After hearing what the king said, Bruno was a little repulsed: Going to meet a pagan voodoo high priest on indigenous land? This is equivalent to meeting an apostle of Satan in the devil's land, fraught with the risk of soul corruption!
King Nziga Nkuwu saw the foreigner's hesitation. He thought for a moment and persuaded.
"I heard that your friends are experiencing the curse of the ancestor gods. This is a test of life and death! Only the high priest of Voodoo has the ability to help you and let you survive the test."
Hearing this, Bruno's heart moved. He thought of Paul's painful struggle, sighed softly, and nodded.
Immediately, 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 warriors. Paul and two other completely ill sailors were carried by native warriors.
Under the equatorial sunshine, the three people who fell ill were wrapped tightly in woolen blankets. They had just experienced half an hour of chills and shivering. Their skin was covered with goosebumps, their lips and nails were blue, their faces were as pale as snow, and their whole bodies and teeth were shaking and trembling.
Except for Bruno, the other five sailors traveling with him all had similar symptoms of chills and fever, but the degree was relatively mild.
"What a curse from the devil! The merciful Virgin protects us!" Bruno crossed himself on his chest again. He was completely convinced 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 period of fever, this time the fever lasted for a full 9 hours! In order to control his violent struggle, everyone had to tie him to two logs before they could continue moving forward while he screamed in pain.
After a long time, Paul finally got through the terrible fever period. He was sweating profusely, his clothes were soaked, and the ferocious look on his face slowly eased. Uncontrollable sleepiness came over him, and he fell asleep peacefully on the log carried by the natives.
"Meudeus! My God!" Bruno crossed himself, and the pagan temples and altars finally appeared in front of him.
The temple is made of wood and is not very tall. The Voodoo symbol, a white flag, is planted on the top of the temple, symbolizing the white witchcraft and healing of Voodoo. The original meaning of Voodoo "Vodu" is God, spirit, that is, everything has a soul. Only the soul that communicates with all things can affect the changes in nature's misfortunes and blessings.
The most obvious thing on the walls of the temple is the carving of a snake. This is the main god of voodoo belief, the snake god. In addition, the most important soul communicators, elves, are painted in black paint on the walls. Elves of various shapes dance and twist on the walls. Bruno looked carefully and felt that these elves looked like mosquitoes.
Dried animal carcasses hung from the eaves of the temple walls, and there were waves of fishy smell in the air. These were the voodoo raw materials being processed, such as dried pythons that made people excited, and eagle carcasses that transferred demon souls. , vulture wings against black magic, elephant tails to bless travel, lizards dried for medicinal purposes...
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 corpse odor: the altar.
The altar in front of the temple has three levels, with sacrificed animal carcasses placed on the top. Countless giant mosquitoes and flies gathered on the corpse, covering it with a thick, crawling coating. Bruno identified it for a long time before confirming that the sacrifice was a black goat. The voodoo symbol of the black goat is the nurturing of future generations. It is a favorite sacrifice in various African tribes and is also the origin of the black goat of the forest in the Cthulhu mythology in later generations.
There were four spears stuck in the four corners of the altar, and on top of the spears were four dried human heads. The dark heads still had gray hair. The old and ferocious face looked at Bruno quietly. The noble son felt terrified in his heart.
Bruno was filled with fear, but couldn't help but take a closer look. On the second floor were more than a dozen withered human heads, most of which had turned into skulls over a long period of time. The third layer is filled with the heads of countless monkeys and orangutans, with human-like faces. Each face has a different expression, either a strange grin, or extremely sad, and most of them have faces with wide eyes. Deathly horror.
"This is the altar of voodoo. The distinguished high priest of voodoo sacrificed black goats to the elf voodoo to pray for the descendants of the tribe to prosper! These four heads are the four most powerful priests of black voodoo in the nearby tribes. .They were executed by the powerful Voodoo High Priest and donated their heads full of magic as a medium to communicate with the elves Voodoo.
The dozen skulls on the second level all come from evil black magic priests and are used to increase the magic power of the altar. The hundreds of heads on the third floor are from monkeys and orangutans, which are used to attract the gathering of elves and voodoo... The great voodoo high priest uses white witchcraft to protect the tribe. She is the incarnation of elves in the world! "
The king's translator loudly announced, full of awe and pride, that this was the greatest voodoo high priest in the Kingdom of Sanctuary, and that the people of the tribe had been protected by the ancient inheritance from generation to generation.
