"Ancestor! What on earth is happening? Why is thunder falling from the sky?!"
"Evil demons! The evil demons have landed! Ah! They are spewing thunder and flame!"
Soon, two hundred Castilian soldiers and sailors, full of resentment, armed to the teeth, landed on the shore. Just one round of matchlock guns completely crushed the reluctant resistance of the Saban Tribe. Then came the ruthless expeditionary soldiers, shouting venting-like killing slogans.
"Kill these heathens who worship demons! It's they who summoned the demon, and harmed our mercenary brothers!"
"For the Almighty! For the deceased veterans... Holy War Veterans Corps, behead these heathens, and pile them into small hills!"
"Haha! These goods are all for us sailors! Women too!..."
"Seize these strong men! Send them to San Juan Bay, to build the castle for the Queen!..."
