Aztec Eternals

Hearing the king's words, Bruno was somewhat repelled: to meet a pagan voodoo high priest on the land of the natives? It's the same as meeting an apostle of Satan in the land of the devil, fraught with the risk of a fallen soul!

King Nziga Nkuwu saw the hesitation of the foreigners. He thought for a moment and persuaded.

"I heard that your partners are experiencing the curse of the ancestor gods. This is a test of life and death! Only the high priest of voodoo has the ability to help you and let you survive the test."

Hearing this, Bruno's heart moved. He thought of Paul's painful struggle, sighed slightly, and nodded.

Immediately, Bruno had the only healthy sailor return to the ship with the mysterious cross. He led the remaining eight people to the jungle with the king and the warriors. Paul and two other sailors, who were totally ill, were carried by native warriors.

Under the equatorial sun, the sick trio were wrapped tightly in woolen blankets. They had just experienced half an hour of shivering, their skin was covered with goose bumps, their lips and nails were blue, their faces were as pale as snow, and their bodies and teeth were trembling and chattering non-stop.

Except for Bruno, the other five sailors in the same group had similar symptoms of chills and fever, but the degree was relatively mild.

"It's really a devil's curse! The merciful Virgin blesses us!" Bruno once again crossed himself on his chest. He has fully believed that there are powerful devils lurking in this land!

After walking for more than a day, Paul once again experienced a severe and painful fever period, this time for a full 9 hours! In order to control his violent struggle, the crowd had to tie him to two logs before they could move on amidst his screams of pain.

After a long time, Paul finally survived the terrible fever period. He was sweating profusely, his clothes were drenched, the grimness on his face slowly eased, and he was overcome by uncontrollable sleepiness, and he fell asleep peacefully on the log carried by the natives.

"Meu deus! My God!" Bruno crossed himself, and finally pagan temples and altars appeared before his eyes.

The temple is built of wood, not too tall. At the top of the temple is the symbol of voodoo, a white flag, which symbolizes the white witchcraft and healing of voodoo. The original meaning of voodoo "Vodu" is gods and elves, that is, everything has a soul. Only by communicating with the souls of all things can we affect the changes of blessings and misfortunes in nature.

The most obvious thing on the walls of the temple is the carving of the snake, which is the main god of the voodoo belief, the snake god. In addition, the most important soul communicators, elves, are depicted on the walls with black paint. Sprites of various shapes dance and twist on the walls. Bruno took a closer look and felt that these elves looked like mosquitoes.

Dried animal carcasses hung from the eaves of the temple wall, and there was a stench in the air. These are the raw materials for voodoo, such as the dried boa constrictor that excites the body, and the eagle carcass that transfers the demon's soul. , vulture wings against black witchcraft, elephant tails to bless travel, lizards dried for medicine

While Bruno kept calling God in his heart, he secretly looked at the pagan temple. He was choked by the strong smell of corpses and covered his nose. He turned his head and finally found the main source of the smell of corpses: the altar.

The altar in front of the temple has three floors, and the corpses of sacrificed animals are placed on the top. Countless giant mosquitoes and flies gathered on the corpse, covering the corpse with a thick wriggling coating. It took Bruno a long time to identify it before he was sure that the sacrifice was a black goat. The voodoo symbol of the black goat is the gestation of offspring, a favorite sacrifice of various African tribes, and the origin of the black goat of the forest in the Cthulhu mythology of later generations.

And there were four spears stuck in the four corners of the altar. On the top of the spears were four dried human heads. The dark heads still had gray hair, and their old and ferocious faces stared quietly at Bruno. The son of a nobleman was terrified.

Bruno was full of fear, but couldn't help but take a closer look. On the second floor were more than a dozen withered human heads, most of which had been turned into skulls over a long period of time. The third layer is the heads of countless monkeys and orangutans, with human-like faces, and the expressions on each face are different, or strange grinning, or extremely sad, and more are staring faces. Death terrified.

