Chapter 2284 – 2284. God’S Atlantis
Montezuma didn’t close the communication screen, watching the ships anchored on the coast. Sailors and slaves were disembarking from the vessels.
“The slaves’ attire is different.”
“Ah. They are soldiers of the Shogunate.”
“Shogunate?”
“A civilization that waged war with us for dominance of the island. Do you know of Japan?”
“I know that much. I have knowledge up to the modern era.”
“The leader of the Shogunate was Japanese. Those swords are their weapons called katanas. I will present them to you as a gift.”
“…Okay. Thank you.”
They didn’t seem particularly helpful. Still, he accepted them since they were free.
“Haha. Then, next time we shall communicate by letter. I wish your nation victory.”
“The sacrifices are few. Not even 100. Bring more sacrifices. To weaken the Super-American forces, at least 2,000 sacrifices are needed.”
“Are you saying you want to offer 2,000 people as human sacrifices at once? That’s an absurd request.”
“The enemy numbers in the tens of thousands. And they are not just ordinary soldiers. They are warriors seasoned in battle. Though they are women, they do not menstruate. Their trained bodies are superior to ordinary men. Each one is an elite soldier. To withstand them, we have no choice but to offer thousands as human sacrifices.”
“…Indeed. Your voice lacks strength. You must have suffered greatly. I understand. I will send you the slaves.”
“Send them as quickly as possible. The Aztecs are already cornered.”
The conversation with Great Britain ended.
• • •
The mercenaries sent by the United States arrived. Including merchants and envoys, there were over 1,200 people in total. Among them, about 1,000 were American mercenaries. All were armed with iron.
Montezuma took it in stride. Armed with iron? Here in the jungle? That armor would be more of a hindrance. Just running around for an hour would be enough to exhaust them in the jungle.
What caught his eye more were the wooden boxes the Americans brought. The boxes were filled with gunpowder. There were 200 of those boxes. They wouldn’t have been able to move them without the wagons they brought.
“What is the reason for bringing so much gunpowder?”
“Leader of the Aztecs. Do not fear. This gunpowder is solely for killing the barbarians of Super-America. We will set up traps in suitable locations. If we are lucky, we can wipe out 100,000 at once.”
“Does having gunpowder mean you also have guns?”
“Unfortunately, guns are still under development. May the Divine Emperor pray for our success.”
“I will speak to the First Sun. I sincerely hope you succeed.”
Montezuma offered the slaves as human sacrifices.
And half a year later.
The mercenaries’ operation was successful, but they were annihilated, not surviving.
There was one reason. Super-America dispatched 200,000 soldiers. They succeeded in killing 120,000, but the remaining 80,000 advanced without stopping. The Aztecs fought to the end, but their capital was surrounded.
An Eagle Warrior approached him with a sorrowful face.
“Where are the nobles?! Where are the warriors?! When will reinforcements arrive?!”
“…Your Majesty. They have all fled. There are only 7,000 people left in the capital. Less than 2,000 are warriors capable of fighting.”
“To flee even so! The nobles don’t even think of fighting…!”
“Your Majesty. This is how it came to be after fighting. Thanks to them, the enemy, who numbered 80,000, has been reduced by half. Even so, there are still 40,000.”
Montezuma gritted his teeth.
Yes. He knew it too. The scale was impossible. There was a limit to the population here. If the population decreased, the number of new births would naturally decrease. That was the natural order. But that natural order didn’t apply to Super-America.
100,000 died?
The birth rate doesn’t drop. The ones in charge of births are the goblins in the goblin farms. And what makes that possible is the ancient legacy called the Hatchery.
‘To defeat Super-America, we must destroy the Hatchery. But… it’s impossible. We can’t even mount a proper counterattack, so how can we attack Super-America’s capital?’
Britain and the United States cannot be contacted. They supported the Aztecs too late. If they had supported the Aztecs at least 10 years, no, 20 years ago, they wouldn’t have been pushed back so helplessly.
‘Now, the choices left to me are….’
Fight to the end. Or commit suicide.
Montezuma picked up his weapon. He couldn’t let the end of the Aztecs be so anticlimactic.
It was then. The 40,000 enemy soldiers surrounding the capital shouted in unison.
“Hear ye, the Divine Emperor of the Aztecs! Disarm and surrender. We will spare your lives.”
Nonsense. But they were simple-minded and cruel women. They didn’t avoid unnecessary fights. Rather, they were the kind of people who would create unnecessary fights.
‘Spare my life? In this world, the leader of another civilization is an enemy who must be killed.’
Because killing other leaders is the goal of the participants.
