Chapter 77 The End of 1482 AD 4 The Blessing of the Ancestral God
Chapter 77 The End of 1482 AD 4-The Blessing of the Ancestral God
After listening to the king's words, Bruno was somewhat repulsive: meeting a pagan voodoo high priest on the land of the natives? This is equivalent to meeting an apostle of Satan on the land of the devil, full of the risk of soul depravity!
King Nziga Nkuwu saw the hesitation of the foreigner. He thought for a moment and persuaded.
"I heard that your companions are experiencing the curse of the ancestral gods. This is a test of life and death! Only the voodoo high priest has the ability to help you and let you survive the test."
Hearing this, Bruno's heart moved. He remembered Paul's painful struggle, sighed softly, and nodded.
Then, Bruno asked the only healthy sailor to return to the ship with the mysterious cross. He led the remaining eight people and went to the jungle with the king and the warriors. Paul and the other two completely sick sailors were carried by the native warriors.
Under the equatorial sun, the three sick people were tightly wrapped in wool blankets. They had just experienced half an hour of chills and shivers, 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 shaking.
Except for Bruno, the other five sailors had similar symptoms of chills and fever, but the degree was still relatively mild.
"It's really the devil's curse! The merciful Virgin Mary bless us!" Bruno once again drew a cross on his chest. He had completely determined that there was a powerful devil lurking in this land!
After walking for more than a day, Paul once again experienced a severe and painful fever period, this time he had a fever for 9 hours! In order to control his violent struggle, everyone had to tie him to two pieces of wood, and then they could continue to move forward in his painful screams.
After a long time, Paul finally survived the terrible fever period. He was sweating profusely, his clothes were soaked, the hideousness on his face slowly eased, and the uncontrollable sleepiness came over him, and he fell asleep peacefully on the wood carried by the natives.
"Meu deus! My God!" Bruno drew a cross, and the pagan temple and altar finally appeared in front of him.
The temple was built of wood and was not very tall. A voodoo symbol, a white flag, was inserted on the top of the temple, symbolizing the white witchcraft and treatment of voodoo. The original meaning of voodoo "Vodu" is god, spirit, that is, everything has a soul. Only by communicating with the souls of all things can we influence the changes of fortune and misfortune in nature.
The most obvious thing on the wall of the temple is the carving of a snake, which is the main god of voodoo belief, the snake god. In addition, the wall is painted with black paint to depict the most important soul communicator, the spirit. Spirits of various shapes are flying and twisting on the wall. Bruno looked carefully and felt that these spirits looked like mosquitoes.
On the eaves of the temple wall, there were dried animal corpses hanging down, and there were bursts of fishy smell in the air. These were the voodoo ingredients being prepared, such as dried pythons that make people excited, eagle corpses that transfer demon souls, vulture wings that fight against black witchcraft, elephant tails that bless travel, and dried lizards that are used as medicine.
Bruno kept calling God in his heart while secretly looking 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 corpse odor: the altar.
The altar in front of the temple has three layers, and the top layer is the corpse of the sacrificed animal. Countless huge mosquitoes and flies gathered on the corpse, covering the corpse with a thick creeping coating. Bruno identified it for a long time before he determined that the sacrifice was a black goat. The voodoo symbol of the black goat is the breeding of offspring. It is a favorite sacrifice of various African tribes and the origin of the black goat of the forest in the later Cthulhu mythology.
And at the four corners of the altar were four spears, and on the top of the spears were four dried human heads. The dark heads still had gray hair, and the old and ferocious faces stared at Bruno quietly. The son of the noble was horrified.
Bruno was full of fear, but he couldn't help but look closely. There were more than a dozen old human heads on the second layer, most of which had turned into skulls over a long period of time. The third layer is composed of countless monkey and gorilla heads, with human-like faces. Each face has a different expression, some are strangely grinning, some are extremely sad, and most are staring with deathly fear.
"This is the altar of voodoo. The honorable voodoo high priest sacrificed a black goat to the elf voodoo, praying for the tribe's descendants to prosper! These four heads are the four most powerful black witchcraft priests in the nearby tribes. They were executed by the powerful voodoo high priest and contributed their magical heads as a medium to communicate with the elf voodoo.
