"Holy Mother, Lord! They're all dead? All dead!"
"Damn it! This one, this one... looks like Captain Sancho's head! And the Crusader Veterans!"
"!!..."
Four large ships of the Castilian Expeditionary Force, laden with two hundred sailors and soldiers, lay anchored at the mouth of the fjord, guarding against any possible enemy. Meanwhile, a nimble Caravel carried the officers and noble captains to the deepest part of the fjord.
After that, the group climbed the conspicuous hillside and saw the horrifying, blood-soaked altar. Dark red pooled on the altar, then slowly seeped out, staining the small hilltop crimson. And those rotting heads with eyes still open were the manifestation of evil and terror's devils in the mortal world!
"Ah!! This!... This has to be a devil's ritual! A ritual that profanes the soul!"
"It's an evil devil! Lord protect us! Lord protect us! Begone, devil!"
Over the past few months, the Castilians' officers and captains had already killed so many Taino tribes, but they had never felt the slightest unease. They would only roar with laughter and take none of it to heart. After all, how could these Natives, with no martial strength and no threat at all, count as people?
Yet at this very moment, when they saw the deaths of their own kind of scum, when they saw this Jingguan raised as a warning and display of force, every hair on their bodies instantly stood on end! For the first time, fear was born in their hearts—the fear of being killed by Natives! They argued in terror and unease, utterly unable to understand how this had happened.
"Carajo! How is this possible?! Three tribute ships, more than a hundred and twenty men, half of them elite Cuirass soldiers! What kind of native tribe could swallow them all in