"This is the altar of Satan. The evil and powerful Satan apostles sacrificed the souls of humans and animals to Satan in exchange for the reproduction of the descendants of the tribe! These four heads are the most powerful demon sons in the nearby tribes. They use their evil and powerful head, opening the door to hell.
The dozen skulls on the second floor are all descendants of powerful demons, supporting the demon's passage to the human world. The third layer is the heads of monkeys and orangutans, which provide a gathering of mana for black magic... The terrible Satan apostle covers this land with black magic, and she is the spokesperson of the devil in the world!"
When the translated words reached Bunoru's ears, he automatically converted the indigenous 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.
"Meudeus! O omnipotent God! Please give me the power to defeat evil. I pray to you, pray for your blessing, and make a faithful promise. I will definitely return with divine power and destroy all the devils. Send him back to hell and purify all uncleanness with fire!"
Despite the fear in his heart, Bruno moved forward bravely. When I reached the entrance of the temple, I saw a row of masked voodoo warriors in front of me.
The voodoo warriors are armed with long sharp iron knives and wear tight cowhide hoods with only three holes left for the eyes and nose. On the top of the hood is a pair of huge horns. This masked cow head shape represents that they have given everything to voodoo, no longer have self and family, and will never take off the mask again in this life.
Seeing the arrival of the king and the foreigners from a distance, a voodoo priest walked out of the temple to greet everyone. The voodoo priest wears a bright and scary red solid wood mask, with a monkey skull inlaid on the top of the mask. Behind the mask are finely woven human hair braids. There are hundreds of long braids hanging down to the ground. I don’t know how many people’s raw materials were used, and they were slowly being dragged on the ground.
In voodoo belief, the mask is an amplification of human spiritual power, and the skull and human hair on the mask are decorations with natural power. A mask often stays with a voodoo priest throughout her life, unless she is so powerful that she no longer needs the mask.
A group of people entered the main hall of the temple. Bruno saw his Feng tribe interpreter suddenly trembling 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, and their movements were slow and steady. They stood quietly in front of the painting of the snake god.
"Zumbi! The god of pythons, the power to bring the dead back to life, the resurrected corpse!" The Feng tribe interpreter shouted to Bunoru in a low and trembling voice, saying words that he could not understand.
The snake god has different names in different regions. It is called Dambala in West Africa and Zumbi in Congo, Central Africa. It means a totem that represents good luck, the god of pythons, and also represents the power of resurrecting the dead, which is the most famous resurrected corpse in voodoo culture!
In the future, when the black slaves in the Congo were captured by the colonists and brought to the Caribbean Islands and Florida in North America, their name gradually evolved into "Zombie", which will be the American zombie that will be widely circulated in the future.
This kind of resurrected corpse does exist in history and reality, and it is generally accepted that it is a living person in a state of suspended animation. The spirits of these people have been destroyed by the influence of mental toxins, mainly pufferfish, but their physical functions remain intact.
They can understand the commander's words based on their previous experience, eat, drink, sleep and live a normal life, work slowly and steadily, and handle simple mechanical tasks. Due to tirelessness and pain, their bodies will age extremely quickly, and they can usually only be used for a dozen years before they truly fail and die.
Bruno didn't understand the concept of a resurrected corpse. Therefore, his eyes were quickly attracted by the voodoo high priest in the middle of the hall.
This was an unusually old woman. She was sitting cross-legged on the ground, her head hanging slightly, and her face could not be seen clearly. She was draped in a simple cassock, which was engraved with extended pythons and countless small and twisted patterns. Bruno felt that these patterns were very similar to those on the temple walls, and they should also be mosquitoes.
There is a huge voodoo box in front of the high priest, and in his hand is a staff made of human bones. The top is a human skull, from the last high priest with the most powerful magic, and the handle of the staff is a human thigh bone. She placed several pale skulls of African horse monkeys on the divination wooden plate, and then carefully discerned the texture of the skulls under the dim candlelight.
