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!

Aweit laughed aloud. After half a year of campaigning, battered by wind and sun, his complexion was slightly reddened, his features defined and rugged, and his expression even more resolute. In his casual banter, he seemed more unrestrained and bold than before, with an added undercurrent of merciless severity.


"Your Majesty, should some stimulating herbs be added to the drinks?"


"Hmm, follow the priests' tradition, the first through the third rounds of drinks should be mixed with different herbs. Begin with the enlightening Ebony Jade, continue with the hallucinogenic Bare-Capped Mushroom, and conclude with the tranquilizing Rat Tail Sage. Remember, use only a third of what the priests would, don't add more."


Aweit paused thoughtfully, then answered with a smile. For his beloved daughter Alisa, he had picked up herbology again, a subject he had learned in his youth, and his expertise even exceeded many high priests.


Gillim nodded respectfully. After a moment, he asked softly,


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