Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!-Chapter 1659 - 1183: Horror Godsworn, the Cruel "Wisdom" from the Wilderness

"Take Shrimpshead, go ask the surrendered Maya captives, where is this place?... Why did the shoreline suddenly become sparse, with no signs of civilization, and yet there's a strange, old temple here?"

"Yes!... Black Wolf Leader! There's a Tail Feather militia member named Ye Chan who says he was born in this area. This is 'Chekeslubo,' the Demon's Tail! The land here is tainted by demons, unable to grow food or large trees. Around here, there's only the fishing village where he was born... And that dilapidated temple, they say, was built long, long, long ago, even before the Mayapan Kingdom! According to the stories passed down in the village, this temple's name is unknown, but it possesses great divinity and must not be destroyed... It's said to suppress countless ancient demons below!"

"Oh! Ye Chan also says that for generations, their village has been temple guardians. The noble ones of the Xiu Clan would regularly come here to perform sacrificial rites and reward them with wealth... A few years ago, the noble Maya Divine Prince of Xiu Clan was suddenly killed by an evil fleet here! Many Xiu warriors clad in armor and feathers perished that day, and they were true nobles! Because of this, the village was retaliated by the arriving Xiu warriors, killing many, and Ye Chan's family also perished... Therefore, when he heard we were to help Maya Kuhuajaw restore the kingdom and kill the Xiu clan's warriors, he specifically joined us to lead the way! He's very familiar with the jungle water sources around here!"

"Chief Divine's blessing! 'Chekeslubo,' the Demon's Tail? What a strange name? Ha! A rundown temple, suppressing some underground ancient demons?... Huh? Is this where the Kingdom's Cuba fleet killed the Xiu Prince?"

The lush Maya Coast, dense jungles, and swamps show a rare expanse here. The northern sky and sea glitter with waves, while the southern greenery layers upon layers. A solitary temple stands between the sea and jungle. The walls are mottled and darkened, marked by lengthy times gone by, perhaps spanning several millennia.

Indeed, it's peculiar that around this temple is an exceptionally flat white area. It's not completely barren, but there are indeed few tall trees. It feels as if there is truly some evil demonic power underground, suppressing the trees' life force...

"Huh? Leader, Ye Chan sang a very strange, ancient song... I can't quite understand it, it doesn't sound like the Maya language spoken by clans nowadays... It's as if talking about... All Gods? Divine disaster? World destruction? Creation?... Ah, I get it! It's All Gods descending divine disaster, destroying and recreating the world here!"

"Hmm? Divine disaster destroying the world? What nonsense!"

Upon hearing, Black Wolf Torc frowned in displeasure and sternly reprimanded.

"What Maya All Gods? Those who can destroy and create the world are only the Supreme Main God!"

Black Wolf Great Chief was angry, his intimidating aura of murdering countless and commanding entire armies emerged, making Dog Descendant Warriors, Seaside Warriors, and surrendered Maya Warriors all fall silent in fear, lowering their heads in reverence. The Maya Translator Shrimpshead beside him was so scared that he fell to his knees, repeatedly kowtowing.

"Chief Divine's blessing! Honorable Divine Great Chief, it was my mistake... Chief Divine is supreme and great!"

Shrimpshead was one of the ten Maya translators recruited last year when Black Wolf led the army eastward, passing by the lakeside village of "Shrimp Village" known for producing lobsters. Shrimp Village was located beside Lake Shrimp, exactly where the Kingdom's exploration fleet ate lobsters and left the "Book of Ama Colley." The villagers were descendants scattered during the Toltec east conquest of Maya hundreds of years ago. They spoke Navajo with a strange accent, and were proficient in Maya language, and upon encountering the Kingdom fleet, they even, under the lead of the old village chief, reverently worshipped the Chief Divine's emblem and recited the Chief Divine's names.

Therefore, when Black Wolf's army passed through Shrimp Village, he was very pleased with this "faithful to the Chief Divine" village, setting it up as an important fleet base along the way, and recruited some villagers as translators for the Maya East campaign. Shrimpshead, being the best Navajo speaker among the group, was personally given the surname "Tai" by Black Wolf.

Black Wolf Torc clearly understood that far-flung expeditions to distant lands with unfamiliar tribes and complicated terrain, information was more crucial than fighting! Without understanding Maya language, even the strongest warriors would be blind and deaf...

This past year, he also made efforts to learn this foreign language. Unfortunately, his talent seemed not to lie in language learning, far inferior to the genius Exploration Captain, Zuwaro...

"Chekeslubo, the Demon's Tail... Hmm, are ancient demons truly suppressed underground here? What do demons look like? Can they be fought?"

Black Wolf Torc glared and scrutinized the worn temple and gray-brown earth before him carefully for a quarter of an hour.

Unfortunately, his eyes couldn't penetrate hundreds of meters of soil to see that enormous crater, nor the "world-ending" scar left from the asteroid that destroyed the dinosaur era 65 million years ago! It was this extraordinarily impactful meteorite that completely flattened the Yucatan Peninsula and forever reshaped the peninsula's deep geological structure, turning the Maya lands into a flat, non-aquatic landscape. Ever since, there have been no rivers on the peninsula's surface...

"Hmm... This terrain indeed has some divine qualities..."

Black Wolf Torc stroked his chin, pondering "wisely." Though he spoke firmly about these divine landscapes and ancient temples, his actions, like many Mexica, were consistently reverent.

