Aztec Eternals

The day after Diogo Kang's death, the Portuguese exploration fleet stopped sailing. Three sailboats docked on the nearest shore, and it took two days to erect the last padröo, the Explorer's Pillar. And beside the stone pillar, is a shallow mound with a brand new cross erected on it.

Bruno stood in front of the stone pillar, silently reciting the Portuguese inscription inscribed on it.

"...in the 6684th year since the creation of the world, and in the 1485th year since the birth of my Lord **** Christ, the most noble, distinguished and mighty monarch, King Joao II of Portugal, sent his royal knight Diogo Can, to discover This land, and erecting this stone pillar... We dedicate this fertile land to the great Portuguese kingdom, to the great Joao II... Pray for us!"

After reading, Bruno bowed his head and prayed sincerely.

"Respected Captain Diogo, may the Lord bless your soul! . 

Afterwards, Bruno looked respectful and approached the new leader of the fleet, a middle-aged noble knight, Pero da Costa.

"Praise the Lord! Dear noble knight, Pero da Costa."

"Praise the Lord! New Captain Bruno."

"Excuse me, how should I arrange the sailing tomorrow?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged aristocrat old Perrault glanced at Bruno lightly and said solemnly.

"Lord, witness! Our fleet is badly damaged, lacking sailors and insufficient supplies. Tomorrow morning, the fleet must set off and return!"

"Yes!"

Bruno suppressed the joy in his heart and bowed his head in a salute.

"Dear Knight Perrault, how should this place be named on the chart?"

Old Perrault was silent. He stared at the tomb beside the stone pillar and the cross erected on it. After a long time, he whispered.

"Hey, this is the cross where the living are buried...let's call it Cross Point!"

Bruno nodded, Cross Point, the Cross Point, is also the southernmost point of this exploration.

At this time, in this world, only one person knows. The endless Namibian desert stretches more than three thousand miles to the south. The further south you sail, the higher the latitude and the colder the climate. At the southernmost tip of the desert, moisture from the Atlantic passes over the frigid waters, creating a continuous thick fog that often sparks storms that make navigation dangerous and difficult. And once you pass through the thick fog and storm area hundreds of miles long, it is the border of the southern continent, the turning point of the eastern route, and the Cape of Good Hope that brings hope!

The sunset is over, the morning sun is born, and it's another day in the blink of an eye. Under the golden sun, the sailors cheered, drank their last wine and feasted on fresh seal meat. They are excitedly celebrating the arrival of the New Year and the return of the fleet!

The quest of death is finally over! After a year and three months of exploration, nearly 70% of the sailors died, and even the captain Diogo Cando was called by the Lord. The Portuguese fleet finally turned the bow and began to return to the north!

The entire fleet consisted of three sailboats, with nearly a hundred sailors on and off the deck.

Somewhere on the flagship, the noble scholar Martin Beheim looked terrified. He huddled like a helpless lamb, clinging to the corner of the cabin, holding an ornate dagger in his hand. In front of him were four fierce, wolves-like strong men, each wearing leather armor and holding sharp weapons.

"...New Captain Bruno, Quartermaster Mattim, Chef Harold, Carpenter Ivo...you, what do you want to do!"

"The Lord's witness! Respected noble scholar, Martin."

Bruno smiled and spoke softly.

"Please don't worry. We just want to leave a small mark on you. The Lord bears witness! As long as you cooperate with us patiently, we will never hurt you."

"Ah! Mark? Cooperate? Bruno, you?!"

Martin's eyes were at first disbelief, then deep fear. Thinking of that terrible thing, he slammed the dagger across his neck and was about to kill himself. The icy dagger fell on the skin, bringing a stinging chill like a call to death. The aristocratic scholar trembled violently, but he couldn't let go.

"What a cowardly noble!"

Mattim sneered and stepped forward quickly.

"boom!"

He deftly used the dagger in his hand to fly Martin's dagger. Then, with a quick knee strike, he knocked Martin to the ground.

Bruno's expression remained unchanged. He smiled at Mattim.

"Good job! Matim, ripped off his clothes!"

"Ah! Ah!..."

Martin let out a desperate wailing like killing a pig, and was cleaned up by the skilled Matim in two strokes. Next, the carpenter Ivo took out a small brazier, and Harold took out a small sharp dagger and placed it on the brazier to bake repeatedly.

But after a while, Martin tied Martin skillfully and asked back.

"Boss Bruno, we want to engrave the devil's symbol on this kid, hold his handle, and tell him not to talk nonsense when he returns to China... But what is the devil's symbol?"

"The symbol of the devil..."

Bruno pondered for a while, those terrifying memories came to his mind, and even after so long, it still made his heart tremble. He recalled the ancient sacrificial clothes of the voodoo high priest, the eerie temple with lizards hanging, the terrible altar inlaid with human heads... His hands kept waving, trying to draw the evil symbols of Satan's apostles.

"I have met in the land of the devil, an incomparably powerful apostle of Satan! I mustered up my courage, fought her tenaciously, under the protection of the Lord, destroyed her witchcraft, and then from hundreds of natives Breaking out of the warriors... the symbol should be... like this, twisted... like this, gathered... like this, put together like a swarm of mosquitoes..."

After a while, Bruno finished in a mess. he asked hesitantly.

"Do you understand?"

Everyone looked at each other, shook their heads in unison, and the cabin was silent for a while.