To capture and humiliate me? Is there any value in that? After pondering, Montezuma soon found the answer.
‘…Most of the Aztec territory is jungle. Resources are abundant, but the jungle makes governance difficult. Even Super-America, can they really govern all of the vast Aztec territory? It’s impossible. But they will want the abundant resources of the Aztecs…. A colony, then. They intend to use me to suck up the resources of the Aztecs.’
It was humiliating. But also an opportunity.
“…I surrender. Warriors, disarm yourselves.”
“Your Majesty?!”
“An opportunity will come someday. I will swallow this humiliation and wait for that day.”
The Eagle Warrior lowered his head and shed tears.
Montezuma stepped forward proudly. And he was captured by the Super-American soldiers and transported to New York.
• • •
Before me was Montezuma, the leader of the Aztecs. He was a grimy middle-aged man. He looked tired, probably from the hardships he had endured on his way here. Well, he probably didn’t actually suffer. Unless it was a turn or a war, time just flew by.
He was kneeling, and I was sitting on a chair above the stairs, looking down at him. Around me, the female council members of Dongtan glared coldly at Montezuma.
I handed him a prepared document.
-The Aztecs will do whatever Super-America orders.
“Stamp it.”
“……”
Montezuma glared at me, then stamped the document.
“From now on, I will send workers to the Aztecs. I will develop the gold mines of the Aztecs, and I will have all the rights to them.”
“…Gold mines. More gold mines. The United States, Britain, and now you, why are you so obsessed with gold mines? In this world, iron mines are more valuable than gold mines, aren’t they?”
“What? Didn’t the United States tell you? If there’s a market, you can buy civilization points with gold.”
“What?!”
Montezuma, startled, widened his eyes. His face was so funny, it looked like his eyeballs would pop out.
“Now you know how important gold is. You fool. Heh heh. Ah, and did you say Britain? It seems like a new civilization. Tell me everything you know.”
“…Damn it. There’s no one to trust.”
“You weren’t really trusting them anyway, so stop whining.”
“……”
Montezuma spoke about Britain. The Great Britain civilization. The leader is the owner of the Holy Sword.
‘When you say Holy Sword, Excalibur is famous. The owner of Excalibur is King Arthur. But King Arthur is a woman. The owner of the Holy Sword this guy mentioned is a man. Is someone else pretending to be Arthur?’
I couldn’t be sure of their identity just by their title.
Even I have the title of ‘Guardian of the Vagina.’
‘The Holy Sword isn’t just Excalibur. They could be an exile like me.’
I couldn’t be sure until I met them in person.
Montezuma didn’t know much about Great Britain either.
“The United States civilization has already developed gunpowder. You should be careful. No matter how large your population is, you are nothing in front of firearms.”
I scoffed at him.
“Just gunpowder? I can make gunpowder anytime.”
Especially since I can go back to reality and use the internet. If I search the internet, I can find out how to make gunpowder. Even if not, I can go to an expert and ask how to make primitive gunpowder, and I’ll get an answer.
Just because you have gunpowder doesn’t mean you can immediately make firearms. Because there’s a system. To make firearms, you have to build up the technology step by step. Especially for something as influential as firearms, it seems like the system manages it carefully.
“More than that, you will have to perform sacrifices for me from now on. I will give you sacrifices, so perform human sacrifices to develop technology. Of course, the developed technology will be handed over to us. Ah, and produce food too. And all the men of the Aztecs will be castrated.”
“…Castrated? Surely, not me.”
“There are no exceptions.”
“Damn it! Just kill me instead!”
“Be grateful that I’m not making you a pregnant slave.”
The guy who looked into my eyes nodded, knowing I was serious. He trembled, covering his crotch with both hands.
• • •
「10 years have been skipped.」
「Year 190 of the era.」
「You have acquired 1 civilization point!」
「You have acquired 6 civilization points as interest!」
「Current civilization points: 66」
「Current population: 1,769,136」
Ten years had passed, and Super-America had developed further.
The units of the increasing population had also changed dramatically. Before 100 years passed, the population would surely exceed ten million. After that, it would increase even faster.
‘But there are limits.’
The food problem was holding us back.
‘The good thing is that the Hatchery is also reaching its limit.’
With many births and in-vitro fertilizations, the Hatchery’s processing speed was becoming strained. We would have to expand the Hatchery soon. Otherwise, growth would stop.
‘I also need to reorganize the goblin farms and goblin breeding grounds. There’s a lot to do.’
「One of the participants has been eliminated! Current participants: 11」
It seems that civilizations are clashing elsewhere as well.
