Aztec Eternals

"Quéguarro! Under the glory of the Lord, I saw such ugliness and despicability. Even the dung in the pigsty and the corpse maggots in **** are purer than your tears of repentance!..."

"Aha! Come on! Chachu, Carlo, Antonio! You actually bow your head to the barbaric natives and pray to the false gods of the pagans for forgiveness... Ignorant and foolish fools, you are afraid of the natives' swords and axes, but you don't know Are you afraid of the judgment of the Lord?! I will remember your blasphemous names, and the Lord will also remember!…”

"Do it! You have all worshiped false gods and demons, what are you afraid of now?...The Lord will know everything and judge everything! The fire of purgatory has already been lit for you!..."

On the galley, under the watchful eyes of dozens of kingdom warriors, Secretary Rodrigo knelt on the deck, his old head raised high. Next to him, the royal butler Gutierrez pursed his lips, his face full of uneasiness, worry and fear.

Two steps away, Boatswain Chachu holds a sharp obsidian dagger, his eyes wandering, behind him are the equally cowering goldsmith Carlo and carpenter Antonio. They all know the identity of Secretary Rodrigo. He is a royal representative with a church background, and he is very different from an ordinary sailor! And if they really cut down this sword, there would probably be no place for them in the Kingdom of Castile! …

"…nonsolum;animae, verumetiamquieorumcorpora;inmortalesvermes…"

Rodrigo, the scribe, stretched out his right hand, with his thumb, index finger and **** converging into one point, and the other **** touching the palm of his hand, making a pious "sign of the cross". Then, he pointed to the three hesitant and cowering sailors with a gesture representing the Lord, and laughed disdainfully. He just raised his head, shouted hoarsely, and recited passages from "Isaiah" in Latin, like a martyr who looked forward to death!

"...Their worms do not die, and their fire is unquenchable. They will be abhorrent to all flesh...Ah! Ugh!! Ah!..."

Blood spattered and three fingers suddenly fell off, accompanied by uncontrollable wails of pain! Boatswain Cha Chu was shaking all over, and even his legs were a little unstable. This sharp and decisive knife seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and even the sharp obsidian dagger was cut out by the finger bones. However, when he turned back, his eyes were as red as a ferocious beast, and there was no longer any hesitation or fear!

"Carlo! It's your turn!..."

Seeing Chachu's red eyes, goldsmith Carlo felt a chill in his heart and caught the **** and incomplete stone dagger. He wanted to take a step forward, but there seemed to be roots under his feet. As a goldsmith, he is not like Bosun Chachu, who is like a rootless duckweed. Not only does he have a high status on the ship, but even on the shore, he is also a respectable metal craftsman and rural contractor. In fact, such a respectable profession is inherited from the family, and there is a long list of masters, apprentices, relatives, parents, wives and daughters behind him. And this knife goes down...

"Carlo!..."

"You rotten maggots!...Ah!!..."

Carlo, the goldsmith, was hunched over, his arms were shaking, and his hands were stained red. This knife was dragging, almost like a saw. But when the vague **** finger was completely chopped off and fell to the deck, Carlo gradually stopped shaking and straightened up.

".gold has fallen into the fire, there is no way out...unless..."

Goldsmith Carlo bit his lips and looked at Rodrigo with cold and ferocious eyes, and then at Gutierrez, who turned pale in shock and showed fear for the first time. Then, he turned around and said to the last person in a sinister voice squeezed out of hell.

"Antonio, don't cry!... Hold on to this dagger! There's only one little finger left..."

"O Lord!... Wuwu! Dear Secretary Rodrigo, please forgive me... Wuwu! Me too... I really have no choice... I want to live! The natives are so cruel, I can't die here... Wuwu! You...you are a saint who is going to be martyred, and I am your assistant who will help you to be martyred...please meet the Lord and say a word for me..."

"You...these...cowardly and pathetic...Antipas!...John the Baptist...dedicated and surrendered to...Jesus Christ and His Kingdom...ah!!..."

Antonio, the carpenter, sobbed and feared, and cut off the last little finger. Then, his hand trembled, and the broken obsidian dagger fell to the deck, soaked in bright red warmth. He quickly took two steps back and looked away with tearful eyes, as if he was avoiding some terrible poisonous snake. However, the blood stuck to his hands and stepped on his feet, turning him into a part of the poisonous snake. It was still the most dazzling red tongue...