Hearing the footsteps of everyone, the Voodoo High Priest raised his head. Time has taken away all the freshness from her skin, leaving her like a skeleton covered in human skin. The old skin overlapped with deep wrinkles, and there was no expression on his face. At this time, she was looking at the people who came in calmly with a pair of eyes that were not cloudy.
"Dear high priest, may voodoo be one with you." Entering the hall, the king and warriors bowed their heads respectfully and saluted the high priest. Bruno struggled internally for a moment, and finally took a fearful look at the baskets of monkey heads in the hall, but bowed his head and saluted the apostle of Satan.
"My children, the ancestor gods protect you!" The corners of the voodoo priest's mouth raised with a kind smile. She looked at the fair-skinned foreigner carefully.
There was silence in the temple hall. The king and warriors were silent, and the Feng clan interpreter was trembling all over, but he didn't even make a sound.
After a long time, Paul woke up from the intermittent coma and entered the chill stage again. His whole body was shaking, his teeth were chattering, and he screamed weakly and softly: "Foda-se! Cold, cold, I'm so cold!"
All eyes were focused on Paul. Bruno finally couldn't help but said: "Dear high priest, please help my companions cure the curse on them!"
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 juice. 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." Time has accumulated enough knowledge, and the high priest can directly speak the language of the Feng 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 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?... So fast... It seems really different..." The Voodoo High Priest thought thoughtfully and smiled meaningfully.
The high priest of Voodoo waved his hand and asked the Feng clan interpreter to go back. The interpreter 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 the light in 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. 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 We can temporarily guarantee your safety within a week. Go away and don’t come back. No matter what, the test of the Ancestral 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. Leave the devil's land and don't come back. As long as you are in the devil's land, 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's potion in Bruno's hand with a complicated expression. After hesitating for a moment, the remaining five sailors drank the emerald green potion one after another. The strange smell spread and made people feel soothed.
The sailors were about to leave immediately. Bruno remembered something and turned back.
"I want to take away the relics of my brothers."
The Voodoo High Priest nodded kindly.
Only then did Bruno step forward. He forcefully opened Paul's arm that was protecting his chest, put a hand into his good brother's arms and groped repeatedly, and finally took out two pure gold bracelets, an ivory piece, and a shining peacock. stone.
The other sailors also suddenly realized that they took away the belongings of the two remaining sleeping sailors.
"Paul, my brother! Don't worry, I will find your sister and take good care of her! If she is not dead yet." Bruno made a brotherly oath to Paul, and took a last look at his brother's peace. With a sleeping face, he turned and left.
The sailors almost fled, running away from the temple. The Feng clan translator also slipped away quietly with them. The moment he left the temple and saw the sun, Bruno prayed devoutly to the cross in his heart and made a promise.
"Meudeus! O omnipotent God! Please forgive our sins and save us from the fire of hell. Please take the souls of all people, especially those who need your mercy, to the kingdom of heaven! I will definitely take it with you. The divine power returns to send Satan's apostles to hell forever and let the devil's land be cleansed in fire! Tenhosaudades! Miss you! Farewell, my brother."
Looking at the aliens running away, and remembering 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 want to perform sacrificial divination and ask the great ancestor god about the future!" the high priest ordered to the left and right.
The priest wearing a bright red mask saluted respectfully. She took a basket each of the skulls of a monkey, an orangutan, and a leopard, then went outside to provide the altar with more mana mediums.
At this time, King Nziga Nkuwu, who had been watching silently, finally spoke up and asked.
"Dear Voodoo High Priest, what exactly is the Ancestral God?"
The Voodoo High Priest smiled kindly.
"The Ancestral 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 with us. The Ancestral God has sent down boundless power and given us the test of life and death, and has evolved through the test. Our body evolves our blood, and also evolves our soul. The ancestor gods have already become one with us!
The ancestral gods test us mercilessly and protect us kindly. He set down boundless boundaries 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 gods. This is the land given to us by the ancestor gods! "
With that said, the high priest of voodoo stood up, held up the human bone staff and the powerful voodoo box, and slowly walked towards the altar outside the hall. The priests of the temple took off the clothes of the three foreigners and then commanded the resurrected corpses. These expressionless strong men slowly picked up the sleeping naked foreigner and followed closely behind the high priest.
The king also followed with his warriors in silence.
