On the coast of the Marn tribe, an 8-pound long-barreled gun that had been polished, rusted, wiped clean, and had just been test-fired was emitting a faint blue smoke. And in the trees facing the muzzle, a burst of smoke was rising.
Dust. A tall gall tree was directly hit by a heavy stone bullet. The branches were broken and the trunk was broken, and it was broken into two pieces!
"Lord God! How powerful is this evil magic weapon?"
"Ancestors and great gods! It takes a long time to cut such a thick piece of callus wood with an axe... but it was interrupted by a single blow from Thunder's magic weapon?!"
"Ayi! The resin is flowing out! Good stuff, it can cure diseases! Take a bowl and collect it!..."
Seeing the impact of the 8-pound "heavy artillery" bombardment, the onlookers' Taino militiamen exclaimed again and again. Even the kingdom's warriors were dumbfounded and faintly showed fear. The power of this long-barreled magical weapon was obviously beyond imagination.
Several times the size of the Kingdom Tiger Crouching Cannon and the Eagle Cannon!
Several local tribesmen shouted for a while, then endured their fear and took pottery and wooden bowls to collect the resin from the broken guaiac tree.
This Caribbean specialty tree is also called "Calpus" by local tribes. The resin it produces has a strong anti-inflammatory and antibacterial effect, which can treat common injuries, infections, joint rheumatism, gastroenteritis, um, etc. among seaside tribes.
It can treat syphilis, which Native Americans are highly resistant to.
"Good! Very good! The Lord God has blessed you well! Old Turtle, the pearl fishing team you led did a great job! You have the blessing of the Lord God, some skills that are difficult for ordinary people to reach, and you are stained with the divinity of the deep sea... I will form
A specialized diving team is directly affiliated with the East China Sea Priests Group. The diving team is tentatively composed of ten people, and you will be the leader!…"
"Ah?...Eh!...Aba!..."
The young priest Xiu Maoying showed a friendly smile and made gestures to help the old turtle, which was kneeling and kowtowing and babbling, up. Due to years of diving, the old turtle's skin was rough and pale, forming special keratin, which looked like it to the touch.
Like pieces of old, whitish bark.
"Cha Bo, you have salvaged the evil magic weapon, which is also a great achievement! Whether it is pearls, gems, or fields and houses, the rewards from the temple will never be short! ...What? You want this thick and long thunder door?"
The magical weapon is placed on your ship?... Well...I can't make the decision on this. I have to let Chief Priest Tomath decide where to place this magical weapon..."
Xiu Maoying smiled and chatted with the red-haired captain Chabo for a few more words, and then looked at the silent and slightly smiling aristocratic scholar and priest apprentice Martin. He pondered for a while, patted Martin on the shoulder, and smiled.
He said with praise.
"Adin, the 'diving bell' and 'rope pulley' you designed have indeed worked wonders. I will write to the chief priest of Tomat to express your achievements! As for the reward, I see that you like pearls very much, so
I’ll reward you with two kilograms of pearls! You can ask the warriors guarding you to make them into necklaces or accessories..."
"Thank you! Generous Father Owl, brother of the great prophet!…"
Scholar Martin lowered his head, respectfully, and performed a formal courtesy. He knew that the status of this "Haitian priest" was roughly equivalent to that of a diocesan bishop in the Catholic world.
What's more important is that the bishop's "brother" is the "cardinal" of the native kingdom, a "canonized prophet" while he was still alive, an incredible man with real magical power.
"Devil's Apostle"!
Yes, in the mind of scholar Martin at this moment, the image of Shulot is the "morning star" in the Catholic faith, the devil Lucifer! Especially the title of the other party is "the god of death and rebirth" and "the morning star guarding the sun"
”, this cannot be said to be very similar to Lucifer, it can only be said to be exactly the same!…
When Martin first learned that this mysterious and powerful "devil's apostle" had predicted their arrival several years ago, he had sent hundreds of soldiers to wait on the islands in advance, and even ambushed Columbus's ship.
After the team, the extreme shock was beyond words...
First, he was trembling all over, in disbelief, unbelievable, unbelievable! Then, facing the reality of the prophecy that could not be denied and verified repeatedly, his faith in the Lord was finally completely shaken and he turned to the devil in his heart!
"Merciful Lord! His miracles have long gone, and the salvation of the Son of God is thousands of years away, heading towards the collapse before the Doomsday Judgment... And the current Holy See, and the cardinals everywhere, have lost the ancient
The divinity of the saints and even the precious virtues of the priests have all disappeared..."
"And the power of the devil envelopes the world, not only the evil southern continent, but also the endless Western Sea... A living devil's apostle who can predict has appeared in front of me once again!"
"The devil's tentacles have wrapped around me! I am just an ordinary mortal, how can I resist the infection of my soul? How can I not bow my head in the face of the powerful devil's power?..."
“Lord! It’s not that I, Martin, am not pious enough, but that the devils are too powerful. They even carved the devil’s emblem for me and fed me the devil’s potion!… From now on, I no longer believe in the Lord.
Martin, and can only be Adin who merges into the devil..."
Martin in the temple was afraid and trembling, hesitating and hesitating, and suffering. But all the struggles were in the dark smoke and holy water, under the prophecy and guidance of the devil, and in the teachings and rituals of the priests.
, gradually melted and disappeared, along with his "fallen devil" soul.
Finally, he finally opened the "Devil's Book" that Thomas gave him, read "the devil's blasphemous scriptures", read "the prophecies symbolizing the devil's power", and the last "Plague Book"... and
A month later, he walked out of the temple again, completely transformed into a priest apprentice wearing a feather crown...
