Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!-Chapter 1685 - 1200: Chief Divine Grand Sacrifice, Offering the White-skinned Demons!

Seeing this bloody sacrifice scene, witnessing this unequivocal Evil God ritual, the Church scholar and scribe, Rodrigo's eyes turned red, his whole body trembling as he roared in anger. He raised his remaining left fingers to form a devout 'Sign of the Cross', pointing at the blood-stained High Priest Tomate, and cursed frantically.

"You! Priest of the Evil God! You will fall into the endless Hell of Fire, eternally burned by the scorching fire! Your soul will fall into the hands of the demon, forever in painful wailing!..."

"Chief Divine bears witness! Place him on the Sacrificial Stone! Prepare...the Blood Wine for the surrendered captives..."

Facing Rodrigo's curse, High Priest Tomate remained calm, showing no signs of fluctuation, only devout conviction. His calm gaze met Rodrigo's, and the enraged Church scholar paused, then realized his fate.

"Merciful Almighty! I... I am going to die... sacrificed by the natives' Evil God priest, in the demon's ritual!..."

Rodrigo was pinned on the Sacrificial Stone, struggled frantically for several moments, then suddenly stopped. At this moment, he looked at the azure Caribbean Sea sky, recalling the equally clear Rome. Yet Rome, where the Holy See resides, has a sky so sacred and bright, like it's floating with the light of the Lord. Here, however, the sun is so evilly blinding, even carrying the bloody aura of a demon!

"Almighty! I, Rodrigo de Escovedo, will be the first Church member to die in the East! ... Ah! After I die, my name will surely be on the sacred roll of the Roman Church! ... My pure and radiant soul will ascend to the bright and beautiful Heaven. This evil-shrouded Eastern Islands will surely be purified by the judgment of the Lord, sending all heathens to wail in the scorching fire!..."

Rodrigo chanted loudly, using the most devout Latin language, shouting his name. At this moment, Royal Family's steward Gutierrez was full of tears, kneeling in guilt in the corner of the Temple. And the seven fortunate surrendered sailors and craftsmen were even more terrified, trembling all over, witnessing this horrifying sacrifice scene, where even the esteemed Royal Family representative must face death by evisceration!

"Oh Almighty of Vizilopo! Terrible! Terrible! Truly terrible Xipangu Natives!..."

"Holy Mother! The Royal Family representative Rodrigo died just like that, right before our eyes... Can we still return to the Kingdom?..."

"Ah! How could these Natives be so barbaric, so cruel!... Demons, they are like demons, just like those terrifying Ottoman people of the East!..."

"Jorder! All of you, shut up! Look at your foreheads, all marked with the Chief Divine's emblem and bound by witchcraft's Blood Oath... The Church's Tribunal won't spare you? How could Xipangu's witchcraft spare you?!... So, we have no retreat! We can only stay here and serve the Xipangu bishop! ... Huh! Mighty Xipangu bishop, go on, kill him, kill Rodrigo!..."

However, atop the high Divine Platform, High Priest Tomate was in no rush to act. According to the Alliance's tradition, he waited calmly and patiently. He was waiting for this noble priest of the evil demon, the last and most important Chief Divine sacrifice, to finish reciting all the 'deathbed poetry'. Afterwards, he seemed to understand the other's words, or perhaps he grasped something from the other's expression.

"Priest of the Evil Demon, you recited very devout poetry! I see that you do not fear death... but remember! This is our land, belonging to our Divine Spirits! And you are merely invading fiends, dying of greed and cruelty, dying from the revenge of lost souls... Chief Divine bears witness to everything! Today, I sacrifice you here, your soul will not be guided by the Evil God, but will fall into the abyss of endless icy wind!..."

High Priest Tomate began to speak slowly, but his voice grew louder and more resonant! At this moment, he seemed to hear a call from another dimension, the wailing of millions of Taino lost souls. At this moment, he raised the blood-stained dagger high, straightening the spine on his back, as if hearing the most unwilling cry coming from the high sky, from the Chief Divine's sun, carrying his uncomprehended yet empathized proclamation!

"Chief Divine bears witness to everything! Let the spine broken by the colonists rise anew in the sacrifice of blood and fire! Let our yellow-skinned descendants in the future commemorate your death! Rather than on our land, where the descendants of white-skinned robbers erect monuments, falsely commemorating us, commemorating the native people exterminated by robbers!!..."

"Kill!!!..." 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

"Ah!!..."

Blood splattered, crimson fell. Divine Smoke rose to the sky, souls plunged into the abyss. And an unwilling head rolled down the Divine Platform, with the cheer of the lost souls and the living together!

And this, is only the beginning of the bloodshed. When the tribes of America unite, when the long Divine War unfolds, the endless blood and corpses will spread between the sea and land, burying millions of deaths!

And this time, everything has changed. Regardless of yellow skin or white skin, no one wins easily, even the sacred remains silent!