The dozen skulls on the second layer are all from the evil black witchcraft priests, used to strengthen the altar's magic power. The hundreds of skulls on the third layer are from monkeys and gorillas, and they are used to attract the gathering of elf voodoo. The great voodoo high priest protects the tribe with white witchcraft. She is the incarnation of the elves in the world!"
The king's translator announced loudly with awe and pride that this is the greatest voodoo high priest of the Kingdom of Shelter, and the eternal inheritance from generation to generation protects the people of the tribe.
"This is Satan's altar. The evil and powerful apostles of Satan sacrificed the souls of humans and animals to Satan in exchange for the reproduction of the tribe's descendants! These four heads are the most powerful demon children in the nearby tribes. They use their evil and powerful heads to open the door to hell.
The dozen skulls on the second floor are all descendants of powerful demons, supporting the demons' passage to the human world. The third floor is the heads of monkeys and gorillas, providing the gathering of mana for black magic. The terrible apostle of Satan shrouds this land with black magic. She is the spokesperson of the devil in the world!"
When the words of the Feng tribe translator reached Bunoru's ears, he automatically converted 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 cross himself in fear and trembling.
"Meu deus! Omnipotent God! Please give me the power to defeat evil. I pray to you, pray for your blessing, and make a loyal promise. I will definitely return with the divine power, send all the demons back to hell, and purify all the uncleanness with fire! "
Despite his fear, Bruno still bravely moved forward. When he reached the entrance of the temple, he saw a row of masked voodoo warriors.
The voodoo warriors held sharp iron knives and wore tight cowhide hoods with only three holes for the eyes and nose. On the top of the hood was a pair of huge bull horns. This masked bull head shape represents that they have given everything they have to voodoo, and from now on they no longer have a self and a family, and they will never take off the mask again in this life.
Seeing the king and the foreigners coming from afar, a voodoo priest walked out of the temple to lead everyone. The voodoo priest wore a bright and terrifying red solid wood mask with a monkey skull inlaid on the top of the mask, and a finely woven There were hundreds of long braids of human hair hanging down to the ground. It was unknown how many people had used the raw materials. At this time, they were slowly dragging on the ground.
In voodoo beliefs, masks are the amplification of human spiritual power, and the skulls and human hair on the masks are decorations with natural power. A mask often accompanies the voodoo priest throughout her life, unless she is so powerful that she no longer needs a mask.
When the group entered the main hall of the temple, Bruno saw his Feng translator suddenly tremble violently, and uncontrollable fear appeared on his face. Following the translator's gaze, he saw a row of expressionless black men, their faces were blue, their eyes were stiff, their movements were slow and steady, and they stood quietly in front of the painting of the snake god.
"Zumbi! The god of pythons, the power of resurrection, the resurrection of the dead!" The Feng translator shouted to Bunoru in a low and trembling voice, saying words he could not understand.
The snake god has different names in different regions. It is called Dambala in West Africa and Zumbi in Congo in Central Africa. ". It means the totem of good luck, the god of pythons, and the power of resurrection, which is the most famous resurrected corpse in voodoo culture!
In the future, when the black slaves in Congo were captured by colonists and taken to the Caribbean Islands and Florida in North America, its name gradually evolved into "Zombie", which is the widely circulated American zombie in the future.
This kind of resurrected corpse really exists in history and reality, and the generally accepted view is that it is a living person in a state of suspended animation. The spirits of these people have been destroyed by the spiritual toxins mainly composed of pufferfish, but their body functions remain intact.
They can understand the commander's words based on their previous experience, eat, drink, defecate, sleep and live a normal life, work slowly and steadily, and handle simple mechanical work. Because they are not tired and painful, their bodies will age very quickly, usually only for a dozen years, and they will really die of exhaustion.
Bruno did not understand the concept of resurrected corpses. Therefore, his eyes were quickly attracted to the voodoo high priest in the center of the hall. .
This is an extremely old woman, she sits cross-legged on the ground, her head slightly lowered, her face cannot be seen clearly. She is wearing a simple robe, on which are carved extended pythons and countless small twisted patterns. Bruno thinks these patterns are very similar to those on the temple walls, and they should also be mosquitoes.
In front of the high priest is a huge voodoo box, and in his hand is a staff made of human bones. The top is a human skull, which comes from the most powerful previous high priest, and the handle is a human thigh bone. She puts several pale skulls of African horse monkeys on the divination wooden plate, and then carefully identifies the texture of the skull under the dim candlelight.