"This is the altar of voodoo. The noble voodoo high priest sacrificed the black goat to the voodoo voodoo, praying for the prosperity of the descendants of the tribe! These four heads are the four most powerful priests of black witchcraft in the nearby tribes They were executed by the powerful voodoo high priests and offered their magical heads as a medium of communication with the voodoo spirits.

The dozen or so skulls on the second floor are all from evil black witch priests, used to strengthen the altar's mana. And the hundreds of heads on the third floor come from monkeys and orangutans, they are used to attract the gathering of voodoo elves. The great voodoo high priest protects the tribe with white witchcraft, and she is the incarnation of elves in the world! "

The king's interpreter declared loudly, full of awe and pride, that this is the greatest voodoo high priest of the Sanctuary Kingdom, who has been protecting the tribe's people from generation to generation.

"This is the altar of Satan. The evil and powerful apostles of Satan sacrificed the souls of humans and animals to Satan in exchange for the reproduction of the descendants of the tribe! These four heads are the sons of the most powerful demons in the nearby tribes. They used their evil and powerful head, opening the gates to hell.

The dozens of skulls on the second floor are descendants of powerful demons, supporting the passage of demons to the human world. The third layer is the heads of monkeys and orangutans, which provide the gathering of black magic power. The terrible Satan apostle covers this land with black magic, and she is the spokesperson of the devil in the world!"

When the words translated by the Fon tribe reached Bunolu's ears, he automatically transformed the native language into his own understanding. He tried to grab the silver cross on his chest, but found that it had already been given to Mbemba Nzinga. In the end, he could only draw the sign of the cross on his chest in fear and trembling.

"Meu deus! Almighty God! Please grant me strength to overcome evil. I pray to you, pray for your protection, and promise my loyalty. I will definitely return with divine strength and bring all Send the devil back to hell and purify all uncleanness with fire!"

Despite the fear in his heart, Bruno went forward bravely. When we walked to the gate of the temple, there was a row of masked voodoo warriors in front of us.

Voodoo warriors hold sharp iron long knives and wear tight cowhide hoods with only three holes for eyes and noses, and a pair of huge horns on the top of the hoods. The shape of this masked bull head represents that they have dedicated everything to voodoo, no longer have self and family, and will never take off their masks again in this life.

Seeing the arrival of the king and foreigners from a distance, a voodoo priest walked out of the temple to welcome the crowd. The voodoo priest wears a bright and terrifying red solid wood mask, with a monkey skull inlaid on the top of the mask. Behind the mask are finely woven human hair braids, hundreds of long braids hanging down to the ground. I don't know how many people's raw materials were used, and they are slowly dragging on the ground at this time.

In voodoo belief, the mask is the magnification of human spiritual power, and the skull and human hair on the mask are decorations with natural power. A mask also usually stays with the voodoo priest for the rest of her life, unless she is too powerful to need a mask anymore.

When a group of people entered the main hall of the temple, Bruno saw his Fon interpreter suddenly tremble violently, and uncontrollable fear emerged on his face. Following the interpreter's gaze, he saw a row of black strong men with expressionless faces. Their faces were blue, their eyes were stiff, and their movements were slow and steady. They stood quietly in front of the painting of the snake god.

"Zumbi! The god of pythons, the magic power to bring the dead back to life, the reanimated corpse!" The translator of the Feng tribe called out to Bu Nuolu in a low and trembling voice, speaking words he couldn't understand.

The snake god has different names in different regions, it is called Dambala "Dambala" in West Africa, and Zumbi "Zumbi" in Congo, Central Africa. It means the totem of good luck, the god of pythons, and the magic power to bring the dead back to life, which is the most famous resurrected corpse in voodoo culture!

And in the future, when the Congolese slaves are captured by the colonists and brought to the Caribbean islands, Florida in North America, its name will gradually evolve into Zuobi "Zombie", which is the American zombie that will be widely circulated in the future.

