Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

In May, the Caribbean Sea was like a capricious wild god, casually revealing its wild side. Gale winds howling across the sky; dark clouds piling up, pressing down on the sea; thunderclaps blasting, falling amongst the ships; the waves rising as if they were mountains! This all-encompassing storm was the wild god's free dance, never caring about the life and death or survival of mortals.

However, when the Supreme Main God displayed its majesty and extended an invisible hand to take away the gloomy cover of the sky, the wild god bowed its head in recognition of its mistake. The all-encompassing storm dissipated in an instant! In just a few quarters, the brilliant sunlight descended from the azure sky, reflecting sparkling waves on the calm sea and illuminating the colorful shells on the beach.

"Ah, this damned old sky, really blind! Just a moment ago it was pitch black, like the abyss underground, and now it opens up bright and clear, making it seem like a Divine Kingdom... Ha! This is treating the fleet as toys, tossing them around in the sea for fun, you really are blind!..."

Old Militia Chiwaco widened his eyes, watching the clouds disperse and a clear sky emerge, unable to close his mouth in shock. Moments later, he looked up at the sky and cursed loudly, venting the fear accumulated for a long time during the terrifying storm.

"You blind fool! You bastard! Tossing us back and forth! You've worn out all my anger and strength! You really are blind!..."

"Ah! Praise the Chief Divine, He watches over us and we have endured His test! He generously bestows light upon us, guiding us, witnessing the glory of Divine Revelation!"

A dozen steps away, Chief God Priest Tomate knelt on the ground, kissing the Sun Amulet in his hands. A few breaths later, he lifted his head, closed his eyes, and prayed to the sun in the sky, tears of excitement welling up.

Not far behind Priest Tomate, a group of praying Samurai and sailors also knelt. Huitu Puap was kneeling at the front, utterly exhausted, half-collapsed on the sand like corn pecked by birds. After a long while, he lowered his head, closing his eyes while silently praying with devotion.

"Chief Divine, protect me, allowing me to survive the wicked storm! Three Gods shield me, setting me free from the final resentment of the Divine Eagle! Old Prophet, save me, provide a way to dispel the curse, escape the destined-to-die abyss! Ah! I, Huitu Puap, am truly a good person blessed by the gods!"

"...Whew, praise you, Chief Divine! Please forgive me, allow me to return home safely..."

Seeing everyone praying, old Militia Chiwaco sighed, halted his cursing, and uttered a prayer himself. Around the longship, guide Kuba lay on the ground, kissing the solid homeland beneath him. Meanwhile, Mayan merchant Tikalo, his face pale, closed his eyes, continuously reminiscing about the memories of his first sea voyage. As for Dark Snake and Didi, they lay wearily at the stern of the ship, dipping their fingers into a jar of honey, then sucking their fingers while blankly gazing at the sun.

After a long while, everyone in the fleet vented their feelings in different ways. Only then did they calm down and began tallying the losses of the fleet.

"We still have one, two, three, four...four ships. Each ship originally had more than sixty people, but now there's about a tenth fewer. Altogether, the fleet has about two hundred and twenty people remaining!"

Upon hearing Priest Mekate's tally result, old Militia Chiwaco took a deep breath, feeling a headache.

"Only four ships left, and two hundred and twenty people?"

Eight days ago, when the exploration fleet set off from Ekab Port, there were seven longships and more than four hundred and twenty people in the grand team. During the first seven days of sailing, they sailed eastward smoothly. Until today, when a sudden storm swept over, almost devouring the entire fleet within just half a day's time!

Mayan merchant Tikalo stood beside, waiting alongside Kuba for Chiwaco's inquiry. He touched his divinely long bald head, pondered slightly, then sincerely spoke to comfort him.

"Respected Captain Chiwaco! The storm just now mostly blew a west wind almost the entire time. As long as the fleet hoists the sails and uses the wind to travel east, they won't be lost at sea. After all, to the east of our fleet, there's not only the nearby Scale Great Island but also the Cuba Snake Island stretching over two thousand miles! The three longships that got lost will surely be intercepted by Cuba Snake Island and stranded somewhere... Chief Divine bless the fleet!"

"Yes. Chief Divine bless them!"

Old Militia Chiwaco pursed his lips, with a serious expression, nodded. He thought for a while before looking at Mekate, softly asking.

"How much food is left on board?...Shh! Keep it down, don't let the crew hear just yet."

"Captain, the waves were large during the storm, parts of the supplies on the ships were lost, and others were soaked by the tide... Hmm, the food that can be eaten now can only last four to five days."

Priest Mekate lowered his voice and answered cautiously. Hearing this, Chiwaco furrowed his brow, thought for a moment, and then looked towards Tikalo and Kuba beside him.

"You say, what's to the east of this barren island, what Scale Great Island is it? Are there any tribes or villages on the island, can we trade for some food?"

"Yes, Scale Great Island! Kuba says this barren island is oriented north to south, and we should be in the southeastern part of the island chain. Scale Great Island is just not far to the east, at the nearest twenty or thirty miles, no more than a hundred miles away at the farthest. And from Scale Island heading north, if you go no more than two hundred miles, you'll surely reach Cuba Snake Island."

Mayan merchant Tikalo sincerely relayed the guide's words.

"Actually, Scale Great Island is transformed from the scales of the Feathered Serpent Divine, each side connected to a tail feather of the Feathered Serpent Divine. The island chain beneath our feet is the western tail feather submerged in water. And to the east of Scale Great Island, there is another island chain of the east tail feather. The two island chains created by the tail feathers, plus the great island transformed from a scale, precisely cradle the tail of the Feathered Serpent Divine, connecting to the two western ends of Cuba Snake Island... In other words, the island chain beneath our feet is part of the extension of Cuba Snake Island!"