Hearing the footsteps of the crowd, the voodoo high priest raised her head. Time has taken away all the freshness on her skin, making her like a skeleton covered with human skin. The old skin overlaps with deep wrinkles, and there is no expression on her face. At this time, she is looking at the people who come in calmly with a pair of clear eyes.
"Respected high priest, may voodoo be united with you. "Entering the hall, the king and the warriors bowed their heads respectfully and saluted the high priest. Bruno struggled for a moment, and finally looked at the baskets of monkey heads in the hall with fear, and bowed his head to Satan's apostle.
"My child, the ancestors bless you!" The voodoo high priest raised the corners of her mouth, bringing out a kind smile. She looked at the white-skinned foreigner and looked at him carefully.
There was a silence in the temple hall. The king and the warriors were silent, and the Feng tribe translator trembled all over, but did not make a sound.
After a long time, Paul woke up from the intermittent coma and entered the chill period again. He trembled all over, his teeth trembled, and he shouted weakly and softly: "Fodesse! Cold, cold, I'm so cold!"
Everyone's eyes were focused on Paul. Bruno finally couldn't help but say: "Respected high priest, please help my companions heal the curse on their bodies!"
The voodoo high priest nodded slightly, and the masked priest came forward, grabbed Paul with strong hands, and placed him in front of the high priest. Looking at Paul who was constantly shaking and moving, the high priest frowned slightly. She opened the voodoo box, took out a small clay pot, mixed a little powder with her fingertips, and lightly sprinkled it into the mouth of Paul who was screaming.
With a speed that was almost visible to the naked eye, Paul quickly became quiet. 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 sap. To this are added the powdered skulls of infants, ground lizards and worms, and the poisonous juice from the backs of toads. These powerful nerve and body toxins, when properly proportioned, can achieve different effects such as poisoning, numbness, paralysis, suspended animation, tranquility, sleep aid, and pain relief.
Of course, only senior priests can master the specific ratio. Usually, the fresher the raw materials, the more powerful the medicinal powder will be. In the vast land of Africa, there is no shortage of magical animals and plants.
The Voodoo High Priest stretched out his skinny arms, held up Paul's sleeping head, opened the sailor's eyelids with his fingers, and carefully observed the whitened retinas. She shook her head gently.
"The power of the Ancestral God has invaded his mind. He has not survived the test of the Ancestral God. This man is hopeless."
So saying, the high priest laid Paul on the ground. She thought for a moment, took out a sharp sacrificial dagger, accurately captured the vein on Paul's arm, and made a slight cut. Blood immediately seeped out from the wound. Seeing this scene, Bruno felt impulsive. He wanted to rush forward and stop Satan's apostle, but he quickly lost the courage to face it.
The high priest took Paul's arm, stretched out his old tongue, and gently licked the blood from the wound.
"Huh? This smell"
A trace of surprise appeared on the high priest's old face.
She thought for a moment, then looked around at the foreigners, found the trembling Feng tribe interpreter among them, and smiled kindly.
"Child, come here and let me have a taste."
With enough knowledge accumulated over time, the high priest can directly speak the language of the Fon tribe.
The Feng clan translator suddenly lost his strength and fell to his knees. Shaking like chaff, he still obeyed the high priest's instructions and crawled to the high priest. Immediately, he seemed to remember something, pulled off the cross from his chest, then lowered his head and fell to the ground, offering his complete surrender.
The Voodoo High Priest dipped his fingers into some zombie powder, gently held up the Feng tribe interpreter's head, and rubbed it on the tip of his nose. Soon, the Feng clan translator stopped trembling. He remained awake, with a joyful smile on his face, meekly allowing himself to be manipulated by the high priest.
The Voodoo High Priest took the Feng tribe translator's arm and stroked it with the same precision. The bright red blood slowly seeped out, and the old tongue tasted it again, carefully considering the taste.
"Well, these foreigners are really different from us."
The Voodoo High Priest then looked at the Feng Clan translator kindly.
"Children, how long have you been in this land?"
"The days of two palms," the Feng tribe interpreter replied meekly.
"Really? Is that so? It seems really different to be so fast." The Voodoo High Priest thought thoughtfully and smiled meaningfully.
The high priest of Voodoo waved his hand and asked the Feng tribe to translate back, and the translator knelt and walked backwards until he was beside Bruno. Bruno trembled in his heart, and he prayed for God's power to protect him from the manipulation of Satan's apostles.