This kind of reanimated corpse really exists in history and reality, and the generally accepted view is a living person in a state of suspended animation. The minds of these people have been destroyed by pufferfish-based psychotoxins, but their bodily functions remain intact.

They can understand the commander's words based on previous experience, eat, drink, sleep and live a normal life, work slowly and steadily, and handle simple mechanical tasks. Due to the lack of fatigue and pain, their bodies will age extremely quickly, and usually they can only be used for more than ten years before they will truly exhaust and die.

Bruno didn't understand the concept of a revenant. Therefore, his eyes were quickly attracted by the voodoo high priest in the middle of the hall.

This is an unusually old woman, she is sitting cross-legged on the ground, her head hangs down slightly, her face cannot be seen clearly. She wears a plain cassock carved with extended boa constrictors and countless tiny twisting patterns. Bruno felt that these patterns were very similar to those on the temple walls, and they should also be mosquitoes.

A huge voodoo box was placed in front of the high priest, and a staff made of human bones was in his hand. At the top is a human skull, from the most powerful previous high priest, and the handle is a human thigh bone. She placed the pale skulls of several African horse monkeys on a wooden divination tray, and then carefully discerned the texture of the skulls under the dim candlelight.

Hearing the footsteps of the crowd, the voodoo high priest raised his head. Time has taken away all the freshness from her skin, making her look like a skeleton covered in human skin. The old skin overlapped with deep folds, and there was no expression on his face. At this time, she was calmly looking at the people who came in with a pair of unclouded eyes.

"Dear high priest, may voodoo be one with you." Entering the hall, the king and warriors bowed their heads respectfully and saluted the high priest. Bruno struggled for a moment, and finally glanced fearfully at the baskets of monkey heads in the hall, and bowed his head to Satan's apostle.

"My children, the ancestor gods bless you!" The voodoo high priest raised the corners of his mouth, showing a benevolent smile. She looked at the white-skinned foreigner and carefully sized him up.

There was silence in the great hall of the temple. The king and the warriors were silent, and the translator of the Feng clan was trembling all over, but he didn't make a sound.

After a long time, Paul woke up from the intermittent coma and entered the chills again. His whole body was trembling, his teeth were chattering, and he screamed weakly and in a low voice: "Fodesse! Cold, cold, I'm so cold!"

All eyes focused on Paul. Bruno finally couldn't help but said: "Dear High Priest, please help my companions heal the curse on their bodies!"

The voodoo high priest nodded slightly, and the masked priest stepped forward, grabbed Paul with his strong hands, and placed him in front of the high priest. Looking at Paul who was trembling and shaking, the high priest frowned slightly. She opened the voodoo box, took out a small clay pot, twisted a little powder with her fingertips, and sprinkled it lightly in the screaming Paul's mouth.

At a speed almost visible to the naked eye, Paul quickly calmed down. A smile appeared on his ferocious face, and he fell into a deep sleep again. The tribal warriors all lowered their heads in fear, and Bruno also trembled in his heart.

This is voodoo's special zombie powder, which is mainly composed of extracted tetrodotoxin and datura juice. To this was added the powdered skulls of infants, ground up lizards and worms, and the poisonous sap from the backs of toads. These powerful nerve and body toxins can achieve different effects such as poisoning, numbness, paralysis, suspended animation, stability, sleep aid, and pain relief through proper proportioning.

Of course, only experienced priests can master the specific ratio. Usually, the fresher the ingredients, the stronger the effect of the medicinal powder. On the vast land of Africa, there is never a shortage of magical animals and plants.

The high priest of voodoo stretched out his skinny arms, supported Paul's sleeping head, opened the sailor's eyelids with his fingers, and carefully observed the whitish retina. She shook her head slightly.

"The power of the ancestor god has invaded his mind. He failed the test of the ancestor god. This man is hopeless."

