Aztec Eternals Chapter 738

The sun is setting, and the battlefield has been cleaned. The sky reflects the magnificent red clouds, while the coast is floating with pale red waves of blood. The kingdom's fleet berthed at the shore, and the brigade of kingdom warriors went ashore in armor and poured into the villages of the Red Earth Department. The tribal people in the village greeted with cheers, and everyone had joyful smiles on their faces. And the two Taino chiefs also returned with the obvious emblem of the main **** on their foreheads. They looked a little gloomy, but they forced a smile and didn't say anything.

The dinner of the Red Earth Department that night was grand and enthusiastic, and there were no surprises. Kingdom warriors and Taino villagers sang and danced. After eating and drinking, many women who admired the warriors offered to throw themselves into their arms.

Priest Tomat smiled all over his face, pulled the two dumb chiefs, and solemnly declared to the tribesmen!

"The Lord God sent down divine power, let us win the battle against the Siguayu people! And the two revered chiefs have converted to the Lord God and put themselves in the arms of the Lord God!... From now on, the mighty and mighty Lord God will be them The supreme and only faith protects the entire tribe from the raiders of Siguayu!"

Hearing this, the warriors and sailors of the Kingdom took the lead in cheering and celebrating. Ordinary Burakumin were a little surprised, but soon celebrated. Only the elders and leaders of the tribe were a little puzzled and stepped forward to ask.

The two Taino chiefs looked downcast, but nodded in acknowledgment.

"In order to repay the kindness of the rescue, we have made an oath of soul to enshrine the main **** of the Longship tribe... The Longship tribe promised to protect us and will also train our militia for us to guard against Siguayu raiders! … "

Hearing such a promise, the leaders of the Red Earth Department all looked at each other in blank dismay, speechless. During the day, the ferocity and combat prowess of the longboat warriors were seen by everyone and deeply imprinted in their minds. In front of these armored and axe-wielding warriors, the "fierce" Siguayu warriors are like children in front of adults, they are indeed vulnerable. And the Taino militiamen who are afraid of the Siguayu people may only be regarded as babies in front of the longboat warriors.

This night, the warriors of the kingdom were happy and happy, busy "converting" the young woman. And the priests of the kingdom looked solemn, and felt more at ease in their hearts!

Because, with the respected chiefs taking the lead and a strong display of force, they converted five or six tribal leaders with higher status and more than a dozen tribal hunters who are good at shooting and hunting in just this night!

"Phew! This is a top-down preaching... Once you convert to the leader of the upper class, the next progress will indeed be like a mountain torrent, and the speed is unstoppable!"

Priest Tomat turned his sore wrist, his face remained calm, but his heart was extremely refreshed. He looked at the twenty or so respectful Taino believers in front of him, and the sun hummingbirds spreading their wings on their foreheads, as if he saw the endless glory of the main god, covering the future of the entire Cuban island!

Of course, Priest Tomat knew in his heart that most of the newly converted upper-level tribes were grateful for the rescue of the fleet, or shallow believers who were shocked by force, or even speculative hypocrites. They only know the name of the main **** and fear the mighty power of the main god. In fact, there are various gods in their hearts, and they don't have any firm hearts.

Next, they will go one step further and become true believers only if they sincerely respect the Lord God from the bottom of their hearts. True believers are the main body of believers and have the largest number. Most of the nobles and businessmen in the kingdom have mixed thoughts and deep desires, and they can only stay at the stage of true believers, or maybe even not.

A true believer is a true believer who has no doubts about the Lord God, does not have any thoughts of questioning, and is sincere and faithful. In the Mexica Alliance and the Kingdom of the Lake, honesty is already the highest requirement for most people. The warriors of the Kingdom of the fleet, who can be carefully selected to participate in the voyage of thousands of miles, are mostly at this level.

And going further up, only a few pure and firm believers, or fanatical converts who have experienced the collapse of old beliefs and completely reshaped their cognition, can become fanatics. Fanatics already regard the gods as the only ones, and they can truly sacrifice their lives for the gods!

Among the Mexica warriors in the kingdom, the proportion of fanatics is actually very small. On the contrary, there are many fanatics among the Prepecha warriors who have experienced the collapse of the Tarasco Kingdom and abandoned the belief in the three gods. There are a large proportion of fanatics in the God's Blessing Legion composed of Otomi warriors and the Vanguard Throwing Battalion composed of Terkos warriors who surrendered after the tribe's demise.

"Your Highness has shown the divine power of the **** of death. He has subdued so many Tlaxcalans whose tribes perished, and he should be able to gain a large number of fanatics. Well... if you let the 'Heart of the Gods' hot air balloon fly a few more times, show Miracles, the level of devotion of the believers will suddenly increase a lot!"

The night is boundless, singing and dancing happily. Priest Tomat looked at the simple and joyful Taino villagers with a smile on his face, thinking for a long time. These simple and ordinary tribal people have pure minds and are simple and natural. As long as they are patiently educated, the proportion of them becoming faithful believers and fanatics must be much higher than that of the tribes on the Mexican Plateau!

"False believers, superficial believers, true believers, honest believers, fanatics... and further up, there are saints canonized by the High Priests of the Alliance! The rank of saints is no longer determined by pure belief, but by Showed enough ability to make an amazing contribution to the Lord God..."

