Bang!
A violent crash rang out across the seven longboats in succession, accompanied by the ear-piercing crack of splintering planks, leaving everyone dizzy and reeling.
The warriors on both sides froze for several breaths before they slightly came back to themselves from the savage collision. Then, all around the longboats, boiling shouts of slaughter suddenly erupted.
"The Rain God is roaring!"
"The Main God is supreme!"
"Kill! Kill them! Roar!"
"Give ourselves to the god!"
The Mixtec warriors roared, gripping Stone Spears as they clutched the low gunwales of the longboats and leapt aboard. The Purepecha Warriors' faces were cold and harsh as they screamed and thrust out their long spears. Fighting on the boats, few on either side wore armor. They clashed head-on; spearpoints sank into chests, spearheads pierced throats, and life and death were decided in an instant!
"Thrust! Hit!"
The old Militia half-crouched, narrowed his eyes, and stabbed his Copper Spear out fiercely, driving it into a tribal warrior's thigh. The warrior was in the middle of swinging his weapon when his leg abruptly lost strength and his body staggered. A bloodstained Copper Axe immediately swept across his neck, drawing out a spray of bloody mist.
"Hiss-crack!"
Blood gushed like a mountain spring, splattering over the narrow deck. The Purepecha Warrior who had killed the enemy was just about to offer thanks, but the old Militia had already quietly slipped farther away. Hunched over, he fixed on another pair of bare feet and thrust out another spear.
"Kill!"
Puapu's expression was fierce as he swung his Copper Axe and hacked hard into the shoulder of a Mixtec warrior. The blow was truly too vicious, biting too deep into flesh; the other man gave a muffled groan, then fell onto the deck, bones and Copper Axe together. Puapu's