Saying this, the high priest put Paul on the ground. She thought for a moment, then took out the sharp sacrificial dagger, accurately caught the vein on Paul's arm, and made a slight cut. Blood suddenly oozed from the wound. Seeing this scene, Bruno felt impulsive. He wanted to rush forward to stop Satan's apostle, but soon lost the courage to face it.

The high priest pulled Paul's arm, stretched out his old tongue, and gently licked the blood from the wound.

"Huh? This smell"

There was a trace of surprise on the old face of the high priest.

She thought for a while, then looked around at the foreigners, found the trembling Feng translator among them, and smiled kindly.

"Son, come here and let me taste it."

Time has accumulated enough knowledge that the High Priest can speak the language of the Fon tribe directly.

The translator of the Feng family suddenly lost his strength and fell to his knees. Shaking like chaff, he still obeyed the high priest's instructions and crawled in front of the high priest. Immediately, as if he remembered something, he tore off the cross on his chest, then lowered his head and fell on the ground, offering complete surrender.

The voodoo high priest dipped his fingers in some zombie powder, gently lifted the head of the translator from the Feng family, and wiped it on his nose. Soon, the Feng family translator stopped trembling. He remained awake, with a joyful smile on his face, and let the high priest manipulate meekly.

The high priest of voodoo held the arm of the translator of the Feng family, and swiped across with the same precision. The bright red blood slowly oozes out, and the old tongue tastes it again, carefully pondering the taste in it.

"Well, these foreigners are really different from us."

The high priest of voodoo then looked at the Feng family translator benevolently.

"Son, how long have you been in this land?"

"The days of two palms," the translator of the Feng family replied meekly.

"Really, is that so? It seems really different so fast." The voodoo high priest smiled thoughtfully.

The high priest of voodoo waved his hand and asked Feng to translate back, and the interpreter knelt and walked backwards until he reached Bruno's side. Bruno trembled in his heart, and he prayed for the power of God to protect him from being manipulated by the apostles of Satan.

Afterwards, the voodoo high priest beckoned and asked the priest to bring other aliens up one after another. She tasted the blood of the alien race one by one, and the light in her eyes became brighter. Until it's Bruno's turn.

"My child, you are very healthy! The ancestor gods did not choose you." The high priest looked at Bruno kindly and smelled his body. The Fung translator meekly relayed the words beside him.

Bruno was trembling all over, he fought back his tongue to lick the wetness and nausea of ​​his arm. God still gave him courage, and he faced Satan's apostle bravely and stubbornly.

"Your three companions failed the test of the ancestor god, and the power of the ancestor god invaded the brain. They are hopeless, so let them stay. The others are still in the test of life and death. Here is a bottle of potion, drink it Your safety can be temporarily guaranteed within a week. Go away and don’t come back. No matter what, the test of the ancestor god will come eventually, until you die or merge with it!”

The voodoo high priest looked at Bruno benevolently. The child was wearing the greetings of the gods, temporarily delaying the arrival of the ancestor gods. But in this land, everyone must experience the test of the ancestor gods, death or life, absolutely unavoidable!

"Your three companions have been chosen by Satan, and Satan's power has completely degraded them. They are hopeless and must sacrifice their souls to the devil. Others are also being corrupted by the devil's power. Here is the devil's potion, Let you stay safe for a week. Leave the devil's land and don't come back. As long as you are in the devil's land, you will be corrupted by the power of Satan, and you will either die or become a child of the devil!"

When the words of the translation fell into Bruno's ears, he understood everything according to his own concept again. He was trembling all over, fear welling up from the depths of his heart, barely took the potion from the high priest, and then staggered back.

Bruno told everyone his understanding. The sailors looked at the three peaceful sailors lying down on the ground in horror, and then looked at the devil potion in Bruno's hand with complicated expressions. After hesitating for a moment, the remaining five sailors drank the emerald green potion one by one, and the strange taste diffused, making people feel relieved.

The sailors were about to leave immediately, but Bruno remembered something and turned around.

"I'm going to take what's left of my brothers."

The voodoo high priest nodded kindly.

