"Praise the Main God! He guides the road after our deaths and grants us divine power that can shatter all before it! In the sacred Eastern Expedition, give your lives for the Main God!"
The War Priests' fanatical prayers rang out before the loose formation of the Javelin Vanguards, symbolizing the will of the god and the king. Over a hundred vanguard warriors wore solemn expressions, lifting their heads toward the dark clouds in the sky as they prayed together in devout unison.
"Praise the Main God! Give your lives for the Main God!"
Then, Divine Power Spheres were taken one after another from the wooden chests and hugged tightly in the vanguard warriors' arms, as if they were cradling a god's blessing. The War Priests' voices rose high as they shouted themselves hoarse.
"Light them! Give your lives for the Main God! Fight for the king!"
"Give your lives for the Main God! Fight for the king!"
The vanguard warriors' faces showed their resolve to die as they shouted fanatically at the top of their lungs. Only the most devout warriors could receive the honor of using the Divine Power Spheres. Their voices rang into the clouds, clear and audible even on a battlefield of booming cannon fire, flying arrows, and endless slaughter.
"Hm? What is that?"
Cloud Snake Hunter Tevit stood on the eastern wall, looking toward the direction the shouts came from.
He saw more than a hundred Mexica Warriors in an extremely loose formation lining up two hundred paces from the wall. Behind them was a second group of warriors of the same number. In front of them were more than twenty War Priests leading the prayers. And in their arms, each of them held a fairly heavy ceramic sphere. After the priests finished praying, they