"Wuta, go! Take a team and clean up this temple well, erect the Chief Divine's emblem... Then, offer gold, silver, and gems, and don't let the Wilderness Warriors steal!"

"Yes, Leader!"

"Wait!"

Black Wolf Torc paused, suddenly stopping his aides, and asked.

"Wuta, how many Maya captives have been taken these days? How many Divine long-headed, and how many clan warriors?"

"Boss! Following your orders, a month ago, we dispatched ten squads of Samurai, half a battalion each, to attack the Divine Descendant Manors within fifty miles around Stone Inscription City, sweeping the entire territory of the Tail Feather Clan... Now four squads have completed their missions and returned, bringing back twelve Tail Feather Divine Descendants with long heads and half a battalion of Tail Feather Samurai adorned with feathers..."

"Captured sixty long-headed Divine Descendants and five hundred feather-adorned Samurai?... Hmm..."

Upon hearing this, the Black Wolf Torc stroked his chin again, seriously contemplating. No need to overthink, the Maya Divine Descendants are to be sacrificed anyway; not a single one will be left. However, the captured Maya Warriors were rare enough to give him a headache. The headache wasn't about how fierce these Maya Warriors could fight or how they would rather die than surrender. It was that these warriors would often feign surrender, deceitfully convert, swear allegiance, then sneak away at the first chance they get.

The Maya jungle is incredibly complex; once the Maya Warriors who are familiar with the terrain escape into the jungle, they cannot be captured again. They are likely to rally under another Divine Descendant's banner and continue resisting the Kingdom. Killing them all in one go would be straightforward, but with the Maya Coast being so vast and the Kingdom needing to establish coastal outposts, one can't just scatter the Kingdom's Main Force everywhere, like sprinkling chili powder on a corn tortilla, right? After all, a method needs to be devised to establish a reliable Maya auxiliary force!...

"Damn it! These Maya Warriors are so blindly loyal, they regard their clan's Divine Descendant as greater than the heavens. Those willing to sincerely pledge allegiance to the Kingdom are less than one in ten... Forcing them to kill the clan's Divine Descendant, they stubbornly refuse, even willing to die themselves, which is completely opposite to the Wilderness Dog Descendants..."

The Black Wolf Torc frustratingly rubbed his forehead, glancing at the Canine Descendant trusted aide, Wuta, who was still waiting beside him like a hunting dog, and asked casually.

"Wuta, do you have any ideas? To make this bunch of Maya Clan fools abandon their tribe's Divine Descendant and sincerely pledge allegiance to the Kingdom?..."

"Uhh... Boss, you're so smart, having learned so much, recognized so many 'terrifying' characters, yet have no solution... We came down from the wilderness, ignorant of everything, how could we come up with any ideas?..."

"Ha! The Canine Descendants from the wilderness are not dumb; they are much more agile in battle than this bunch of Maya fools... Hmm, let me ask you another question! Why don't you, in the wilderness, regard the leader as a god and follow the leader to die together?"

"What?! Boss, the way you asked that, even a groundhog would laugh and have a crooked grin... Uh, I was wrong! Don't get angry... The clan leader will eventually die. If there really were such a stupid tribe, it would have perished with the leader long ago! Besides, according to tribal tradition, in the event of a great cold snap when all crops fail, herds disappear, and there's absolutely nothing to eat, this is when tribes would exchange elderly. Even if it's the elderly leader, when it's time to offer their flesh and return to the Earth Mother, they have to go, whether they want to or not... Hmm?!..."

At this point, the trusted aide Wuta suddenly paused, blinking his simple eyes, which suddenly brightened.

"Ah! Boss, I have an idea! Just not sure how effective it will be, but it will certainly make a batch of Maya Warriors no longer consider their clan's Divine Descendant as gods..."

"Hmm?"

Upon hearing this, the Black Wolf abruptly turned his head, glaring sharply.

"Speak!..."

"Uhh... Boss, what I have to say probably, possibly, most likely doesn't align with the teachings of the God of Death Great Chief... Please don't chop off my head!..."

"Nonsense! Speak quickly!..."

"You must promise not to punish me first..."

"You!... Fine. Get up and stop kowtowing... I, Black Wolf Torc, promise not to punish you... Speak!"

"Ahem... Well... Boss, you often mention that eating one bite of the enemy is better than eating twenty bites of oneself; everyone should eat the enemy..."

The trusted aide Wuta cautiously rambled on a while longer before finally shrinking his neck and sharing the harsh 'wisdom' from the wilderness.

"Hmm, well... In the wilderness, we frequently face cold spells where many people from all tribes starve to death, even entire tribes perish. To survive, all tribes have developed the habit of eating the elderly. When the old leader is about to die of old age, if faced with a cold snap, they inevitably get eaten... it's not about eating by oneself, but exchanging them with other tribes for food... Once the leader is eaten, how can they be considered divine?..."

"Therefore... these long-headed Maya Divine Descendants, and these wooden-headed Maya Warriors... just deal with them this way... no matter their faithful beliefs in loyalty, they'll all crumble!... "

"Hmm!!"

Black Wolf's eyes grew fierce, suddenly gripping the bronze axe at his waist, face clouded in silence. After a moment, his wolf-like eyes narrowed dangerously, a divine death-like killing intent floating all over his body, and heavily nodding.

"Do it!..."