Bruno just stepped forward. He forcefully pulled away Paul's arm protecting his chest, put one hand into his good brother's arms and groped repeatedly, and finally took out two pure gold bracelets, an ivory, and a shining peacock from his arms. stone.

The other sailors also suddenly realized that they took the relics of the remaining two sleeping sailors.

"Paul, my brother! You can go at ease, I will find your sister and take good care of her! If she is not dead." Bruno made a brother's oath to Paul, and took a last look at his brother's peace Sleepy face, turned and left.

The sailors almost ran away from the temple as if fleeing. The Feng family translator also quietly followed them away. At the moment when he left the temple and saw the sun, Bruno prayed devoutly to the cross in his heart and promised.

"Meu deus! Almighty God! Please forgive our sins and save us from the fires of hell. Please lead the souls of all people, especially those who need your mercy, to the kingdom of heaven! I will definitely bring Return with divine power, send Satan's apostles to hell forever, and let the devil's land be purified in fire! Tenho saudades! Miss you! Farewell, my brother."

Looking at the aliens running away, and remembering the pair of blood-stained gold bracelets just now, the high priest of voodoo frowned. She had a premonition of something unknown.

"Prepare the altar, I will hold a sacrifice and divination, and ask the great ancestor god about the future!" The high priest ordered to the left and right.

The priest with the bright red mask saluted respectfully. She took a basket of monkey, orangutan, and leopard skulls each, and went outside to provide the altar with more mediums of mana.

At this time, King Nziga Nkuwu, who had been watching silently, finally asked.

"Dear voodoo high priest, what exactly is the ancestor god?"

The voodoo high priest smiled kindly.

"The ancestor god is the master of this land, and has been with us for tens of thousands of years. He can't see or touch, but he is always by our side. The ancestor god has given us the test of life and death, and evolved in the test. Our body evolves our blood and our soul. The ancestor god has already become one with us!

The ancestor gods test us mercilessly and protect us mercifully. He lowered a boundless enchantment on this warm land, promising the land to His children forever. Under the scorching sun, those white-skinned foreigners cannot stay here for long, because their bodies cannot survive the test of the ancestor gods. This is the land that the ancestor gods bestowed on us! "

With that said, the voodoo high priest stood up, holding the human bone staff and the powerful voodoo box, and walked slowly towards the altar outside the main hall. The priests of the temple took off the clothes of the three strangers, and then commanded the revenant. These expressionless strong men slowly picked up the sleeping naked foreigner, and followed closely behind the high priest.

The king also led the warriors, and followed silently.

The altar has been cleared, the black goat has been removed, and the lower floor is filled with skulls of various animals. The masked priest directed the revenant to place a comatose white foreigner on top of the altar.

The voodoo high priest opened the voodoo box, gently took out a bottle of powder, and poured it on his right hand. These powders are made from male mosquitoes, and unknown herbs are added.

The voodoo high priest stretched out his right hand towards the sky, and countless blood-sucking female mosquitoes gathered. Her right hand was instantly covered by mosquitoes, and more mosquitoes gathered and revolved around her, forming a black mist visible to the naked eye. These mosquitoes were unexpectedly docile and did not suck blood, but peacefully accompanied the high priest. The flying of the mosquito swarm brought a cool breeze, blowing the cassock of the high priest, as if accompanying the messenger of God.

The king and the warriors bowed their heads in fear and saluted the voodoo high priest. The high priest's voice seemed to come from a distant wind.

"Look, these beautiful elves, these messengers of the ancestor gods. Under the warm sun, by the quiet pool, there are hundreds of millions of elves guarding us and guarding the land of the ancestor gods. They are so kind, bringing The test of all the ancestor gods, let the people of the ancestor gods stay, and take away the foreigners forever. The elves will never stop guarding our land!"

An unusually bright 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 made chaos in front of her eyes, and the mosquitoes flew in strange and incomprehensible shapes.

"Let's begin!" The high priest called softly.

