Chapter 2319 - 1640: What Are These Mooing, Bleating, and Grunting Four-Legged Beasts?

The stars in the Caribbean Sea, like countless pairs of "evil" eyes, gaze upon the shouting and blood-soaked tide flats. Bonfires flicker on the flats, illuminating the peripheral one hundred and sixty armored warrios of the Kingdom. Their faces display the fervent zeal of Samurai, the excited curiosity of Barbarian Soldiers, and the vengeful satisfaction of the Taino People.

In the midst of their encirclement are fifty-two unarmed, terrified Shenluo Mercenaries, forced to convert to the Chief Divine "Demon." Mercenary Captain Reinhardt is tightly pinned down by Warrior Captain Kepili, kneeling before sacrificial corpses and the burning Sacred Fire, trembling like a leaf.

He had fought fiercely on European battlefields, faced life and death, and faced the charges of Italian Knights and Moorish Cavalry! Those harsh tests of life and death had never made him afraid! Yet now, on this mysterious Eastern Island, with a Castilian noble used as sacrifices, summoning the "Hell Demon," conducted by a fallen European noble, with the "evil" pact and conversion ceremony, made him fear from his very soul! Because at this moment, what he felt was not the pain of a blade cutting across his forehead, but the soul-invading presence of a demon and the soul-corrupting despair of the evil ritual!

"No! Spare me! Please... please... sob sob~"

"O du Fürst der Schatten, o gro?er Vitzilopochtli, D?monenk?nig im roten Reich! H?re das Flüstern meines Blutes!"

"Ah, King of Shadows! Ah, great Huitzilopochtli, Red Soil Demon King! Listen to the whisper of my blood!"

Priest Adin's expression is crazed, as he shouts furiously. First, he prays in Nahuatl that Reinhardt cannot understand, then in genuine frightful Highland German, performing the soul-shattering demon conversion!

"Huitzilopo Demon! Here I kneel, the son of ancient nobility, offering the convert's hair, his blood, his trembling soul to you! I use the Stone Blade to cut, I bless with Blood Wine, may your cold and eternal darkness devour him! Grant me strength, grant me your dark aura, tightly wrap around the depths of his soul, like the emblem on his forehead. From now on, no prayer to the Almighty, no Priest or Pope, can save him! His black soul will forever be entangled in your sharp claws!"

"Auf ewig, auf ewig, auf ewig! Forever, forever, forever! Muhahaha!"

"No!!"

With Priest Adin's final declaration, a lifelike red Hummingbird is finally imprinted on Reinhardt's forehead! Fresh drops of blood slowly seep out, corresponding with the Blood Wine on his lips, like a ghost face rising from Hell. The intense pain cuts into the soul, and Reinhardt lets out a devastating scream! Then, like a broken lion toy, he collapses to the ground, even his eyes rolling back.

"Tsk tsk! What a weak human. Appears strong in body, yet the soul is so fragile... Bring the next one!"

Priest Adin shouts again, another Shenluo Mercenary is brought forward. His smile grows more dazzling, falling into the eyes of the mercenaries, and becoming more terrifying. Various colors of hair burn into an acrid scorched smoke, the pungent Blood Wine causes the mercenaries to retch repeatedly. Then, a blade to the head, imprinted with a devil emblem that can never be undone...

"Oh! Huitzilopochtli, great, cold, immortal Great Demon! In your name, I drink their Blood Wine, offering their souls!"

"Sobs! Sobs! No... no!..."

Priest Adin sings in an incomprehensible language, white-skinned demons weep and roll on the ground, some even fainting on the spot. Seeing such a scene, Warrior Captain Kepili's eyebrows twitch, feeling that something seems not quite right.

"What's Adin doing? Converting to the Chief Divine, such a sacred and glorious religious ceremony, how does he make it appear dark and evil, like it's emerging from the Abyss? Hmm... But judging by these demons' reactions, it seems there indeed is a significant effect, otherwise, they wouldn't be reacting as if on the brink of death..."

The conversion of this night is so lengthy, fifty-two tall and strong Shenluo Mercenaries, are fully drained of spirit, marked with the devil Hummingbird emblem by a noble scholar Priest Adin. When the sunrise appears from the East again, Reinhardt sits dumbfounded by the coast. He resembles a lion wrecked by the Hummingbird, with no trace of yesterday's ferocity, pride, and laughter.

"It's over... over... my soul is over..."

"I have become a follower of the Demon... can't return to the Lord's Kingdom anymore..."

"Sob sob sob! My home in Bavaria! I can't return! Sob sob sob!"

The devil's emblem on the forehead has solidified into dark red, but the pain engraved into the bone always tells Reinhardt a cruel reality! With a devil's mark, especially on such an obvious place as the forehead, there is no doubt he can never be accepted by the Catholic World again! There's no need to say anything about Bavarian Knights, even if he were the Duke of Bavaria, worshiping a demon so brazenly on his forehead means utter betrayal and excommunication, deserving to be burned by the Church!

"...Almighty... Demon...!"

The Shenluo Mercenaries are similarly lost in soul, sitting paralyzed in a row beside the confiscated Gold and spoils of war, like a bunch of insects on the beach. In their hands is Gold, and all kinds of spoils plundered. However, they've lost the "Portuguese connection," lost hope of returning home, and lost the possibility of being accepted by the Shenluo States. Some want to pray to the Almighty, but in the middle of reciting a sentence, it turns into a demon.