Chapter 1,380 The prophecy of the white-skinned demon! The powerful apostle of Satan?!
"What! Rumors about the white-skinned tribe?! We have roaring beasts, roaring thunder, huge snake ships...Does this mean cavalry, artillery and galleons?...We also pretend to be messengers of the gods, and we are desperate for them.
Gold and silver, holding high the cross of false gods, bringing carnage and death?...Ah? This...this!..."
"Damn it! Damn it! This idiot Columbus! How many burnings, killings, and lootings did he do behind the scenes in the logbook? How many people did he take prisoner? How could he reveal our details so clearly?... No wonder these idiots
When the human tribe sees us, it’s like seeing a ghost!…”
"Foda-se! These sheep-fucking Castilians are so rough in everything they do, and they can't even kill someone! They don't know how to cover up at all, and they leak the news everywhere... As a result, the native tribesmen
Everyone knows that he has ruined the reputation of the Lord, and in turn has deceived us!…”
The guide Shushu carefully translated the local tribe's answer. Naturally, he would not use the original phrase "white-skinned evil demon", but would use the title "white-skinned tribe". But after hearing such a detailed and direct reference, he
Rumor has it that Bruno and his lieutenants looked at each other, and the expressions on their faces changed drastically in an instant.
In the southern continent, the Portuguese would of course also burn, kill and loot, plundering the property and gold of the native tribes. However, based on their experienced experience on the West African coast, the killing and looting would be cautious, thorough and clean, and they would never leave so much behind.
The rumors revealed so many old stories!
In fact, they are very selective and never offend the powerful native kingdom. They are better at figuring out the relationship between various native tribes, instigating tribal vendettas, pulling one group to fight another, and blaming the killing on the enemy tribe.
Go ahead and make a bunch of indigenous allies!
Just like on the coast of West Africa, the Kingdom of Portugal has maintained a friendly relationship with the emerging Kingdom of Songhai, regularly giving gifts and trading weapons. In Central Africa, Portugal is very respectful to the powerful Mwene Congo and actively woos it.
This year, Portugal once again sent a group of missionaries to Congo, and formed a secret alliance with Mbemba Nzinga, the Congolese prince who converted to Christianity, to support the other party in gaining power in the Kingdom of Congo...
This meticulous style of conduct is, on the one hand, limited by the national power of the Portuguese, and on the other hand, it comes from the Portuguese character tradition. They are a seafaring people who are good at diplomacy, completely different from the straightforward Castilians who are their neighbors.
.In some ways, this is a bit like their "reliable" ally, the English, who have been together for hundreds of years.
"Well...that...Capitan leader...according to what they said...this is not a rumor, but a prophecy!..."
"...these news did not spread just last year...but four years ago, before Columbus arrived at Capitan...it had already spread from the big island in the west!..."
"It is said that this is the prophecy divined by the... um... most powerful Death Shaman on the big island in the west after receiving divine enlightenment!... That powerful shaman knew that you would come four years ago!..."
"O que! What! A satanic apostle with demonic powers?! He predicted our arrival four years ago?!..."
"Lord, how is this possible! How can there be such a powerful apostle of Satan?!... Where is he? On the larger island to the west? In his native kingdom, waiting for our arrival?!..."
Hearing the prophecy spoken by Sushu, Bruno was shocked and his face was completely in disbelief! He immediately held the silver cross around his neck and prayed devoutly for God's blessing. Then he and Boatswain Harrow
More, quartermaster Mattim and old carpenter Ivo looked at each other, nightmare-like fear surging in their hearts, and they were speechless for a long time.
At this moment, those extremely ugly faces clearly recalled the unforgettable experience of going deep into the interior of the Congo, and the end of that death journey! In that extremely evil voodoo temple, the old and powerful
To the extreme, the apostle of Satan who is infinitely feared by the Congolese natives, the old voodoo high priest!…
"Boss! Maybe... in this deep-sea continent where the glory of the Lord cannot shine, just like the devil's southern continent, there is a powerful Satan apostle! ... And where the Satan apostle is, there must be a powerful one.
The devil’s kingdom is just like the Congo Kingdom!…”
"That's right! Captain! Although that guy Columbus is stupid, he is a man who can make use of the wind. The Castilians have always been able to fight... The Castilian exploration fleet he led was beaten by the natives this time.
So miserable...it must be the Satanic apostle who used the evil power of the devil to curse him!..."
"That's right! Captain!... The kingdom of the natives where Columbus was attacked seems to be on the big island in the west! And the Eastern books he got may also be related to the apostles of Satan!... O Lord, the big island in the west
The island is too dangerous! How about we avoid the big island or even...turn back?..."
The old carpenter Ivo shrank his neck, lowered his voice, and suggested returning home. Haroldo and Mattim's eyes lit up, and they both looked at Captain Bruno. Bruno frowned, with obvious worry and uneasiness on his face.
, but what scruples do you have?
"Boss, we have discovered a large piece of land, maybe a large new continent! Such an amazing discovery is enough to report back to King Joao, and even satisfy the king!..."
