Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

Chapter 115 - 77: The End of the Year 1482 Part 4 - Ancestral God’s Blessing

When the translation reached Bruno’s ears, he once again interpreted everything according to his own perception. His body trembled, fear surged from deep within his heart, and he reluctantly took the Voodoo Priest’s potion, then staggered backward.

Bruno conveyed his understanding to everyone, and the sailors looked in horror at the three peacefully lying sailors on the ground, then at the Devil’s Potion in Bruno’s hand with complex expressions. After a moment of hesitation, the remaining five sailors still drank the emerald potion one after another, a strange taste spreading out that relaxed their expressions.

The sailors then immediately prepared to leave, but Bruno remembered something and turned back.

"I will take my brothers’ belongings."

The Voodoo High Priest nodded kindly.

Only then did Bruno step forward. He forcefully pulled apart Paulo’s arms crossed in front of his chest, reached into his good brother’s chest and

The Altar had already been cleaned, the black goat had been removed, and the base was filled with various animal skulls. The masked priests directed the revived corpses to place one unconscious pale-skinned foreigner on top of the Altar.

The Voodoo High Priest opened the Voodoo Box, gently took out a bottle of powder, and poured it onto her right hand. The powder was made from male mosquitoes and added with unknown Herbs.

The Voodoo High Priest stretched her right hand towards the sky, and countless bloodthirsty female mosquitoes converged. Her right hand was instantly covered by mosquitoes, and more mosquitoes gathered around her, forming a visible black mist. These mosquitoes were unexpectedly gentle, not sucking blood, but peacefully accompanying the High Priest. The whirling of the mosquito swarm created a breeze that fluttered the High Priest’s Vestment robe, as if accompanying God’s envoy.

The King and Samurai bowed their heads in fear, saluting the Voodoo High Priest. The High Priest’s voice seemed to come from a distant wind.

"Behold, these beautiful spirits, these messengers of the ancestral gods. In the warm sunlight, by the calm waters, countless spirits protect us, guarding the land of the ancestral gods. They are so benevolent, bringing trials from the ancestral gods to everyone, letting the citizens of the gods stay while taking the foreigners away forever. The spirits tirelessly guard our land!"

An unusually radiant smile appeared on the aged face of the Voodoo High Priest. She drank a bottle of Divination Potion in one gulp, the hallucinogenic mushrooms and Herbs starting to blur her vision, and the swarm of mosquitoes formed strange and ambiguous shapes.

"Begin!" the High Priest softly called.

The Voodoo Priest with the red mask did not hesitate to lift the Sacrificial Dagger, and carved marks on the face, arms, chest, and thighs of the first pale-skinned foreigner. The scent of blood instantly diffused.