Swinging the sword to cut through the clouds and dreams

In the year 1469, the Aztec Empire in Central America was at its zenith. A soul from the future transgressed time to come here, intent on saving the fate of the Indian people from destruction and establishing an empire in Central America!

The Age of Exploration had just begun its prologue, with European colonizers venturing into the unknown world. Europeans were on the rise, intent on conquering the rich lands of America and colonizing the vast New World. They were poised to embark on an expansion that would take them from America, to Africa, to India, to the Far East, and control the world for the next five hundred years!

But now, an immortal spirit sought to change all of that. He would unite Central America under one rule, inherit the two-thousand-year legacy of American civilization, and resist the invasion of Western colonizers. He would spend centuries leading Aztec civilization onto the path of destiny to conquer America!

Without the land and wealth of America, what would become of the Westerners? And in which direction would the world turn?

Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

This was the first Samurai to die for Xiulote.


The battlefield did not halt for anyone's death, it demanded more blood. Bertade urgently turned and looked down, patting Xiulote's face. The young man quickly looked back, his expression void of the pain of being shot by an arrow, devoid of fear between life and death, simply a little lost for losing a friend. The world-weary warrior let out a sigh of relief, then checked Kusola's breath and sighed again.


"Guardian Priest!" Bertade called out to the surrounding warriors with a heavy expression. He then placed his shield on Xiulote's body, turned, and ran toward the nearest archer.


More than a dozen followers quickly surrounded Xiulote, using their shields and bodies to protect him tightly. The rest spread out with shields in hand and pounced on the ambushing warriors.


Chapter 37 Ambush_2