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!

Ruthless volleys of arrows whistled above and below the city walls, like the piercing autumn wind sweeping across the battlefield. Samurai and militia on both sides fell like leaves in that wind by the tall city walls, wilting away. The wilted leaves fell into the mud, the nourishment from their bodies seeping out and staining the cobblestones and earth a deep red. Thus, the city walls became like maple trees, and the fallen leaves became maple leaves.


The mournful beauty of the battlefield reflected in the eyes of the young commander, as well as mirroring his calm, lake-like demeanor. On the left side of the city walls, Ottopan warriors continuously scaled the ramparts only to be driven back down by the Tarasco defending army, unable to secure a breach. The surrounding militia also gradually gathered, hurling logs, boulders, javelins, and arrows as if they cost neither money nor life.


Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-Two: Maple Leaves and Reinforcements