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The usually calm Sea Surface seemed to have become more turbulent in recent days.
Xiao Xiao's injuries were healing well, and she would soon be able to walk again. Meanwhile, the bowl had almost completely lost its spiritual energy, and it seemed that only Furball had grown significantly.
So, we spent quite some time on this island.
One day, Furball ran out to the beach alone, each time bringing back some fish to eat. This time, however, he appeared extremely flustered and even a bit terrified, rushing up from the sand and shouting at me, "Brother! Something's wrong! Big trouble!"
Seeing him like that made me chuckle; when did this guy become so cowardly? I asked, "Furball, what happened? You look scared!"
Furball stood up and pointed a paw at the beach. "There are several Canoes over there! I counted at least three or four—no, maybe five or six!"
Had he been so scared that he couldn't even count the boats? Later, I found out there were only three.
I said, "What's so scary about that?"
However, Furball seemed either stunned or frightened into silence, trembling and mumbling incoherently. Seeing him like this startled me as well. What could possibly scare him this much?
I took a deep breath and asked carefully, "Furball, what exactly did you see?" Furball replied, "A lot of Kunlun Slaves with hair on their heads! It's terrifying! My ancestors were killed by Kunlun Slaves!"
Kunlun Slaves originated from legends of the Tang Dynasty; they were a group of black people known for their loyalty to their masters. According to legend, a white creature descended during the Tang Dynasty but was killed by a Kunlun Slave. Thus, Bai Ze held a great fear of them. In reality, the Kunlun Slaves of the Tang Dynasty were curly-haired black people from the Malay Peninsula who were sold into slavery in Guangzhou.
I smiled calmly; with my current strength, I had no fear of them. "That's nothing to worry about. With me here, Furball, why are you scared?" Furball quickly nodded in agreement. "Brother! You can tell me to face death; I trust you!"
"Furball, you stay here and protect Xiao Xiao. I'm going to check on those unfriendly newcomers." Furball seemed a bit fearful, but after a moment of thought, he nodded and replied, "Okay! Brother, you can trust me with everything here!"
I picked up the Azure Dark Sword and handed a dagger to Furball. I planned to find a higher vantage point to observe the situation. We climbed onto a large rock, and what came into view was a vast sea with about twenty Indigenous People arriving, seemingly accompanied by several captured Pitiful Worms. They had three Canoes with them. It appeared that their purpose for coming here was to hold a victory feast using these three living sacrifices. They likely intended to kill them for a ritual sacrifice, a brutal activity known as the Sun Festival!
Spanish records state: "Before dawn, the prisoners destined for sacrifice were brought out, lined up in four rows. One row was transported from one island to another; this journey of death was infused with a mysterious Soul Ascension ritual. It took them four or more hours to execute all the prisoners, with rivers of blood flowing, congealing into clots after cooling—an eerie sight. Once the ritual was complete, they severed the limbs and heads of the victims, consuming the limbs during the celebration while hanging the heads from beams; they did not eat the bodies but fed them to wild beasts."
They chose a low Coast area surrounded by dense forest for their landing.
As they reached the shore, they performed a series of mysterious dances, bowing and dancing towards the sun. It struck me as strange. It seemed like a prayer ritual for Soul Ascension, an expression of worship towards the sun—a true display of sorcery rather than mere dance!
Their subsequent actions were utterly appalling; they dragged three trembling prisoners from the boat. With their massive Stone Axes, they struck one prisoner on the head, causing it to roll away as blood gushed forth. The other two prisoners were so terrified that they lost control of themselves.
"Let's go! Take down those Indigenous People!"
After all, we were quite familiar with this island. I planned to weave through the forest and launch a surprise attack on these Indigenous People.
As I moved forward, some thoughts nearly swayed me into giving up. They had their own cultural customs; even if they killed a few people, it was part of their tradition—not my place to intervene! But then I remembered that these people were unreasonable and danger could strike us at any moment.
They might threaten me, but I couldn't afford to lose any more friends! Therefore, these savages had to die; according to the theory of karma, their indiscriminate killings had long crossed a line. I could overlook their actions while guarding order until I encountered them directly—then I had no choice but to intervene!
However, I pondered what mission I had, what reason or necessity compelled me to spill blood and attack these people? They had neither harmed me nor intended to do so. To me, they were innocent. Their barbaric customs were merely their misfortune; these Tribal People remained trapped in ignorance and savagery. My heart was in turmoil!
As I continued forward, these thoughts tangled around me. Ultimately, I decided to observe their methods first; if there was something that warranted action, then I would have no choice but to strike! If it was merely a ritual, then their deities would handle it accordingly.
Determined, I swiftly maneuvered through the forest, with the bowl closely following behind me, moving cautiously and silently forward. We continued until we reached the edge of the woods, where we were closest to them, separated only by a few trees at the corner of the forest.
We were about fifty meters away from them, a distance that provided a clear vantage point to observe their actions. A shocking scene unfolded before us; in the roughly twenty minutes since we arrived, they were gathered around a fire, feasting on the flesh of a captive. Another captive lay not far from them on the sandy ground, bound hand and foot.
And he was an Asian, not one of the locals. He must have ventured out and been captured by these natives. I held no particular prejudice against races; it was their brutal actions across racial lines that infuriated me!
I saw an Asian man naked and tied to the ground, his body pierced with several knives, seemingly crying out in agony, already on the brink of death! At that moment, my anger surged uncontrollably, but I forced myself to suppress it and took more than twenty steps back to a patch of low bushes. Using the cover of these bushes, I made my way behind a large tree. There was a rise there, about ten meters away from those savages.
My fury was uncontainable; I decided it was time to intervene!
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