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!

Thus, life gradually became fuel, burned steadily in the collision of the war machine in a ratio that the Mexica legion could accept. The morale of the defending army was also gradually decreasing, from the initial inspiring shouts to today's exhausted silence.


Soon, Jiowar, the commander of the Otapan Legion, hurried over. After the water battle, the "Coyote's" fierce expression was replaced by respect, and he kneeled on one knee in compliance.


"Respected elder brother, Your Highness, what are your orders?"


Xiulote nodded, his gaze tightly fixed on Jiowar, and he ordered sternly.


Chapter 180: Fortress Siege, Corpses Rain Down - Part 2