Then, the voodoo high priest waved and asked the priest to bring other foreigners up one after another. She tasted the blood of the aliens one after another, and her eyes became brighter and brighter. Until it was Bruno's turn.
"My child, you are very healthy! The Ancestral God did not choose you." The high priest looked at Bruno kindly and smelled his scent. The Feng clan translator meekly relayed the story beside him.
Bruno trembled all over, and he resisted the wetness and nausea that licked his arm with his tongue. God still gave him courage, and he faced Satan's apostle bravely and stubbornly.
"Your three companions did not survive the test of the Ancestral God, and the power of the Ancestral God invaded the brain. They are hopeless, leave them behind. The others are still in the test of life and death. There is a bottle of potion here, 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 eventually come until you die or merge with it!”
The high priest of voodoo looked at Bruno kindly. The child carried the greetings of the gods, temporarily delaying the arrival of the ancestor god. But in this land, everyone must go through the test of the ancestral gods. Death or life is absolutely inevitable!
"Three of your companions have been chosen by Satan, and Satan's power has completely corrupted them. They are hopeless and must sacrifice their souls to the devil. Others are also being corroded by the devil's power. Here is the devil's potion, Let you stay safe for a week. If you leave the devil's land and don't come back, you will be corrupted by the power of Satan and you will either die or become one of the devil's people!"
When the translated words fell into Bruno's ears, he once again understood everything according to his own ideas. He was shaking all over, fear welling up from deep inside his heart. He reluctantly 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 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. The strange smell spread and made people feel relieved.
The sailors were about to leave immediately, but Bruno remembered something and turned back.
"I want to take away the relics of my brothers."
The voodoo priest nodded kindly.
Bruno then stepped forward. He pulled Paul's arm away from his chest, put one hand into his good brother's arms and fumbled repeatedly, and finally took out two pure gold bracelets, an ivory, and a shining malachite from his arms.
The other sailors also suddenly realized, and they took away the relics of the remaining two sleeping sailors.
"Paul, my brother! Go with peace of mind. I will find your sister and take good care of her! If she is not dead yet." Bruno made a brotherly oath to Paul, took a last look at his brother's peaceful sleeping face, and turned to leave.
The sailors almost fled and ran away from the temple. The Feng tribe translator also quietly followed them away. When he left the temple and saw the sunlight, Bruno prayed devoutly to the cross in his heart and promised.
"Meu deus! God, the almighty! Please forgive our sins and save us from the fire of hell. Please lead the souls of everyone, especially those who need your mercy, to heaven! I will definitely return with divine power, send Satan's apostles to hell forever, and purify the devil's land in the flames! Tenho saudades! I miss you! Goodbye, my brother."
Looking at the fleeing aliens, thinking of the pair of blood-stained gold bracelets just now, the voodoo high priest frowned. She had a premonition of something ominous.
"Prepare the altar. I will hold a sacrifice and divination to ask the great ancestor god about the future!" The high priest ordered his attendants.
The priest with a bright red mask saluted respectfully. She took a basket of monkey, gorilla and leopard skulls, and then went outside to provide more mana media for the altar.
At this time, King Nziga Nkuwu, who had been watching silently, finally asked.
"Respected 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 is invisible and intangible, but he is always by our side. The ancestor god has given us boundless power and given us the test of life and death. In the test, he has evolved our bodies, our blood, and our souls. The ancestor god has long been one with us!
The ancestor god ruthlessly tests us and also protects us with kindness. He has cast an endless barrier on this warm land and promised 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 god. This is the land given to us by the ancestor god!"
As he said this, the voodoo high priest stood up, holding a human bone staff and a powerful voodoo box, and slowly walked towards the altar outside the main hall. The temple priests took off the clothes of the three foreigners and then directed the resurrected corpses. These expressionless strong men slowly picked up the sleeping naked foreigners and followed closely behind the high priest.
The king also followed silently with the warriors.
The altar had been cleaned, the black goat was removed, and the bottom floor was filled with skulls of various animals. The masked priest commanded the resurrected corpse to put a comatose white-skinned foreigner on the 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 were made of male mosquitoes and added with unknown herbs.