At this moment, the memories of the past flashed in front of his mind, like a black veil covering the past. Scholar Martin clearly understood that he could no longer go back, neither body nor soul, nor could he go back to the world of God! And regardless of
Darkness or light, there is only one long road to the abyss for him to walk now, and that is the path of the priest of the "Devil Tribe"!
"God bless you! Ading, you know a lot, and you can also make many useful tools. Such as the 'square ruler' for measuring the angles of stars, the 'hourglass' for measuring accurate time...these 'knowledge and memories of the East China Sea' you have mastered...well
, as I said before, are you interested in taking on a few apprentices and teaching them a lesson?..."
"Ah, Huitziloppo bless you! Dear Father Cat Eagle, I am willing to dedicate myself to 'God' and teach some knowledge from the academy...but this knowledge contains a lot of mathematical calculations. Those who need to learn it must have good mathematics.
Basic skills. Or smart children of six or seven years old, start teaching them little by little when they are young... As for those strong warriors, they may be better at holding swords and bows..."
"Oh! I understand what you mean! I will write another letter and ask Marshal Black Wolf to select some good young Mayan apprentices from the Mayan land... As for here, you will first teach a group of six or seven-year-olds
children, and then select the four smartest among them to serve as your apprentices and take them with you to teach... What, you ask about gender? Well, both boys and girls will do!..."
Xiu Maoying settled the matter of Martin's teaching in a few words. Then, he looked at the shiny, thick black 8-pound cannon, and asked scholar Martin with a serious expression.
"Adin, this time one of the exploration fleets of the 'Porto Tribe' was captured by us and escaped. I don't know if it will return alive... According to your knowledge, the next batch of Porto fleets will
When will they appear? How big will they be?…"
"Father Cat Eagle, the Kingdom of Portugal has learned about the new western sea route and its connection with the East. King Joao II of Portugal has always been a man of great talent and strategy. He will never let go of the new western sea route, just like his decision to detain Columbus.
Same!"
Scholar Martin touched his shaved chin and thought carefully for a while. In fact, he had a very vague understanding of the "powerful kingdom in the lake".
He rationally felt that this should not be Sipangu, let alone India. But as for this indigenous kingdom, what kind of oriental country is it, and why does it use square characters? He had many contradictory guesses, but they lacked more information. In the end,
, he can only blame it on devil belief and the legendary "devil apostle" who "created writing".
"Father Cathawk, regardless of whether Captain Bruno can return alive or not, the second batch of exploration fleets from the Kingdom of Portugal will set sail in September and October this year!..."
"According to the habits of the Portuguese, they will continue to conduct careful reconnaissance, find out the relationship between the tribes, draw navigation maps, and then seek to establish a safe stronghold...not necessarily in this 'dangerous' archipelago waters, maybe
It will be in the safer south, southeast, or even in the southern continent of green forests..."
"Similarly, their second fleet will not have too many manpower. If Bruno does not bring back the news, there may still be two pioneer exploration ships. If Bruno returns, more ships and soldiers will be sent, such as Sanwu
A boat, one or two hundred people...but that’s the end!”
"After all, the power of the Kingdom of Portugal is limited, and it is exploring in two ways. At present, they have invested all their main naval power in the southern continent. Although they attach great importance to the new Atlantic route, they actually don't have many manpower at one time.
…”
"What deserves more vigilance should be the Kingdom of Castile! They have also heard the news about the new Atlantic route. Regardless of whether Columbus is released or not, their fleet will set off again. As for the time, it is either this autumn or next autumn.
Moreover, their second fleet will definitely be very large! There will be a third and fourth batch later!"
"Oh?! Will the Fortress tribe come in large numbers? Next autumn at the latest?"
Hearing this, Xiu Maoying was thoughtful. He thought of his brother Xiu Luote's prophecy, and indeed regarded this fortress tribe as the most dangerous enemy. Not only because these people were extremely vicious, cruel in killing, and would do anything to acquire gold wealth.
.Also because the other party comes in large numbers and all kinds of criminals and scum are packed on the ship, they will definitely bring terrible "diseases" and spread the "great plague" of death!
"Ading, are you sure?"
"I'm sure! It must be so!"
"Lord God witnesses! Why?"
"Witness Huitzilop! The Castilians will definitely come in large numbers and load bankrupt jihadist knights and mercenaries on ships in a steady stream!..."
At this moment, scholar Martin was categorical, looking at the vast sea, and speaking with the insight of an aristocratic scholar about the truth of God's world.
"Because the Kingdom of Castile is on the verge of bankruptcy and cannot support these tens of thousands of jihadists who only know how to kill people and set fires, but cannot farm and herd livestock!..."
"Instead of letting them burn, kill and loot in the hinterland of Granada they have conquered, rob the wealth of the Castilian lords, create chaos and destruction, and affect the kingdom's tax revenue..."
"It's better to let them go out to sea to explore and plunder! If they can get back the overseas wealth, they can pay back the church's debt and pay taxes to the Kingdom of Castile. If they can't get anything back, they will die in the depths of the sea.
…Then the Lord…ahem…the Lord God bless me! It will also save me a lot of trouble!”
"So, they are the hunting dogs and knives of the Kingdom of Castile. They must catch prey and kill people to survive!..."
"Hounds and knives? I see... It seems that next year's divine battle will be even bigger than this year's!..."
Xiu Maoying frowned and looked at the eastern sky. The setting sun reflected the red color of the sky, like endless blood. This blood looked far away, but it would eventually be close to him. And he, in the blood
