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!

The long wind surged across a thousand miles, bringing the solemnity of deep autumn after a season of growth and decay. The sunlight shone brightly, reflecting off the war clubs of the warriors outside the city and into their murderous eyes, casting the silhouettes of the defending army. The Tarasco defending army silently gathered on the city walls, stacking up defensive equipment. Dark red blood traces congealed on the bluestone walls and seeped into the grayish-yellow soil, waiting for new blood to flow.


The Mexica camp gates opened, and tens of thousands of warriors and militia filed out in succession, filling the fields in front of the fortress. The battlefield was filled with suppressive clamor and uncontrollable low roars.


Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-Four: Siege and Explosion (Part One)