"Qué guarro! In the glory of the Lord, I see such ugliness and despicability. Even the dung in the pigsty and the corpse maggots in hell are purer than your tears of repentance!..."
"Aha! Come on! Chacho, Carlo, Antonio! You actually bow your head to the barbaric natives and pray to the false gods of the pagans for forgiveness... Ignorant and foolish fools, you are afraid of the natives' swords and axes, but you don't know
Are you afraid of the judgment of the Lord?! I will remember your blasphemous names, and the Lord will also remember!…”
"Do it! You have all worshiped false gods and demons, what are you afraid of now?...The Lord will know everything and judge everything! The fire of purgatory has already been lit for you!..."
On the galley, under the watchful eyes of dozens of kingdom warriors, the clerk Rodrigo knelt on the deck, his old head raised high. Next to him, the royal butler Gutierrez pursed his lips, a look on his face
Full of uneasiness, worry and fear.
Two steps away, Boatswain Chachu holds a sharp obsidian dagger, his eyes wandering. Behind him are the equally cowering goldsmith Carlo and the carpenter Antonio. They all know the identity of the scribe Rodrigo, who is a royal representative with a church background.
, so different from ordinary sailors! And if they really cut down this sword, there would probably be no place for them in the Kingdom of Castile!…
“…non solum imporum animae, verum etiam qui eorum corpora dilanient inmortales vermes…”
Rodrigo, the scribe, stretched out his right hand, with his thumb, index finger and middle finger converging into one point, and the other two fingers touching the palm of his hand, making a pious "Sign of the Cross". Then, he pointed to the three hesitations with a gesture representing the Lord.
The cowering sailor burst into disdainful laughter. He just raised his head, shouted hoarsely, and recited passages from "Isaiah" in Latin, just like a martyr who looked forward to death!
"...Their worms do not die, and their fire is unquenchable. They will be abhorrent to all flesh...Ah! Ugh!!! Ah!!..."
Blood spattered, and three fingers suddenly fell off, accompanied by uncontrollable wails of pain! Bosun Cha Chu was shaking all over, and even his legs were a little unstable. This sharp and decisive knife seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and even
The sharp obsidian dagger had gaps cut out by the finger bones. However, when he turned around, his eyes were as red as a ferocious beast, and there was no longer any hesitation or fear!
"Carlo! It's your turn!!..."
Seeing Chachu's red eyes, the goldsmith Carlo felt a chill in his heart, and caught the bloody and incomplete stone dagger. He wanted to take a step forward, but there seemed to be roots under his feet. As a goldsmith, he was not like a person without roots.
Ping-like boatswain Chachu. Not only does he have a high status on the ship, but even on the shore, he is also a respectable metal craftsman and rural contractor. In fact, such a decent profession is inherited from the family, and he is still connected with
A long list of masters, apprentices, relatives, parents, wives, and daughters. And with this knife...
“Caro!!…”
"You rotten maggots!...Ah!!!..."
The goldsmith Carlo was hunched over, his arms were shaking, and his hands were dyed red. This dragging knife was almost like a saw. But when the vague bloody finger was completely chopped off and fell to the deck, Carlo
But gradually his trembling stopped and his body straightened up.
"...gold has fallen into the fire, there is no way out...unless..."
Goldsmith Carlo bit his lips and looked at Rodrigo with cold and ferocious eyes, and then at Gutierrez who turned pale in shock and showed fear for the first time. Then he turned around and said with
The gloomy voice squeezed out of hell spoke to the last person.
"Antonio, don't cry!... Hold on to this dagger! There is only one last little finger left..."
"O Lord!... Wuwu! Dear Secretary Rodrigo, please forgive me... Wuwu! Me too... I really have no choice... I want to live! The natives are so cruel, I can't die here...
Wuwu! You...you are a saint who is going to be martyred, and I am your assistant who will be martyred...please meet the Lord and say a word for me..."
"You... you... these... cowardly and pathetic... Antipas!... John the Baptist... dedicate and surrender to... Jesus Christ and His Kingdom... ah!!!..."
Antonio, the carpenter, sobbed and feared, and cut off the last little finger. Then, his hand trembled, and the broken obsidian dagger fell to the deck, soaked with bright red warmth. He quickly took two steps back and moved away.
His tearful eyes were like he was avoiding some terrible poisonous snake. However, the blood stuck to his hands and stepped on his feet, turning him into a part of the poisonous snake. It was still the most dazzling red tongue...
