At this time, the Aztec Royal City, after a full day of various unexpected bombardments, had quietly transitioned into evening.
The sun, stained with the color of blood, gradually sank below the surface of the lake. It also painted the entire sky a glaring blood red.
Even the resplendent City of Gold began to show an ominous tint.
The colonizers from various countries, pirates, and marines still wreaking havoc in the city completely failed to notice this abnormality.
Even if they had noticed, they paid it no mind.
"Hahaha, I've had smallpox before! Nothing in this city can stop me from making a fortune."
"I've had it too."
"I haven't, but I'm more scared of being poor than dying! Even if I die in a pile of gold today, my life will have been worth it."
Like a swarm of rats burrowing into a rice bin, it seemed truly nothing could stop them.