The voodoo high priest stretched out her right hand to the sky, and countless blood-sucking female mosquitoes gathered. Her right hand was instantly covered by mosquitoes, and more mosquitoes gathered into a group and spun around her, forming a black mist visible to the naked eye. These mosquitoes were unexpectedly docile, and did not suck blood, but accompanied the high priest calmly. The flying mosquitoes brought a breeze, blowing the high priest's robes, as if accompanying the messenger of God.
The king and the warriors bowed their heads in fear and saluted the voodoo high priest. The voice of the high priest seemed to come from the distant wind.
"Look, these beautiful elves, these messengers of the ancestors. In the warm sunshine, beside the quiet pond, billions of elves are guarding us and the land of the ancestors. They are so kind, bringing the test of the ancestors to everyone, allowing the people of the ancestors to stay and taking the foreigners away forever. The elves will never stop guarding our land!"
The voodoo priest's old face showed an unusually bright smile. She drank a bottle of divination potion in one gulp. The hallucinogenic mushrooms and herbs made her eyes begin to confuse, and the mosquitoes flew in strange and meaningless shapes.
"Let's start!" The high priest called softly.
The voodoo priest with a red mask raised the sacrificial dagger without hesitation, and cut blood marks on the face, arms, chest, and thighs of the first white-skinned foreigner. The bloody smell spread immediately.
The mosquitoes gathered around the high priest paused neatly, then suddenly turned around and pounced on the foreign sacrifice on the altar. The white skin was almost instantly covered by the black mosquitoes, which danced violently in the air, sucking fresh blood.
The voodoo high priest was in a trance, and the dance of the mosquitoes was like a blurred picture. In the boundless illusion, she saw the white-skinned terror coming from the northwest, riding a huge sailing ship, carrying a roaring weapon that could spit fire, and cruelly destroying everything along the coast. Then, they went ashore and greedily robbed the wealth of the land, gold, silver, gems, ivory, and spices.
"Is that so? Is that so? The white-skinned foreigners are about to come from the sea. They bring ruthless killing and destruction. They plunder the wealth of the land."
The mosquitoes sucked the sleeping foreigners crazily at a rate of 40 ml per second. The total amount of blood in the human body is only 5000 ml. In just two minutes, the foreigners turned into mummies calmly and peacefully in the anesthetic toxins secreted by mosquitoes. The mosquitoes gradually calmed down from the rage.
"Not enough, not enough, continue, I want to see more!"
The second sacrifice was also sent to the altar, also covered with wounds, and also covered with black by mosquitoes, and the sky continued to dance with changing shapes.
The voodoo priest saw hallucinations again. The white-skinned foreigners occupied the inland towns, but then fell one after another in the test of the ancestor god. They evacuated the rainforest in a panic, shouting the devil's land, and then took away all the wealth and the people of the ancestor god. The people of the ancestor god were transported to the huge sailing ship and headed west. The spirits of the ancestor god also followed on the ship and sailed to the unknown west.
"Is that so? Is that so? The white-skinned foreigners could not bear the test of the ancestor god. They captured the people of the ancestor god and took the spirits of the ancestor god to the west to continue!"
Paul was finally sent to the altar. He smiled peacefully, and in his smile, he lived happily with his sister and brother Bruno, forgetting all the sins he had committed. Then the endless swarm of mosquitoes swooped down and brought him eternal sleep.
The voodoo priest couldn't help but get closer to the mosquitoes, she wanted to see more clearly.
The people of the ancestor god died all the way and fell into the sea until the end of the sailing ship, which was another continent. The continent also has warm sunshine, tranquil water pools, and ever-warm jungles. The people of the ancestor god were put down there, wearing shackles and chains, working hard in the fields, and the white-skinned people cut off their hands and feet and cut their throats at will. However, before the people of the ancestor god, the spirits of the ancestor god had already set off. They multiplied infinitely in the water pools, and then flew to the distant place promised by the ancestor god.
"Is that so? Is that so? The white-skinned people took the people of the ancestor god to the equally warm land in the west. The spirits of the ancestor god also multiplied together. Not enough, not enough, I want to see more!"
The voodoo priest finally walked up to the altar. The mosquitoes surrounded her densely, like docile pets.
"I have gone through ninety rainy seasons, and my soul will return to voodoo at any time. Let me use my blood to see the future predicted by the ancestor god."
The voodoo priest murmured to herself. She took off her robes, revealing her shriveled and skinny body, and then waved the sacrificial dagger without hesitation, cutting her upper body with blood.
