The night at San Juan Port was not peaceful. The noise and clamor of sailors, indulgence, and quarrels were like sailing on the choppy sea, venting some underlying fear. However, the two hundred Holy War veterans, like ballast in the ship's hold, kept the entire port outpost within a range of order. As long as they were there, the sky of this port could not change!
"Merciful Almighty! Please guide these brave souls who died at the hands of the Devil Barbarians... Even if their heads are not present, let their deeds of spreading the glory of the Almighty lead them to Heaven!~~"
When the long night passed and dawn arrived, there were six more cross tombs in front of the wooden church. Priest Ramon knelt before the wooden shrine of the church and prayed devoutly for a long time. It was not until several expedition leaders gathered at the church that he stopped praying to participate in the meeting with the officers and leaders.