"Dear, powerful, and brave Lord Sipangu! I obeyed your order and cut off the fingers of the royal representative! From now on, I am your steel knife. No matter whether you chop off a hand or a head, I can do it quickly.
Good again!…”
Boatswain Chachu put away all his ferocity and knelt respectfully at the feet of Puap, kneeling in Rodrigo's blood. He raised his hands high, holding the blood-stained sacrificial dagger, and tried his best to squeeze out the blood on his face.
Smiling in awe.
“Praise be to the Lord of Huitziloppo!…Praise be to the knights of Huitziloppo!…”
"Yes! Praise Huitziloppo! Praise the red bird!..."
"That... I praise you, the brave ancient knight Cid of Sipan!..."
"Um…"
Listening to these incomprehensible compliments, Huitu Puap touched his chin and looked at the three kneeling sailors with interest.
These demonic sailors only hesitated for a while, and without even forcing them, they decided to attack the noble tribal priest! And the priest of the demonic tribe was obviously reciting incantations and cursing these surrendering sailors, but
The sailors didn’t seem too scared either…
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A whipping dog!…”
The wise Puap thought for a while, let the three sailors kneel, and first gave instructions to his personal guard Pu Lu.
"Go! Bandage the evil priest who fainted from the pain, and use the best hemostatic herbs! ... God bless you! These sailors don't know how to use daggers. It's too rough to cut. Don't damage such an important sacrifice.
died…"
"Yes! Boss!... By the way, what should I do with the other evil nobleman?..."
"The other one? Let me think about it, let me try his quality... I have it!"
Huitu Puap narrowed his eyes, as if sizing up prey, and looked at the royal butler Gutierrez for a moment. Then, his eyes lit up and he grinned.
"Give him this finger-cutting dagger!...Tell him to either cut his own neck or cut the tribe's priest!..."
"yes!…"
"O Lord! Holy Mother! Please save me! I am your devout people... don't... be like Rodrigo..."
Gutierrez was sweating on his forehead and his eyes were wandering, avoiding the cold gaze of the native leader. He silently recited the name of the Lord in his heart and prayed more devoutly than ever before. Rodrigo's fate was...
He was greatly shocked, and it also shook what he thought was a firm belief. Of course, he didn't know that a more cruel and bloody shock was yet to come...
"Ah! You evil barbarian who deserves hell!...What are you going to do?...What? A dagger?...No! I will never betray the Lord and hurt...ah? Either scratch my neck and let me
Suicide?...Ah this?!!..."
Gutierrez exclaimed, his face changing rapidly, like a colorful palette. The native leader stared at him maliciously, the native warrior glanced at him fiercely, and the three sailors stared intently.
Holding him, Rodrigo passed out at his feet...
"Ah!...Virgin, save me! Huitziloppo..."
A moment later, under the astonished gazes of everyone, the royal butler Gutierrez suddenly shouted vaguely, and seemed to mention the name of the main god? Then, he foamed at the mouth, made a "gudong" sideways, and fell heavily.
He fell on the deck. His coma was so deep that he seemed to be inspired by the Lord and fell into an endless dream. No matter how hard Putu, the bodyguard, slapped him repeatedly, he could not bring him back.
He woke up from a deep sleep with his eyes closed.
"Huh?...Why did you faint?!..."
Huitu Puap opened his eyes wide in astonishment and looked at the unconscious Gutierrez. For a moment, he couldn't tell what kind of emergency the other party had. After a while, he didn't bother to think more and just sneered disdainfully.
"Haha! What a rat fish thing! He looks like a noble warrior, but he is less courageous than an armadillo... He foamed at the mouth and fainted when he was frightened... Oh! What kind of fishy smell? He was so scared that he peed?... Oh!
!…”
"Damn it! Take him down, take him down!! What a bad luck... If such a cowardly evil nobleman is so scared that he pees when he is sent to the altar, wouldn't that make the Lord God angry?... Damn it!"
Huitu Puap frowned and completely lost interest in continuing. He stood up, walked to the kneeling boatswain Chachu, and nodded with satisfaction. Then, he stretched out his big, thick hand and shook it hard.
Qia Chu's hair is like His Majesty holding his hair.
"Very good! You are a man-eating wolf, the most capable, fierce, and warrior-like among the evil captives! You deserve to be called Agou..."
"From now on, just follow me!... The Lord God is generous! As long as you believe in the Lord God sincerely and make great achievements in killing evil spirits... you will have lands and titles!..."
"Go, Agou! Teach the Taíno sailors how to sail and sail these two big ships back! ... That will be your first achievement! ..."
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