Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!-Chapter 1515 - 1060: From Kamchatka to the Olmec, the Chief Divine’s Sun Never Sets!

"Ah! Hachiman Mahasattva, Thousand-Armed Guanyin, Merchant Sorcerer Emperor!... Ah! My... my fingers!... Ah ah!!..."

"Praise the Chief Divine! You have sacrificed flesh and blood, blessed by the Divine! Your devotion will be seen by the Divine and known to everyone!... Here, have another calming cup of Blood Wine, engrave the emblem of the Chief Divine... It's a pity there's no pain-killing water, otherwise it wouldn't hurt so much. But a little pain is good, it helps you remember the sacrifice you've offered to the Divine..."

"Ah ah ah! Bodhisattva, Divine Buddha, Sorcerer Emperor!... My hand, my forehead!..."

"May the Chief Divine bless! Hang on, it's almost finished!..."

The piercing cold of the North, the warmth of the bonfire. Monk Soldier Watanabe Masumi collapsed beside the bonfire, feeling the excruciating pain in his forehead and little finger, his whole body sweating from the agony. He let out a painful howl with a hoarse voice, his throat filled with the bloody taste of Blood Wine. His eyes wide open, he watched his severed little finger on his left hand burning and twisting in the fire, gradually becoming charred bone. The symbol of the Sun Hummingbird on his forehead was also slowly oozing blood, like a dark red sunset and the Mysterious Bird. After a while, he barely regained his composure and muttered softly.

"Merchant Sorcerer Emperor! Such a cost, such an imprint... It's forcing me to bury the Divine Buddha in my heart, to speak the name of the Chief Divine!... Damn cruel Gummy People, damn it, may the Chief Divine bless me!..."

"Yes, may the Chief Divine bless! Take him to the tent for rest and proper bandaging. From now on, he is one of our Gummy People's brothers... Next one!..."

Seeing the collapsed Monk Soldier Watanabe, Zuwaro's mouth curled into a smile, his eyes filled with warm laughter. According to Central American blood sacrificial culture, expressing devout faith to the divine through body engravings and sacrifices is most common. The sacrificed flesh not only contains a person's soul but also holds the important "Ihoter," offering the most precious vitality to the divine!

In actual missionary work, these engraved and sacrificial body marks constantly exert faith suggestions on believers, reminding them of what they have given for the divine. After paying such an indelible price, as long as the Chief God Priests treat the sacrificers with favor, devout faith can gradually be planted in their hearts. This is the Mexica culture's revered "unity of human flesh and soul"...

"Ah! Fire God Kagutsuchi Hikari... No! Chief Divine Hikari!... I, I have hair! I have a lot of hair! Don't cut off my fingers!... Huh? My fingers are still here?... Cough cough!... Ah ah!..."

Weapons Group Leader Otani Takegou let out a miserable cry as the Level 1 Main God Priest Firesnake cut off the samurai's topknot and threw it into the fire. Just as he sighed with relief, a cup of Blood Wine was pressed to his lips, poured down his throat. Choking as he drank the Blood Wine, two Kingdom's Warriors pinned him to the ground. With a kind face, Priest Firesnake lifted the Obsidian Dagger and skillfully engraved an emblem on his forehead...

In less than a quarter of an hour, the entire conversion ritual was completed. Otani Takegou's eyes were vacant, following Priest Firesnake's words, repeating incantations of unknown meaning in a low voice.

"Praise our Divine! He is supreme and grand, ruling over heaven and earth and seas, granting light and food, controlling fire and thunderbolts... Ah! Chief Divine Hikari!..."

"Merciful Guanyin Bodhisattva!... These... these Gummy People's Shamans, when making a move, don't even blink... All it takes is a cup of Blood Wine, a string of incantations, and an engraved talisman... and the gentlemen warriors of the Wa Country lose their souls!... Ai Gu! Too... too terrifying!"

With a look of shock, Shipwright Kim Sun-su trembled all over, almost ready to wet his pants. Although Korea had always been abundant with witch gods, and he had witnessed many shamanic rituals, he had never seen such mysterious and bloody sacrifices! Soon, he was shakily brought by two warriors to the Sacred Fire, where he knelt down.

"Praise the Chief Divine! You are favored by the Chief Divine and blessed by the Divine! Don't be nervous, it will be over soon!"

Priest Firesnake gave another genuine smile. He was specifically responsible for the conversion of these large ship captives, and Captain Zuwaro had carefully instructed him on the situation of each captive. For example, Monk Soldier Watanabe, responsible for crucial translations and always rather sly, needed more severe sacrificial methods to force belief in the Chief Divine. In contrast, this Gold Shipwright Kim Sun-su, a much-needed shipbuilding talent for the Kingdom and with a timid personality, required a gentler touch...

"Ah! Blessings from the East Sea Main God! Blessings from Guan Yin Bodhisattva! Blessings from the Witch God Mizuta! ... I have bowed to all the deities! ..."

