Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

Kanu Marx's eyes lit up with delight, his breathing became heavier. He tentatively waved his hand, and two trusted aides came forward to take away two bags of Lake Gems. Then, he looked at Priest Tomate, who smiled without interruption and spoke gently.

"Brother Kanu Marx, these gems are gifts from the War God, take them as you please! You just need to listen to me speak of the Chief Divine's prophecy at the end!"

"Praise the generous War God! Haha, Priest Tomate, your Highland Tribe is truly devout and generous!"

Kanu Marx laughed heartily. With a wave of his large hand, the aides rushed forward to grab the gems on the ground. Seeing this scene, the Divine Descendants from behind lost their patience and rushed with their aides to snatch the gems. Soon, the beach was filled with noise and chaos, with even fists and feet flying.

Priest Tomate watched calmly, evaluating the Canul Lineage's Divine Descendants, gradually forming some thoughts.

Though these Divine Descendants of the City-State are from the same clan, they belong to no one, none submit to anyone. Kanu Marx, despite his high status, lacks the ability to make the various divisions yield their gems to him. The final allocation depends on who brings more warriors, who gets more gems.

From this small example, the Canul Lineage's army must be composed of warriors from various city-states, obeying different leaders. Even if there is a so-called Council of Elders resolution, it is difficult to form a unified force.

"Orders come from multiple sources, the interests of each division differ. The combat power of the Canul army should be inferior to the City State Army of the Alliance. However, when the Clan warriors fight, they always pay attention to restraint, not using weapons to cause unnecessary casualties, showing the overall concept of the clan, which the warriors understand... Such an army, if not going out of the territory to attack, merely defending homeland, can still cope."

Priest Tomate pondered for a long time until the Canul Divine Descendants were red in the face and finally allocated the gems. Only then did he smile and, within the shooting range of the fleet's bows, spoke loudly.

"Respected Canul Divine Descendants! The supreme War God has gifted you gems through my hands. He also tells you the prophecy of the Eastern Sea through my mouth! Within ten years, pale-skinned evil demons will come across the sea on tall-masted large ships. Their faces wear deceitful kindness, their eyes are greedy for gold and silver, and their hands commit cruel slaughter, bringing terrible plague and death!"

The sea breeze gently blew from the western side of the peninsula to the nearby North Coast. As evening fell, the Canul Divine Descendants on the beach listened for a long time, glancing at each other, all with widened eyes. Kanu Marx was shocked and muttered in disbelief.

"Within ten years? Pale-skinned evil demons... will they really come?"

"War God bears witness! They are destined to return! Brothers from the Toltec of the lowlands, you must remain vigilant, do not be deceived by their forward teams!"

Priest Tomate's expression turned solemn as he nodded emphatically. As he spoke, he skillfully distributed a "Book of Ama Colley" and gifted a pure silver Sun Hummingbird Talisman to each Divine Descendant. Then, Priest Tomate wasted no time and took advantage of their moment of distraction, swiftly jumped onto a small boat, racing towards the longship.

"Ah?! Brother Tomate! Come back quickly, don't be in such a hurry to leave, take a rest in the Salt Village!"

Kanu Marx came to his senses, clenched his Divine Staff, and called out urgently. His eyes flashed with complexity, a hundred thoughts passed through his mind, waiting for someone to stay and execute them. The other Divine Descendants exchanged a glance and also sincerely called out to retain him.

"Indeed! Come back, brother from the Highlands!..."

"No need! Brother Kanu Marx, remember the prophecy of the Chief Divine! The Warriors of the Kingdom will continue to come from the Western Highland, reaching the frontline of the Eastern Sea Snake Island!... War God bears witness, we will meet again!"

The loud words echoed back and forth between the longship and the shore, full of sincerity and reluctance. Both sides were moved to tears, gazing across the coast, donning armor, raising weapons, and bidding farewell reluctantly. The encounter was so short, leaving only a wonderful half-day, even hastily departing before snatching gems.

"... Truly cunning Highland Tribes! They are even more cunning than the snake-like Xi Wu Family!"

Kanu Marx looked at the departing fleet by the sea, muttering angrily. Meanwhile, a sudden commotion sounded again in the Salt Village to the East, as another City-State team rushed late. The clan city-states had all been informed of the fleet's news, just dragging on for half a day will ensure at least two thousand City-State Warriors will arrive. As for now...

"Go! Quickly go! They have arrived late, got nothing, surely will entangle with those who arrived earlier!"

Canul Marx turned around, glanced at the few hundred warriors just appearing and eagerly rushing from the East. Without hesitation, he immediately made a decision.

"Secure the gems, we leave immediately! Also, send someone to tell them about the prophecy of the pale skin... to stall for time!"

The wide sea, deep night. The Kingdom Fleet, unable to replenish, set out again. The ship's food and water urgently need restocking, and the next supply point is 250 miles away, at Tail Feather Clan's Tail Village.