firmly.

"Go! In the name of All Gods, tell all the warriors to check carefully, submit the found gemstones, everyone will have a share, no hiding allowed!..."

"Of course, as the most esteemed priest... I shall take half!"

"Right! Send two reliable ones to search the camp ashore! As for the gemstones found... you know how to handle it!"

"Yes, Lord Priest!..."

The sun fell towards the west, reflecting a red glow on the sea surface. The two captured Mexica longships were scarred and moored on the riverbanks with floating bodies. As for the other two longships, they broke through the encirclement, set their sails high, and completely vanished into the golden-red sea and sky depths.

The clouds from the east gradually rolled in, finally reaching the seaside before the sun fully set. And the torrential rain suddenly fell from the sky, splashing blood-colored water droplets.

Blood flowed everywhere, gradually fading. In the last glimmer of light, it finally reached the edge of the lagoon, amidst lush, yet unnoticed cassava fields. In the rushing rain, the thriving cassava gently swayed, bursting with resilient vitality. And the flowing blood water seeped into the soil, drop by drop, all entering the roots of the cassava.