"Yes, Captain! We have also discovered so many islands. What about mahogany, dyes, shells, pearls... we can finally report to the court and the church! ... As for the dangerous native kingdom, it is better to compile it based on the information we got.
First, pretend that you have encountered it before and report it to the king!..."
Bruno looked solemn, watching the old brothers talking at random, and everyone retreated. In this era, the threat from the devil is really more fearful to sailors than artillery and swords!
Because if you are killed by artillery and swords, you can still have your soul judged and redeemed, and have the opportunity to go to heaven. But if you die in the hands of the devil's power, and your soul is contaminated by the devil's power, you will never be able to turn over again!…
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "The Lord testifies! This is just the confession of two natives. It is probably nonsense and a lie of the devil... We can never be frightened by others, even if it is true or false.
You don’t even know it, so you just turn around and run away right away?…”
Bruno looked around at the crowd, his tone full of comfort. After all, the rebellion against Captain Diogo was only possible because of fear of the devil's curse! And with such experience and lessons, he did not dare to ignore it.
Important crew members, reached a collective consensus...
At this moment, he first said a few words of comfort and encouragement, then suddenly lowered his voice and gave a clear commitment.
"The people here now are all my brothers, Bruno! ... Only a few of us have seen the devil's power in the southern continent! The bottle of potion we drank... cough! ... I have remembered it all, we are all a stick
Those on the rope are brothers forever!…”
"And on the other ship, neither that idiot Silvera nor the other naval officers have seen the power of the devil. They are stupid and ignorant, and they talk only about the glory and majesty of the Lord! ... If they return immediately
, when they return to the kingdom and report in front of His Majesty Joao... it will be difficult for us to explain, and we may be severely punished!..."
"Well! Why don't we stay on guard on the ship and sail a little further to the west to see if we can get more news! And I'll also look for an opportunity to scare Knight Silvera. It's best to let him propose to return to the sea first and carry the bag on his back.
If this responsibility... really doesn't work, I'll try to scare Scholar Martin and let him open the door for return!..."
"God bless you! Go further west and explore more! It's best to get an Eastern book to deliver to the king... Brothers, I promise you! I will never risk the devil's curse,
Go to that big island in the west! I will take you to avoid the devil’s lair and bring you back alive! ...The devil will also bear witness!”
After hearing Bruno's promise, everyone looked at each other for a while and nodded in agreement. Then Bruno kept smiling and glanced at Mattim.
"Don't let the natives here know about the situation on the ship..."
"Got it, Captain!"
"ah!!…"
After a few breaths, as Sushu covered his mouth in horror, the sharp scimitar wiped across the yellow neck, blooming a dazzling bright red! The two Dongri tribesmen, who had been drinking and eating meat just now, and were warmly entertained by the captain, could hardly hum.
After snorting, the sailors wiped his neck and threw his body directly into the sea!
"Hmm... Guide Chishu?..."
With a kind smile on his face, Bruno touched Sushu's neck, and finally stopped at the wooden carving of the cross. Sushu was shaking like chaff, his eyes widened in horror, and beads of sweat kept flowing on his forehead.
It was as if the extremely cold and real death was lingering on his neck.
"God bless you! Sushu, you are the translator on our ship, and you are also a people who believe in the merciful Lord...you are one of our own on the ship!..."
Bruno squinted his eyes, scrutinizing the expression of fear and obedience on Sushu, and gently pinched the opponent's neck. Mattim, on the other hand, held the bloody scimitar and stood behind Sushu with a smile.
Then, Bruno spoke word by word, staring at the native guide who had been inspected by the priests and had converted to the Lord, and slowly spoke.
"The native kingdom on the big island to the west is likely to have a powerful and evil apostle of Satan! ... And according to this evil white-skinned prophecy... I am afraid that the native kingdom has used some evil means to target it.
Killed us! Our fleet is in danger now!..."
"Shushu! You are the only translator on the ship, so you must always be careful and vigilant! You must help the fleet and inquire about the intelligence of the natives, the big island to the west, the native kingdom, and pay attention to the reactions of the natives! And about the natives' reactions!
You must not reveal even a single word about the situation of our fleet to the local natives! Otherwise, once something happens to the fleet...even if we don't kill you, the evil native kingdom will definitely not let it go.
You who take refuge in the Lord!…”
"Do you understand?!..."
"Ah!...Entendi! Deus aben?oe! I understand! God bless you!..."
"very good!…"
After hearing Sishu's broken Portuguese prayer, Bruno stared at the other person for a moment and finally smiled. Then, he finally took his hand away from Sishu's neck, patted the other person's shoulder affectionately, and promised with a smile.
"Shushu, as long as we can go back smoothly this time... I will ask my Moorish wife to introduce you to a Moorish woman with similar skin!... And as long as you pass this level, you will also be one of my brothers, Bruno.
Already!…”
"Entendi! Deus aben?oe!…"
"Haha! Okay!..."
Bruno's laughter pierced the night sky, and the anchored fleet set sail again. And where the fleet had anchored, there were no bodies sunk in the water, only a faint trace of blood reflecting the black night light~