The voodoo priest wearing a red mask raised the sacrificial dagger without hesitation, and drew bloodstains on the face, arms, chest, and thighs of the first white-skinned foreigner. The smell of blood spread immediately.

The swarm of mosquitoes gathered around the high priest paused neatly, then turned around abruptly, and all rushed towards the foreign offerings on the altar. The white skin was covered by black mosquito swarm almost instantly, the mosquito swarm danced wildly in the air, sucking fresh blood.

The eyes of the voodoo high priest are psychedelic, and the dance of the mosquito swarm is like a blurred picture. In the boundless hallucination, she saw the white-skinned terror coming from the northwest, riding a huge sailboat, carrying roaring weapons that could breathe fire, cruelly destroying everything along the coast. Then, they went ashore and greedily snatched the wealth of the land, gold, silver, gems, ivory, and spices.

"Is that so?. White-skinned strangers are coming from the sea They bring merciless slaughter and destruction They plunder the riches of the land"

The mosquito swarm sucked the sleeping stranger frantically at a speed of 40 milliliters per second. The total amount of blood in the human body is no more than 5,000 milliliters, and within two minutes, the foreigner peacefully and peacefully turned into a mummy in the anesthetic toxin secreted by the mosquito. The mosquito swarm also gradually subsided from the frenzy.

"Not enough, not enough, continue, I want to see more!"

The second sacrifice was also sent to the altar, also covered in wounds, also covered in black by mosquitoes, and changing shapes continued to dance in the sky.

The voodoo high priest sees hallucinations again. White-skinned aliens occupy the towns of the interior, only to fall under the test of the ancestor gods. They retreated from the rainforest in embarrassment, shouting about the land of the devil, and then took away all the wealth and the people of the ancestor god. The people of the ancestor gods were transported on a huge sailboat and headed west. And the elves of the ancestor gods also followed on board, sailing to the unknown west.

"Really, is that so? The white-skinned foreigners can't stand the test of the ancestor god. They arrest the ancestor god's people. Take the ancestor god's spirit. Go to the west to continue!"

Paul was finally sent to the altar. He smiled serenely, and lived happily with his sister and brother Bruno in his smile, forgetting all the sins of the past. Then the boundless swarm of mosquitoes swooped down, bringing him eternal sleep.

The voodoo high priest couldn't help approaching the mosquito swarm, she wanted to see it more clearly.

The people of the ancestor god died all the way, fell into the sea, until the end of the sailboat, it was another continent. On the mainland, there are also warm sunshine, quiet pools, and ever-warm jungles. The people of the ancestor gods were let down there, wearing shackles and shackles, working hard in the fields, and the white-skinned people cut off their limbs and throats at will. However, before the people of the ancestor gods, the elves of the ancestor gods had set out first. They multiplied infinitely in the pools, and then flew to the distance promised by the ancestor gods.

"Really, is that so? The white-skinned people took the people of the ancestor gods to the same warm land in the west. The elves of the ancestor gods also multiplied together. Not enough, not enough, I want to see more!"

The voodoo high priest finally stepped onto the altar. Mosquitoes surrounded her densely, like docile pets.

"I have spent ninety rainy seasons, and my soul will return to voodoo at any time. Let me use my own blood to see the future predicted by the ancestor god."

The voodoo high priest muttered to himself. She took off her cassock, revealing her shriveled and emaciated body, and without hesitation swung the sacrificial dagger, cutting her upper body dripping with blood.

The mosquito swarm paused for a moment, and finally went berserk again. They are like the pets of the Lord Devourer, instantly covering the high priest. The skinny body contained less blood, and within half a minute, the voodoo high priest fell into a hallucination before dying.

She saw mosquitoes multiplying infinitely in the rainforest, and then flew into the depths of the jungle. Where the spirit of the ancestor god flew over, everything was changed forever. Countless yellow-skinned natives collapsed in despair from repeated fever and pain, and white-skinned foreigners could not stay here for long.