"Respected, powerful and brave Lord Sipangu! I followed your order and cut off the fingers of the royal representative! From now on, I am your steel sword. Whether it is cutting off hands or heads, I can do it quickly. Good again!…”

Boatswain Chachu put away all his ferocity and knelt respectfully at Puap's feet, kneeling in Rodrigo's blood. He raised his hands high, holding the blood-stained sacrificial dagger, and tried his best to squeeze out a smile of respect on his face.

“Praise be to the Lord of Huitziloppo!…Praise be to the knights of Huitziloppo!…”

"That's right! Praise Huitziloppo! Praise the red bird!..."

"That...praise you, the brave ancient knight Cid of Sipan!..."

"Um…"

Listening to these incomprehensible compliments, Huitu Puap touched his chin and looked at the three kneeling sailors with interest.

These demonic sailors only hesitated for a while, and without even forcing them, they decided to attack the noble tribal priest! The priest of the evil tribe was obviously reciting incantations and cursing the surrendering sailors, but the sailors didn't seem to be very afraid...

"Witness the Lord God! They don't seem to fear the gods and have no loyalty at all... Well, they are like biting coyotes in the jungle, dogs that must be whipped with a whip!..."

The wise Puap thought for a while, let the three sailors kneel, and first gave instructions to his personal guard Pu Lu.

"Go! Bandage the evil priest who fainted from the pain, and use the best hemostatic herbs! ... God bless you! These sailors don't know how to use daggers. It's too rough to cut. Don't damage such an important sacrifice. died…"

"Yes! Boss!...By the way, what to do with the other evil nobleman?..."

"Another one? Let me think about it, let me try his quality... I have it!"

Huitu Puap narrowed his eyes, as if sizing up prey, and looked at the royal butler Gutierrez. Then, his eyes lit up and he grinned.

"Give him this finger-cutting dagger!...Tell him to either cut his own neck or cut the tribe's priest!..."

"yes!…"

"Lord! Holy Mother! Please save me! I am your devout people... don't... be like Rodrigo..."

Gutierrez had sweat on his forehead and his eyes wandered, avoiding the cold gaze of the native leader. He silently recited the name of the Lord in his heart and prayed more devoutly than ever before. Rodrigo's fate shocked him greatly and shook his previously firm belief. Of course, he didn't know that an even crueler **** shock was yet to come...

"Ah! You evil barbarian who deserves hell!...What are you going to do?...What? A dagger?...No! I will never betray the Lord and hurt...ah? Either scratch my neck and let me Suicide?...Ah this?!..."

Gutierrez exclaimed, his face changing rapidly, like a colorful palette. The native leader stared at him maliciously, the native warrior glanced at him fiercely, the three sailors stared at him, and Rodrigo fainted at his feet...

"Ah!...Our Lady, save me! Huitziloppo..."

A moment later, under the astonished gazes of everyone, the royal butler Gutierrez suddenly shouted vaguely, seemingly mentioning the name of the Lord God? Then, he foamed at the mouth and fell heavily on the deck with a "gudong" sound. His coma was so deep that he seemed to be inspired by God and fell into an endless dream. No matter how hard his guard Putu repeatedly slapped him in the face, he could not wake him up from his eyes-closed sleep.

"Huh?...Why did you faint?!..."

Huitu Puap opened his eyes wide in astonishment and looked at Gutierrez, who was about to fall into coma. He couldn't tell for a moment what kind of emergency the other party had. After a moment, he was too lazy to think about it and just sneered disdainfully.

"Haha! What a rat-fish thing! He looks like a noble warrior, but he is less courageous than an armadillo... He foamed at the mouth and fainted when he was frightened... Ouch! What kind of fishy smell? He So scared that you peed?…Evil!…”

"Damn it! Take him down, take him down! What a bad luck... If such a cowardly evil nobleman is so scared that he pees when he is sent to the altar, wouldn't that make the Lord God angry?... Damn it!"

Huitu Puap frowned and completely lost interest in continuing. He stood up, walked to the kneeling boatswain Chachu, and nodded with satisfaction. Then, he stretched out his big, thick hand and shook Chachu's hair as hard as His Majesty held his hair.

"Very good! You are a man-eating wolf, the most capable, fierce, and warrior-like among the evil captives! You deserve to be called Agou..."

"From now on, just follow me!... The Lord God is generous! As long as you believe in the Lord God sincerely and make great achievements in killing evil spirits... you will have lands and titles!..."

"Go, Agou! Teach the Taino sailors how to sail and sail these two big ships back!... That will be your first achievement!..."

(End of chapter)