The altar had been cleared, the black goat removed, and the bottom floor was filled with the skulls of various animals. The masked priest directed the resurrected corpse to place a comatose white-skinned foreigner on the top of the altar.
The high priest of voodoo opened the voodoo box, gently took out a bottle of powder, and poured it into his right hand. The powders are made from male mosquitoes and mixed with unknown herbs.
The Voodoo High Priest stretched out his right hand towards the sky, and countless blood-sucking female mosquitoes gathered. Her right hand was instantly covered by mosquitoes, and more mosquitoes gathered in groups and swirled around her, forming a black mist visible to the naked eye. These mosquitoes were surprisingly docile and did not suck blood, but accompanied the high priest calmly. The flying mosquitoes brought up the breeze, blowing the high priest's cassock, as if accompanying the messenger of God.
The king and warriors lowered their heads in fear and saluted the voodoo high priest. The voice of the high priest seemed to come from a distant wind.
"Look, these beautiful elves, these messengers of the ancestral gods. Under the warm sunshine, by the quiet pools, billions of elves are guarding us and the land of the ancestral gods. They are so kind and bring The test of the ancestor gods of all people allowed the people of the ancestor gods to stay and take away the foreigners forever. The elves will never stop guarding our land!"
An unusually bright smile appeared on the old face of the Voodoo High Priest. She drank a bottle of divination potion in one gulp. The hallucinogenic mushrooms and herbs caused confusion in her eyes, and the mosquitoes flew into strange and unclear shapes.
"Let's begin!" the high priest called softly.
The voodoo priest wearing a red mask raised the sacrificial dagger without hesitation, and drew blood marks on the face, arms, chest, and thighs of the first white-skinned foreigner. The bloody smell suddenly spread.
The mosquitoes gathered around the high priest paused neatly, then suddenly turned around and pounced on the foreign sacrifices on the altar. The white skin was almost instantly covered by black mosquito swarms, which danced wildly in the air, sucking fresh blood.
The eyes of the Voodoo High Priest were psychedelic, and the dance of the mosquitoes was like a blurry picture. In the boundless hallucination, she saw the white-skinned terror coming from the northwest, riding a huge sailing ship, carrying roaring weapons that breathed fire, cruelly destroying everything along the coast. Then, they went ashore and greedily plundered the wealth of the land, including gold, silver, gems, ivory, and spices.
"Really, is that so?... White-skinned foreigners are coming from the sea... They bring ruthless killing and destruction... They plunder the wealth of the land..."
The mosquito swarm sucked the sleeping foreigner madly at a speed of 40 milliliters per second. The total blood volume of the human body is only 5,000 ml. In just two minutes, the foreigner was quietly and peacefully turned into a mummy due to the anesthetic toxin secreted by mosquitoes. The mosquito swarm also gradually subsided from its fury.
"Not enough, not enough, keep going, I want to see more!"
The second sacrifice was also delivered to the altar. It was also covered with wounds and covered in black by mosquitoes. Changing shapes continued to dance in the sky.
The Voodoo High Priest has another vision. White-skinned foreigners occupied the towns in the interior, and then fell one after another under the test of the ancestor gods. They evacuated the rainforest in embarrassment, shouting about the devil's land, and then took away all the wealth and the people of the ancestor god. The people of the ancestral god were transported onto huge sailing ships and headed west. The elves of the ancestral gods also followed on the ship and sailed towards the unknown west.
"Really, is that true?... The white-skinned foreigners cannot withstand the test of the ancestor gods... They capture the people of the ancestor gods... and take the elves of the ancestor gods... to the west... Continue! "
Paul was finally sent to the altar. He smiled peacefully, living happily with his sister and brother Bruno in his smile, forgetting all the sins he had ever committed. Then the boundless swarm of mosquitoes swooped down, bringing him eternal sleep.
The Voodoo High Priest couldn't help but get closer to the mosquitoes, so she could see them more clearly.
The people of the Ancestral God died all the way and fell into the sea until the end of the sailing ship was another continent. On the mainland, there are also warm sunshine, tranquil pools, and ever-warm jungles. The people of the ancestor god were put down there, wearing shackles and shackles, and had to work hard in the fields. The white-skinned people cut off their limbs and cut their throats at will. However, before the people of the Ancestral God, the elves of the Ancestral God had already set off. They multiplied infinitely in the pools, and then flew to the distance promised by the Ancestral God.
