The stars over the Caribbean Sea were like countless "evil" eyes, watching the screaming and blood-soaked tidal flats. Bonfires swayed and burned across the flats, illuminating the one hundred and sixty armored Kingdom Warriors standing guard around the perimeter. On their faces were a warrior's devout fervor, a barbarian soldier's excited curiosity, and the Taino people's delight in revenge.
And in the center of their encirclement were fifty-two unarmed Holy Roman Empire Mercenaries, terrified and prostrate, being forcibly converted to the "devil," the Main God. Mercenary Captain Reinhardt was pinned down hard by Warrior Captain Copilli, kneeling before the sacrificial corpse and the burning Sacred Fire, his whole body trembling like chaff in a sieve.
As a Holy Roman Empire Mercenary Captain, he had fought again and again on the battlefields of Europe, passed through life and death, and faced the charges of Italian knights and Moor cavalry! Those cruel trials of life and death had never once made him afraid! But now, on this mysterious eastern island, a Castilian nobleman was being used as a sacrifice to summon a "hell devil." Then a fallen European nobleman was conducting an "evil" contract and conversion rite, and it filled him with terror from the depths of his soul! Because at this moment, what he felt was not the pain of the blade carving across his forehead, but the bone-deep despair of his soul being invaded by a devil, defiled by an evil ritual!
"No! Spare me! Please. Plea—mmph!~"
"O du Fürst der Schatten,o groer Vitzilopochtli, Dmonenknig im roten Reich! Hre das Flüstern meines Blutes!"
"Ah, King of Shadows! Ah, great Huitzilopochtli, Demon King of the Red Earth! Hear the whisper of my blood!"
Priest Ah Ding's expression was frenzied as he roared aloud with a savage face. First, he prayed in