Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

Thinking of this, the young Divine Descendant felt invigorated. After a brief thought, he issued another command.

"Quickly! Bring the head of Prince Xi Wu of Xiutur! We don't need the Navarre people, just bring it back to the tribes to boost everyone's morale! After so many years, the tribes desperately need some good news!..."

"Heavenly Serpent Divine protect us! At your command, honorable Sun!"

"No, it's the Chief Divine's protection!"

Ti'aj Kin sternly corrected. The Heavenly Serpent Divine cannot bring power, so they worship a stronger Chief Divine. Only with enough power can they seek revenge, and reclaim the land of their ancestors, no matter the cost!

"Very well! Chief Divine's blessing!"

Priest Tomate nodded satisfyingly. Ti'aj Kin's words were repeated in his accent, using the Navajo language. He pondered for a moment, then asked Puap to bring a set of copper armor and a scripture to give to Ti'aj Kin. This was the first Mayan Chieftain and Priest who converted to the Chief Divine, a precious ember, not to be easily lost.

"Ti'aj Kin! Wear this! It's the Chief Divine's blessing, it will protect you, standing firm on the battlefield!"

Ti'aj Kin accepted the copper armor with doubt, touched it with his hand, then stabbed it with a dagger, and his face quickly showed ecstasy. He bowed his head, sincerely praying to Priest Tomate and the powerful Chief Divine.

"Praise the Chief Divine Huitzilopochtli! He is supreme, ruling over all things, omnipotent!"

"Good! Very good!"

Priest Tomate reached out, gently rubbed Ti'aj Kin's divine head, and spoke the final blessing.

"The Chief Divine will bless you, pious one! Under the Chief Divine's radiance, under your leadership, the Kokom Family will rise again, in the name of the Divine!"

The longship raised its sails, the fleet was ready, and was about to set sail again under the moonlight. Mayan merchant Tikalo looked toward the shore, watching his nephew Ti'aj Kin gradually go far, his heart suddenly twisted. He came to the edge of the ship and shouted toward the shore.

"Akin! Xiutur is dead, next, Xiupan will go mad! Remember, lead the tribe to migrate again, migrating to the heartland of the Kapoor Clan! Do not confront the Xiu Family directly!... Do you hear me?"

Tikalo's shout echoed by the sea, falling into the ears of the Mayapan warriors. Everyone looked up together, watching the solitary Divine Descendant leave on the Navarre people's large ship, as if a sacrifice offered to the Divine. Ti'aj Kin stared blankly, nodded dazedly, his eyes inexplicably moistening.

"Uncle... I understand..."

His nephew Ti'aj Kin's voice was very small, but Tikalo seemed to hear it. He stood at the edge of the ship, a smile rising at the corners of his mouth, watching the tribe fade from his eyes, becoming just him once more. The lonely old Maya turtle, swimming among the fierce Navarre crocodiles, always wore a confident smile, yet his heart trembled with fear. Who could understand him?

Mayan merchant Tikalo lowered his eyes, sighed softly in his heart. His face showed a calm smile, turned around, but saw another wise "old turtle". Old militia Chiwaco stood two steps away, gripping a long spear, with several spear-bearing sailors, looking at him with a half smile.

"Ah? Honorable Captain Chiwaco, what business do you have with me..."

"Take him down!"

The sailors rushed forward, pressing the unprepared Tikalo to the ground. Then, several ropes were tied around, securing him like binding a wild deer.

"Go! Lock him in the hold below the deck!"

Old militia Chiwaco's gaze was profound and his expression stern. He looked at the two young men beside him and instructed in a deep voice.

"Dark Snake, Didi, keep a close watch on him! Before reaching Cuba, do not let him contact anyone!"

"Yes! Captain Dad!"

The two nodded in agreement, their faces slightly excited, as it was their first time shouldering important responsibilities. The old militia smiled and nodded, rubbed both their heads, ready to leave. After a few steps, he remembered something, turned back and instructed.

"By the way! This hairless fox is most talkative. Tear a piece of cotton cloth to stuff in his mouth, and also stuff two balls of cotton in your ears. Don't let him speak except during meals!"

"At your command, Captain Dad!"

The crisp response of the boys floated on the flagship, blending into the waves behind the ship. The shining galaxy reflected on the vast sea surface. The waves rose, rolling the galaxy. And the fleet slowly set off, following the dream-like galaxy, disappearing under the Eastern moonlight.