"Really, is that so?... The white-skinned people took the people of the ancestor gods... to the same warm land in the west... The elves of the ancestor gods also multiplied together... Not enough, not enough, I want to see more many!"
The Voodoo High Priest finally steps up to the altar. Mosquitoes surrounded her densely, like docile pets.
"I have spent ninety rainy seasons, and my soul will return to voodoo at any time. Let me use my own blood to see the future predicted by Qingzu God..."
The voodoo high priest muttered to himself. She took off her cassock, revealing her withered and thin body, and then waved the sacrificial dagger without hesitation, cutting her upper body with blood.
The mosquito swarm paused for a moment, and finally went berserk again. They were like the pets of the Lord Devourer, covering the high priest in an instant. The skinny body held less blood, and in less than half a minute, the voodoo priest fell into a dying hallucination.
She saw swarms of mosquitoes multiplying endlessly in the rainforest and then flying deeper into the jungle. Wherever the spirit of the ancestor god flew over, everything was changed forever. Countless yellow-skinned natives fell in despair from repeated fever and pain, and white-skinned foreigners could not stay here for long.
Only the people of the Ancestral God, and only the dark-skinned ethnic groups, can truly take root! They are multiplying endlessly in this vast land, growing stronger in the face of difficulties, and their tribes are becoming more and more prosperous, until the distant and hopeful future!
"Really? Is that so?... The elves of the Ancestral God have forever changed the land under the sun. The people of the Ancestral God are struggling to multiply and grow on the land! The sacrifice of our people's flesh and blood is used to exchange for the land where our people take root, and Our clan’s prosperous future is the blessing of our ancestors!”
"So that's it! The Promised Land of the Ancestral God is in the west..."
The Voodoo High Priest murmured to herself. She faced the land in the west, her face full of peace and contentment before death. She smiled, finally opened her mouth, licked the spirit of the ancestor god, and fell down under the prophecy of the ancestor god without leaving any regrets. Beneath her were the shriveled bodies of Paul and other sailors.
Seeing the final sacrifice of the voodoo priest, the king fell into unbelievable shock and joy.
"The high priest is completely crazy! This horrible old woman sacrificed herself! She is finally dead!... I will never allow such a high priest to appear again. The Gentiles are right, the power of the king should not be violated The interference of the priesthood! I want to convert to the benevolent God of the Cross Pillar!"
Thousands of miles away in the west, the morning sun has just risen over Lake Texcoco, lighting up the great lake city of Tenochtitlan. Accompanied respectfully by Chief Priest Kechar, an unusually old man walked out of the majestic temple and looked to the northwest with a frown. Just now, Kechar brought him the news of Tisok's death.
Camping in a distant mountain, Shulot looked at the rising sun in the east and sighed softly. By now, the Europeans would have arrived in the Congo and opened Pandora's box. Anopheles mosquitoes and Aedes mosquitoes will come with European fleets and fly to the warm and hot American rainforests, turning the now densely populated tropical areas into a desolate and dangerous world.
Anopheles mosquitoes bring fatal malaria, and Aedes mosquitoes bring yellow fever and dengue fever, which bring a narrow escape from death. Where these African mosquitoes passed, America's rainforests were reshaped and no longer suitable for habitation by Indians and whites.
From the Brazilian rainforest to the Amazon rainforest, to Venezuela and Colombia in South America, to Panama, Nicaragua, Honduras, Guatemala in Central America, then to Cuba, Haiti, Dominica, and the Caribbean Islands, and even to Louisiana and Florida in North America.
Wherever there are tropical rainforests, wherever African mosquitoes fly, malaria, yellow fever and dengue fever will always exist in the tropics and never leave. The yellow-skinned compatriots in the tropical rain forest will die weakly and desperately. 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 of the Americas will no longer belong to the homeland of Indians, nor will they be the land where white people breed. They will always belong to black-skinned ethnic groups! Even in another three hundred years, white colonists can only huddle in clean tropical towns and hand over farmland, mountains, forests and rivers to hundreds of times as many black slaves.
The American tropics will be forever changed, and no one can stop it. This is the blessing of the black African ancestral god!
