"Lord, hurry, brace spears! Brace spears! Hold them back! Hold them back!"
"For the Main God! Hack the demons to death!!"
"Kill! Kill!!"
The sea wind blew through the narrow bay of slaughter, acrid gunpowder smoke mingling with the thick stench of blood, frenzied shouts carrying the clash of chopping armor. Castilian captain Sancho retreated to the sterncastle of the medium Caravel, looked at the brutal battle before him, and prayed in despair.
"Merciful Holy Mother! I beg you! Save me... save your devout people!..."
From greed several days before, to wild joy half a day before, to the brutal slaughter of this moment... fate was like a pair of teasing hands, tossing everyone's souls up and letting them fall. And under the collision of different faiths, which deity truly ruled this unfathomable fate? Perhaps only the Death God, who harvested all things!...
Bang! Bang!
"Main God! The demons' hides are too thick... urgh! Hhh..."
"The power of the Lord! Kill the devils!"
Both sides fought for their lives on the ship's deck; everywhere were bloodstains, corpses, and slaughter. The dozen-odd Kingdom Warriors from the first Longship were the first to climb onto the deck, using their swinging Bronze axes to hack to death seven or eight Sailors wielding Scimitars. However, nearly twenty Holy Roman Empire Mercenaries had already braced their Spears and stabbed forward in unison across the deck. The warriors hurled out their battle-axes with all their might, knocking down two or three Cuirass-wearing mercenaries. Then the keen steel points thrust in, piercing through the warriors' armor and bringing out great gouts of blood!
"Fight for the god! Die for the god! Ah!..."
"Main God, onward to the Divine Kingdom!..."
The first batch of Kingdom Warriors to board suffered heavy losses and were nearly forced to jump into