Only the people of the ancestor gods, and only the black-skinned people, can truly take root! They are multiplying endlessly in this vast land, growing stronger in the face of difficulties, and the ethnic group is becoming more and more prosperous, until the distant and hopeful future!

"Is that so? The spirits of the ancestor gods forever changed the land under the sun, and the people of the ancestor gods struggled to multiply and grow on the land! The sacrifice of our blood and flesh was exchanged for the land where our family took root, and the land where our family took root. A prosperous future, this is the blessing of the ancestors!"

"So that's how it is! The land promised by the ancestor gods is in the west."

The voodoo high priest muttered to herself, facing the land to the west, her face was full of peace and contentment before death. She smiled, and finally opened her mouth, licking the spirit of the ancestor god, and just fell down in the prophecy of the ancestor god, without leaving any regrets. Beneath her were the shriveled bodies of Paul and the other sailors.

Watching the final sacrifice of the voodoo high priest, the king fell into unbelievable shock and joy.

"The high priest is completely mad! This terrible old woman sacrificed herself! She is finally dead!. I will never allow such a high priest to appear again. The foreigner is right. The power of the king should not be restricted by the priests interference! I want to convert to the benevolent god of cross stone pillars!"

And thousands of miles to the west, the rising sun has just risen over Lake Texcoco, illuminating the great lake city of Tenochtitlan. Accompanied respectfully by Chief Priest Kechar, an unusually old man walked out of the majestic Great Temple, frowning and looking towards the northwest. Just now, Kechar brought him the news of Tisok's death.

In the camp in the distant mountains, Shulot sighed softly as he looked at the rising sun in the east.

By now, the Europeans should have reached the Congo and opened Pandora's Box. Anopheles mosquitoes and Aedes mosquitoes will come along with the European fleet and fly to the warm and hot American rainforest, turning the now densely populated tropics into a barren and dangerous paradise on earth.

In 1519, when the Spaniards first explored the Amazon River Basin, it was still a place with lush water and grass and a dense population, and countless tribes survived on the abundant food in the tropics.

And a hundred years later, when British and French explorers came again, this place was already a deserted dead zone, and the Indians disappeared. Two-thirds of the white explorers also died of malaria and yellow fever en route and had to return halfway.

Anopheles mosquitoes bring fatal malaria, and Aedes mosquitoes bring near-death yellow fever and dengue fever. Where these African mosquitoes passed, the rainforests of America were reshaped and were no longer suitable for Indians and whites!

From the Brazilian rainforest to the Amazon rainforest, to Venezuela and Colombia in South America, to Panama, Nicaragua, Honduras, Guatemala in Central America, then Cuba, Haiti, Dominica, and the Caribbean Islands, and even Louisiana and Florida in North America!

Wherever the rainforests are shrouded, where the African mosquitoes fly, malaria, yellow fever and dengue fever will always exist in the tropics and never leave. The yellow-skinned compatriots in the tropical rainforest will die powerless and hopeless, and the Indians will no longer be able to reproduce and grow, and they will not even be able to gain a foothold.

America's tropical rainforest will no longer belong to the homeland of Indians, nor the land where white people reproduce, it will always belong to black-skinned people! Even after another three hundred years, the white colonists can only huddle in the clean tropical towns and hand over the farmland, forests and rivers to hundreds of times more black slaves.

The tropics of America will be changed forever, and no one can stop it. This is the blessing of the ancestor god of black Africa!

Yesterday I watched many pictures and videos of African voodoo, but the psychological shadow was too great, which led to nightmares. Haha, I feel like I can also write fantasy. Anopheles mosquitoes and Aedes mosquitoes are very scary creatures. They really changed the course of the world. As a result, Africans have taken root in the American tropics, including the United States. Well, the era of great exploration has come to an end, and European religions, nautical exploration, black African religions, and tropical diseases are all mentioned. Return to Central America tomorrow to start the protagonist's conquest. By the way, please recommend the super chapter!