The shipwright, Kim Sun-su, cried out, going through a conversion ritual, his face smeared with tears and snot. As someone steeped in Confucian culture, the Koreans are naturally more flexible in their beliefs towards deities. Praying to all the gods, as long as it doesn't cost money, is never a loss. Especially at this "life and death juncture," praying to the Main God of the East Sea Gummy People Tribal Group, or even worshipping the shaman Zuwaro as a god, poses no problem...

As for the blue fire and the copper cannon in the conversion ceremony, shipwright Kim Sun-su was familiar with them but didn't dare speak. The smell of the blue fire should be gunpowder, which is the same pungent scent from the firecrackers that the Two Classes light during festivals. As for the copper cannon, its design is akin to the small to medium-sized long-barreled cannons both Ming Dynasty and Korea possess, essentially the earliest version of the Tiger Squat Cannon. The Korean naval forces' panokseon also require such small cannons. And on the vessel enfeoffed by the Ming Dynasty to the Korean King, there are even more Tiger Squat Cannons, but all are made of iron, never seen made of copper...

"Great Mercy from the East Sea Main God! The lords give me gold, make sure I'm fed and clothed well, let me live comfortably... Even the gods the lords worship, I too shall bow down!... I, Park Sun-pan, have a clumsy mouth and only know how to bow. From now on, my life belongs to the lords!..."

The sail maker, Park Sun-pan, wept profusely, bowing with all his might to the kingdom's priest and samurai. And when marked with the Main God's emblem, not only did he not fear pain, he was so excited and joyful he almost leapt up. Unlike Kim Sun-su, as an insignificant sail maker from the lowest class of commoners, he was just slightly above slaves. And in the Korean Kingdom, someone like him from the lowest class would be flogged to death if they dared enter the Confucius Temple or Other Sages' Temple, places only the lords could tread.

Now that these Gummy People Tribal Groups are willing to accept him and even give him privileges that even the samurai lords don't have, he naturally must show great loyalty. As for which deity to worship, it doesn't matter... no, it truly does, from the heart!... Praise be to our god Vizilopochtli! Praise be to the Supreme Main God!... The god has departed!..."

The sacrificial chants resound loudly, echoing before the altar, falling into the ears of the believers, imprinted in their hearts, just like this unforgettable conversion. The burning sacrifice is indelibly memorable, as the priests wield the Obsidian Dagger, inscribing the dark red emblem of the Main God on the foreheads of the first batch of converts from the Northeast Asian tribes. This also signifies the faith in the Main God stepping onto the vast lands of the Old Continent for the first time, even if it's just the northeastern frigid corner!

Whether this faith appears in the name of a Divine Buddha, Bodhisattva, Fire God, Sea God, Merchant Shaman, Gummy Main God, or any other title, it signifies a new possibility that has never existed before...

Similarly, after the ritual of sacrificing fawns, snow wolves, and captives and inscribing the Main God's seal, no matter where these converted tribes originated, they all became believers of the Main God, at least nominally. All conversion starts from nominal obedience, then gradually delves deeper into the soul...

Loud prayers merged into the rustling snow and wind, drifting far and vanishing. The mighty north wind, ever unyielding in its southward pursuit, chases the voices within the wind.

And as the stars shift, from the sunset to the sunrise. From the Kamchatka Peninsula at 53 degrees north latitude, to the Olmeck Ancient Holy City at 18 degrees north latitude. A truly grand and magnificent New Year's grand sacrificial ceremony is just beginning!...

"Praise the Main God! He gazes down with majesty from the great heights of the sky, watching over us, watching over all the converted jungle and mountain forest tribes!..."

Atop the thirty-meter-high Olmec Pyramid, Xiulote, dressed in a black ceremonial dress, raises the Emerald Divine Staff, looking down upon the hundreds of kneeling, submissive Divine Descendants, Noble Chiefs, and Leaders below the pyramid. Under the eastern morning sun, thousands of Imperial Guard Warriors, clad in heavy cloth-covered copper armor, reflected the platinum daylight glow. They stood with long spears like a forest, meticulously encircling the vast ancient Holy City, the sacred pyramid, and the tribal leaders witnessing the sacrificial ritual!

"The Main God says! He will send down miracles for you to witness personally! Whoever believes and obeys Him will be granted light and life, while those who do not believe and defy Him will meet with blood sacrifice and death!..."

With a loud proclamation, Xiulote's declaration is echoed by hundreds of Main God Priests amid the pyramids. Then, a solemn and mysterious chant accompanies the slowly rising "Divine Giant Eye," appearing in the sky above the heads of the tribal leaders. At this moment, all the leaders widen their eyes in disbelief, trembling with shock and awe, their fear and reverence engraved into their very bones!

"Raise your heads! Look into the gaze of the Main God! Welcome the Main God of the Sky! ... The deity has arrived!!"