The mosquitoes paused for a moment, and finally went wild again. They were like pets devouring their masters, and instantly covered the high priest. The skinny body held even less blood, and in less than half a minute, the voodoo high priest fell into a hallucination before death.
She saw the mosquitoes multiplying infinitely in the rainforest, and then flew deep into the jungle. Where the spirits of the ancestor gods flew, everything was changed forever. Countless yellow-skinned natives fell in despair due to repeated fever and pain, and white-skinned foreigners could not stay here for long.
Only the people of the ancestor gods, only the black-skinned ethnic groups, can really take root! They multiply endlessly on this vast land, grow stronger in difficulties, and the ethnic group becomes more and more prosperous, until the distant hopeful future!
"Is that so? Is that so? The spirit of the ancestor god has forever changed the land under the sun, and the people of the ancestor god have multiplied and grown on the land with great difficulty! Using the sacrifice of our flesh and blood in exchange for the land where our people take root and the prosperous future of our people, this is the blessing of the ancestor god!"
"So that's it! The promised land of the ancestor god is in the west."
The voodoo high priest murmured to herself, facing the land in the west, her face full of tranquility and satisfaction before death. She smiled, and finally opened her mouth, licking the spirit of the ancestor god, and fell down in the prophecy of the ancestor god, leaving no regrets. Under her were the shriveled bodies of Paul and other sailors.
Looking at the final sacrifice of the voodoo high priest, the king fell into unbelievable shock and joy.
"The high priest is completely crazy! This terrible old woman actually sacrificed herself! She finally died! I will never allow such a high priest to appear again. The foreigners are right. The power of the king should not be interfered with by the priests! I want to convert to the merciful cross-column god!"
And thousands of miles away in the west, the morning sun has just risen from Lake Texcoco, lighting up the great lake city of Tenochtitlan. Accompanied by the respectful chief priest Quetzal, an extremely old man walked out of the majestic temple and frowned to the northwest. Just now, Quetzal brought him the news of Tisok's death.
In a distant mountain camp, Shulot looked at the morning sun in the east and sighed softly.
Now, the Europeans should have arrived in Congo and opened Pandora's box. Malaria mosquitoes and Aedes mosquitoes will come with the European fleet and fly to the warm and hot American rain forest, turning the now populated tropical area into a desolate and dangerous human extinction.
In 1519, when the Spanish first explored the Amazon River Basin, it was still a place with abundant water and grass, and a thriving population. Countless tribes survived on the abundant tropical food.
A hundred years later, when the British and French explorers came again, it was already a deserted dead area, and the Indians disappeared. Two-thirds of the white explorers also died of malaria and yellow fever on the way and had to return halfway.
Anopheles mosquitoes bring fatal malaria, and Aedes mosquitoes bring fatal yellow fever and dengue fever. Where these African mosquitoes pass, the rainforests of America are reshaped and are no longer suitable for the Indians and whites to live!
From the Brazilian rainforest to the Amazon rainforest, to Venezuela and Colombia in South America, to Panama, Nicaragua, Honduras, Guatemala in Central America, and then Cuba, Haiti, Dominican Republic, and the Caribbean Islands, and even Louisiana and Florida in North America!
Wherever the tropical rainforests are covered, wherever the African mosquitoes fly, malaria, yellow fever and dengue fever will always exist in the tropics and will never leave. The yellow-skinned compatriots in the tropical rain forest will die powerlessly and desperately, and the Indians will no longer be able to reproduce and grow, and they will not even be able to gain a foothold.
The tropical rain forests in America will no longer belong to the homes of the Indians, nor will they be the land where white people reproduce. They will always belong to the black-skinned ethnic groups! Even after another three hundred years, the white colonists can only huddle in the clean towns in the tropics, and hand over the farmland, mountains, 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 black African ancestral gods!
Yesterday I saw a lot of pictures and videos of African voodoo, but the psychological shadow was too big, causing nightmares. Haha, I feel like I can also write fantasy. Malaria mosquitoes and Aedes mosquitoes are very scary creatures. They really changed the course of the world, and Africans have therefore taken root in the tropical Americas, including the United States. Well, the Age of Discovery has come to an end, and European religion, maritime exploration, black African religion, and tropical diseases have all been talked about. Return to Central America tomorrow and start the protagonist's conquest. By the way, please recommend a super big chapter!