After a while, head chef Haroldo took a step forward and said in a low voice.

"Boss Bruno, you have gone deep into the devil's land and seen real devils. But the church gentlemen stayed in wealthy towns and were served by hordes of servants, where would they have seen any evil? These real devil symbols, we If it is carved, no one will recognize it!"

Bruno thought for a while and asked in a deep voice.

"That makes sense! ... Harold, what do you say?"

"Easiest, that's it..."

Low whispers echoed in the cabin, and Martin lay in the corner, trying to listen, but he really couldn't understand the dialect of these sailors. After a while, everyone nodded in unison and looked at Martin maliciously. Martin shuddered deeply and shouted hysterically.

"Please! My father is a member of the Venetian Republic, and my family is a hereditary nobleman from Nuremberg...I can give you a large ransom! Um...uh..."

Bruno took out a piece of cotton cloth and stuffed it directly into Martin's mouth. Then, without any hesitation, the crowd directly pressed Martin to the ground, with his belly up and his back pressed against the deck, as if holding down a lamb to be slaughtered.

Haroldo smiled strangely, held the red-hot handle of the knife, and slowly stepped forward.

Martin was pale and shaking like chaff. He struggled desperately at first, and then kept whimpering and begging. Mattim stretched out his hand impatiently, grabbed Martin's neck, and directly knocked him out.

"Harold, do it!"

Bruno ordered in a low voice.

"Good! Boss Bruno!"

Smiling lightly, head chef Haroldo reached out and tattooed Martin's lower abdomen. In the hands of a chef, the sharp knife is so precise and stable. Even if the noble scholar woke up in pain, it didn't affect his painting at all. After the engraving was finished, he examined his masterpiece, nodded with satisfaction, and then returned to his flinching appearance.

"All right!"

"really not bad!"

"This is down!"

"Praise Our Lady!"

Everyone looked at it, and Qi Qi breathed a sigh of relief. The noble scholar has fainted from the pain again. Bruno stretched out his hand, probed the other party's breath, and stood up easily.

"Blessed Mother! Let's go! Give him some time to accept."

"Blessed by Our Lady! May we return to the kingdom in peace!"

"Blessed by Our Lady! He seems to be quite rich. After returning to China, you can ask him to get some sponsorship..."

"Blessed by Our Lady! Don't be too busy. Go to the celebratory banquet!"

The four of them prayed for a while and then walked out of the scholar's cabin. Before leaving, the carpenter Ivo stayed for a while. He untied the unconscious Martin, took off the cotton gag, put on a covering gown, and a thin blanket to protect him from the cold.

The sun sets in the west, and the rays of light fill the sky. In the vast sky, there are countless colorful birds flying; in the mighty ocean, there are only three sailboats sailing. The waves on the sea surface dyed red by the setting sun, reflecting the red desert, are gorgeous again.

The deck was full of light, and the cabin was dark. The cheers of the sailors could be heard in the distance. I don't know when, someone sang loudly and sang hometown songs, and everyone sang in unison.

"Beautiful girl, you ask me, what is the sea? But I don't know...

I was sailing away, and one wave after another crashed into my body, leaving behind a moist glow.

That is the mother, calling my young heart, the sea is the caress! ..."

Bruno was promoted to the honorable captain, and all the hidden worries were solved, and he felt a little bit at once. He laughed heartily, walked to the center of the sailors, and sang aloud.

"Beautiful girl, you ask me, what is the sea? But I don't know...

I was sailing out and saw a dead boy. He opened his lips to kiss the spray.

There is a beam of light in his mouth, to fall in love with another beam of light in your mouth, the sea is a kiss! ..."

Hearing this, Matim smiled. He waved to Harold, but he waved. He stretched out his hand and sang alone.

"Beautiful girl, Crescent Moon doesn't want to sink into the sea, so she dragged it all over the sky and night.

Your hair is loose and floats with me in the water like a breeze from my heart.

I smooth your waves with my own hand, and the sea falls into the palm of my hand. You are like anemones, open at my fingertips! "

Then, everyone laughed and sang together in the sea breeze.

"Beautiful girl, you ask me what the sea is? But I don't know...

I was sailing out, standing barefoot on the beach, eagerly waiting for the dawn.

It turned out that the sea was a white figure shining brightly in the rocks.

May Our Lady bless you! We went through it and we were back home! ..."

The cheerful singing continued all night~www.readwn.com~ Martin woke up painfully amid the joyful songs of the sailors. He moaned softly and rubbed his forehead hard. Then, he suddenly opened his eyes, stroking his front and back bodies in horror, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

But soon, Martin felt a tingling in his lower abdomen. Taking advantage of the light of the dusk, he shook off his robe, looked down at the tattoo, and his complexion was ashen. After a long while, the noble scholar trembled and muttered to himself, it was the chapter of the Bible, Apocalypse, "Revelation".

"... Anyone who has a clear understanding, let him calculate the number of the beast. Since it is a human number, its number is six hundred and sixty-six..."

"..the devil incarnates the beast and inscribes the symbol of evil. This is the number of the beast's name, the code name of the devil, the imperfection hated by perfection, the unforgivable '666'... ah! The real devil, so here it is, Among these navigators!  …”

There was tears in Martin's voice. After all, he was just an aristocratic young man in his twenties who was well-born, studying academics.

"What shall I do? Merciful Lord! Please give me a revelation to save me from the evil on board!"