Thinking of this, Priest Tomat's heart was a little overwhelmed, and it was difficult to hide the desire in his heart.

"The only two saints who have been canonized right now are the Immortal Elder who founded the divine religion and has outstanding prestige, and the high priest Shutel who personally established the religious law and presided over the religious reform. Shuluo, who has received divine inspiration and can prophesy His Royal Highness, will definitely book the position of the saints in advance..."

"And if I can spread the belief of the Lord God in Cuba, and resist the white-skinned evil that invaded in the prophecy...then, the revered saint... Ah! May the Lord God bless you!"

Priest Tomat murmured a prayer, and the fiery look in his eyes seemed to be able to burn the person looking at him.

Chihuaco, an old militiaman, shrunk his neck and lowered his head to avoid such eye-catching eyes. He was silent for a moment, exhaled, and stopped paying attention to Priest Tomat who was in a state of frenzy, but looked at Huitu Puap who was holding a Taino woman and drinking and having fun.

"Come, come! Finish this cup! After drinking, all four of you, go with me to the hut next to you!...Haha! I am Puap, but the strongest warrior on the longboat! Yes! You guys Four, I want them all tonight!..."

"Hoo hoo! After this battle is over, I'm going back to the voyage. Before I leave, I have to have a good time! It's a pity that the fleet is sailing far and cannot bring women. Tall beauties like you, wait for me Back in the kingdom, I'm afraid we'll never meet again!”

"Tsk tsk! It's really watery, and this is too enthusiastic! Follow me into the house! I can't be like some old men who only have a teapot without a mouth, and there is no water in the pot..."

"Ahem! Damn it! You **** Huitu!"

Hearing this, Chivako's face darkened, and he cursed angrily in his heart.

"You're about the same height as me! If these Taino women stand up, you might be able to reach them on tiptoe, but you won't be able to reach them!..."

Strange to say, although the Taino people are docile, they are extremely tall, generally a head taller than the other tribes on the plateau. According to the Mayan merchant Tikalo, there are also tall giants on the southern continent, generally as tall as the spears of the kingdom's warriors. You know, according to the new standard of the kingdom, a spear is more than two meters long.

"The wilderness people in the north, the plateau people in the alliance, the Mayans in the lowlands, and the Taino people on the island, and the giants in the south according to rumors... so many tribes with different shapes, different personalities, languages and beliefs. ...Could it be true that they all belonged to the same glue-man ancestor as the scriptures say?"

Thinking of the experience of the two voyage explorations, some deep doubts flashed in the mind of the old militiaman Chihuaco. Although he has never been to school and is illiterate, he has a clear heart and has seen many things. In his heart, there is a spontaneous and simple dialectical thinking, dialectically thinking about everything in the world. only...

The old militiaman Chivako turned his head, took another look at Priest Tomat who was fanatical and focused on preaching, and then tightened his mouth. He knew that most of the crew were different from him. It is the power of faith that people can travel thousands of miles to come here. He can think of some ideas, but he can never say them.

"Praise the Lord God! She protects you, protects us, and protects the tribes and villages who have converted!"

The stars are shining and the bonfires are burning. Priest Tomat lowered his dagger and carved another hummingbird. Then, devoutly and solemnly, he comforted the converted hunter.

"Hunter Chisnail, as long as you devoutly believe in the Lord God, your fighting skills will improve day by day! Your courage, your strength, and your wisdom will all be blessed by the gods and gradually grow...In the end, you will be like a king. Like the samurai, brave and strong!"

"Praise...the Lord God!...Praise...Vizilopochtli!"

The newly converted Taino hunter Chisnail stuttered, read the name of the main god, prayed a few words, and left with an excited face.

Priest Tomat smiled, touched his chin, and fell silent. He didn't deceive the other party either. All the hunters and militiamen who performed rituals and converted to the Lord God would receive systematic training from the kingdom's warriors and then participate in small-scale battles. After completing this complete set of procedures, it is inevitable to obtain promotion.

"Well, taking advantage of this wave of power in the kingdom, we need to recruit some smart Taino teenagers! Teach the characters of the kingdom, explain the scriptures of the main god, learn the rituals of prayer, and serve as apprentices to the local priests. As long as these apprentices are cultivated into Priest, the foundation of the kingdom on the island of Cuba will be completely stabilized!..."

Thinking of this~www.mtlnovel.com~ Priest Tomat was excited and his blood was boiling. The situation on the island of Cuba will be opened up at once, and the kingdom's fleet will be able to accomplish a lot here! And the biggest hero among them, besides himself, is the old militiaman Chihuaco...

Priest Tomat raised his head and clenched his fists in his chest. Not far away, he was staring at Chivako in ecstasy, smiling and nodding.

"Praise the Lord God! Praise you, Captain Chivako, you are an outstanding believer in the Lord God!..."

Among the celebrating crowd, the old militiaman Chivaco was startled. He stood there for a few breaths, and bowed his head respectfully in return.

"Praise... the Lord God! Priest Tomat, you are a fearless whale in the sea, leading the fleet forward!..."

"Hahaha!..."

"Ha ha!..."

Hearty laughter resounded in the villages of Hongtubu, reflecting the night of stars and moon. This is the greeting of the pious and the justifier, before farewell and departure.

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