Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!-Chapter 1617 - 1150: A Shocking Discovery, the Natives’ "Sorcery Book"!

The bright sun rises among the clouds in the sky. On the azure sea surface, three sea ships are anchored. On the verdant shore, there sits a village. In the small village, there are seventy to eighty corpses lying around. And the excited howls echo under the bright sun.

"Haha! Here's a big basket of cotton spools!... "

"Praise the Almighty! The Pearl is mine! Mine!... "

"Joder! Such a big house, yet inside there's only a basket of dry leaves?! Hmm, the smell of these leaves is quite peculiar... "

"Coño! Holding it in for so long, what a relief it is! It's a pity to kill... "

"Merda, a group of fools! Search carefully for me! Bring all the food and load it onto our ship!... As for these valuable spoils of war, they're all for the flagship! Give them to me to distribute!... I am your Commander!... "

The sea breeze carries a faint salty moisture mixed with blood, it also brings the sailors' laughter and shouts. Gutierrez, the royal steward, stands at the bow of the flagship, watching the slaughter on the shore and observing this lower class revelry. His face shows no fluctuations, only a slight frown, and critical eyes, as if looking at an imperfect yet captivating painting.

The painting's background, the beautiful sky, coast, and woods, is unforgettable in its brightness, vividness, and vitality. But at the center of the painting, this withering village, the smoke, and the natives, are smeared with such dark shadows, cruelty, and death!

"Almighty bless! He bestows endless bounties to save the lost and reckless, forgiving their difficult paths and mistakes!... "

The Castilians are devout, they are persistent, and they are cruel. During the 800-year Reconquista, it was precisely by relying on such persistent devotion and cruelty that they wiped out millions of Moors completely from the Iberian Peninsula. And under the guidance of the Holy Light, the slaughter of the heathen, no matter what is done, will be forgiven by the Almighty and saved by the Holy Mother! And now, they have finally reached the "East," arriving in the "India" and "Japan" full of wealth and heathens...

"Coño! These yellow-skinned monkeys sure run fast! Under our surprise attack, dozens managed to escape!... Haha! But these natives who can barely fight back, it's truly satisfying to kill them!..."

Nina's boatswain Roland, grinning, wiped the blood-stained scimitar on a small corpse. Then, noticing a silent figure standing next to him, hesitated, and nervously added.

"Qia Chu, I wasn't talking about you! Although you also have yellow skin, you are a citizen of Christ, and you can fight well! So you're not... uh... a monkey..."

The second boatswain of Santa Maria, Qia Chu, pursed his lips, his expression grim, holding the sailor's dagger horizontally, looking at Roland. Roland immediately took two steps back, raising the scimitar in front of him.

"Qia Chu! I really wasn't cursing you!... Uh, the things on these two bodies are all yours!... Look, this native had a Long Spear, with a bird carved on his forehead! It was quite challenging to knock him down..."

"Coño! Tch! Roland, you cowardly pale-skinned monkey! If you have the guts, duel me one-on-one!..."

Qia Chu spat contemptuously, turning to look at the two native corpses, one large and one small. The larger corpse wore a simple Leather Armor, collapsed in front of the small body, with a Long Spear dropped by its side. Looking at the tip of the spear, it was surprisingly a rare iron among the native tribes! And on the forehead of this corpse, there was a familiar pattern, a strange 'circle and bird'.

"Huh! This pattern, this round bird?... Why does it look so familiar?..."

"Ha! Qia Chu, have you forgotten! A few days ago, when we attacked the native tribe... those native spear-wielders in Leather Armor had this pattern on their foreheads! I reckon it's probably some kind of warrior mark for the natives!..."

Nina's navigator, Francisco Pinzon, smiled, walking over from behind. He gave Roland a slight nod, who then nodded lightly and stood aside on sentry. Then, Francisco looked at Columbus excitedly plundering and commanding in the distance, lowered his voice, and asked the boatswain Qia Chu.

"Qia Chu, I heard... that soft-handed fool Barto... got thrown into the sea by Columbus?..."

"Yes... that night, after attacking the native tribe... we were exhausted and hungry, just got on the ship, then... sigh!..."

"Coño! Where is your captain De La Cosa? Didn't he stand up for you?..."

"De La Cosa? That cowardly monkey! Tch!..."

Hearing this, Qia Chu gritted his teeth fiercely, his expression turning fierce.

"Bullshit! He just watched, pursing his lips, not daring to say a word! Barto was his man, yet he didn't dare stand up!..."

"So... you actually let that mad dog Columbus gain control of the entire flagship?!..."

"Damn it! Do you think I wanted to?! If not for..."

Seeing Qia Chu's gloomy and irritable expression, Francisco Pinzon squinted his eyes, pondering something unknown. After a while, he patted Qia Chu's shoulder and said softly.

"Qia Chu, that guy Columbus is greedier than a hyena, he won't let go of even a single copper coin! Following him, you won't get anything good!... This island is so big, and there are so many native tribes! Instead of the three ships sticking together, wouldn't it be better to... right?..."

"Haha, as the Almighty witnesses! Qia Chu, you're capable and well aware!... By then, you might as well take your men and follow us! Whether on Nina or Pinta, we're both in need of people..."

Francisco Pinzon spoke softly for a while, then with a smile, tossed a bloodied Pearl to Qia Chu. Finally, he glanced indifferently at the two bodies on the ground before silently leaving with boatswain Roland.

"Coño! Nina and Pinta are looking for a chance to leave... how about me..."

Boatswain Qia Chu's face kept changing as he watched Francisco's departing figure, his emotions turbulent. After a moment, he silently squatted down, pulling apart the native warrior's simple Leather Armor, carefully feeling around the back.

"Damn it! Nothing, absolutely nothing! It clearly looks proper, but how is it completely destitute? ...Uh?! What's this?..."

Qia Chu felt around for a long time and suddenly found something both hard and soft. He frowned in confusion, trying to pull it, but it was too large to extract.

"Huh! This strange texture, glued to the Leather Armor and sticking to the chest... what on earth is this weird thing?..."

Qia Chu cursed, completely untying the knots at the back of the native Leather Armor, flipping this poorly made piece over. Then, his pupils suddenly contracted, revealing a roll of glued paper on the inside of the chest of the Leather Armor. The paper was carefully sewn onto the Leather Armor, with some edges of leather, like a paper breastplate, or something intentionally placed at the heart, perhaps a talisman for warding off evil...

"Joder! What the hell is this?! Wet, tattered, sewn so finely, glued so tightly... there are square, eerie engravings on it, could this be?..."

Qia Chu examined it a couple of times, looking at the square "characters" within the paper roll, and seeing those engraved patterns, he quickly realized something, his face showing deep horror. After a few moments, his hands trembled violently, and he hurriedly discarded the "paper roll" he had managed to pull off, as if it were something extremely poisonous!

"Coño! Damn it!... It must be! This must be the Witch's 'Demonic Seal', the natives' 'Sorcery Book'!..."

Amidst Qia Chu's terrified shouts, under the watching eyes of the sailors, an old tattered Book of Ama Colley fell open onto the bloody and muddy ground, dropped before the Taino Chief's body, gradually staining crimson...