Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

Chapter 1383 - 938: Burning Seaside, Sudden Decisive Battle

"Whizz! Hiss!..."A large swarm of fire arrows whistled through the air, accompanied by the hissing of flames, shooting towards the center of the sea battlefield. Amidst the chaotic volley of arrows, besides the flaming black oil fire arrows, were even more fiercely burning gunpowder fire arrows, which, aided by gunpowder, shot further into the chaos!

"Whizz! Hiss!..."

Black Wolf Torc squinted his eyes, aiming at the nearest Mayan galley. He calculated the trajectory, raising his hand to release an expensive gunpowder arrow. Yet this burning, hissing arrow flew over a distance of more than a hundred paces, seemingly about to strike the sail of the galley, but suddenly it veered off, the arrow arcing upwards!

"Ah!..."

A shrill howl of agony erupted on the battlefield but was soon drowned out by even fiercer sounds of battle cries and fighting. The fire arrow had long strayed from its path, shooting out over two hundred paces before it fell sharply to the rear of the battlefield, bursting into flames!

An East tribe warrior on a small boat was hurling darts, yet he was set ablaze by the descending flames. Letting out a horrified scream, he "thunked" into the water, swimming frenziedly amidst the chaotic combat in the battlefield center! He desperately lifted his head, extinguishing the flames on his body like a swimming, struggling water dog. In his panicked and reddened vision, he saw vessels colliding ferociously, long spears thrusting everywhere, spears and arrows being crazily launched, along with bodies and wounded sinking into the water!

"Bless All Gods! Slay the Volcanic Demon and traitors! Sacrifice them!..."

"Chief Divine protect us! Die for the Divine War! Unite the Seaside Lands!..."

The Totonac warriors from both sides fought with near madness. They used blood and life as pigments, freely painting and carving the deities and images in their hearts. The fervent prayers of the Feathered Serpent Priest and the enraptured chants of the Chief God Priest even overshadowed the dying wails of the warriors!

"Whizz! Hiss!..."

A large mass of flames shot from the coast, without the sound of thunder, yet igniting everything on the sea! Soon, three Mayan galleys caught flames on their sails, gradually turning into massive burning torches. The warriors and sailors battling on the ships, whether Purpecha or Totonac, hurled their weapons wildly, felling a few more enemies before hurriedly jumping into the water!

"Ah! Burning blood and fire, a red sea and sky, frantic men and boats!... Revered Sun and Feathered Serpent, please save me! In this long cycle’s end, in this doomsday-like decisive battle, take me back to the Divine Kingdom... please!..."

The Eastern tribe warrior in the water lifted his head, backstroking, witnessing the apocalyptic scene, uttering one last desperate cry. Then, he got heavily struck by the rowing of a boat, also pierced by a spear shot from who-knows-where beside his waist. His flimsy cloth armor offered no protection. Like a pierced tomato, he leaked red juice, soon floating motionless on the water.

"Chief Divine protect us! Damn it! Pah pah!..."

From the pale red bloody water, East Sea Naval Commander Nohurfish emerged, like a nimble swimming fish, swiftly climbing onto another Kingdom war boat with the help of her trusted aide. She glanced at her empty hands, having no idea where her command spear had been thrown. She looked again at the blazing fire on the Mayan galley, spreading from the sails to the hull, burning fiercely, like a torch over ten meters long!

"Ah! Damn it! The large ship I captured!"

Seeing this, Nohurfish gritted her teeth hard, angrily spitting out the bloody water from her mouth.

"Pah! Who set the fire? Who burned my ship? I’m going to tear off his head!..."

"Boss! The fire was set by the Black Wolf Legion Commander! He’s with hundreds of red hair, persistently shooting arrows to support us!..."

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Nohurfish on the war boat was left speechless. She looked at the nearby shore, seeing the emblematic red hair continuously shooting flaming arrows, uncontrollably following trajectories, attacking almost indiscriminately. She also glanced at the battlefield center ahead, where a dozen small boats loaded with red-haired Hunters strived to shoot fire arrows accurately.

Under the western sky, large and small ships gradually caught fire, connecting into a fiery red ribbon, sending up billows of black smoke. The relentless flames consumed everything; both black oil and gunpowder were hard to extinguish.

Soon, the fighting to the death on both sides was gradually separated by the burning ribbon. The intense battle cries slowly waned, eventually fading into horrifying and desperate screams amidst the flames, as if echoing from the depths of a Black Abyss!

"Uh?... Where is the enemy’s leader after all?! Truly a cunning grass rabbit!...

Black Wolf Torc stood on the shore, the fire arrows in his backpack behind him completely spent. Regular arrows could not reach that far, nor were they necessary to shoot. His sharp eyes surveyed several large ships for a long while but failed to find the enemy’s leader; instead, he spotted Naval Commander Nohurfish throwing down her command spear and forced to jump into the water.

"Witness by Chief Divine! That crazy woman is fierce enough and quite a strong swimmer. But when it comes to fighting, she just charges ahead without thinking, never considering the overall situation!"

Black Wolf squinted, watching the agile Nohurfish leap into the sea and swiftly climb onto a nearby war boat. She shouted something loudly, seemingly wanting to charge forward but was blocked by the raging line of fire.

"In the end, she’s still not very tactful in warfare! Never led a legion, only possessing the reckless courage of a vanguard! Needs to learn well!... uh? These words sound familiar, like I’ve heard them somewhere before..."

Black Wolf rubbed his chin, murmuring a few words, concluding about Nohurfish. Then, he squinted his eyes again, striving to find the enemy leader amidst the flames and smoke.

This Eastern Alliance fleet, though three large ships had been set ablaze, still maintained its main force. The presence of this fleet posed a considerable pressure and threat to the Kingdom’s naval forces! According to his experience, only by killing the enemy leader could this dangerous enemy be completely defeated!

The sea water turned pale red, like a reflection of the sunset, only more tragic. Floating boats burned amidst floating corpses. Thick black smoke rose from numerous torches, gradually enveloping the battlefield.

The Kingdom’s naval forces retreated to the shore, more archers rushing from the land, forming a supportive array. The Eastern Alliance’s naval forces anchored on the other side of the battlefield, distantly confronting the shore. Seven remaining large ships, full of scars and marked by the smoke and fire’s traces, gathered at the very center of the fleet.

It was only at this moment that the Totonac Commander-in-Chief of the naval forces put on a magnificent, vibrant Feather Crown and donned the High Priest’s ritual robe, boarding the largest Kingdom longship under the warrior’s admiring gazes.

"Oh Sun God of the Seaside!... The evil fire of the Mexica heartlessly burns across the sea!... This carefully devised surprise attack and decisive battle, last hope of the Hidden Serpent Holy City... in the end, falls short!..."

"The sunset sinks into the western sea. The flaming fire declares the battlefield’s end... Could this be the fate ordained by God, the destined future of the Eastern Alliance?... Planning so much and resisting for so long, what will my fate be?..."