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!

At that moment, a sharp conch horn suddenly sounded from beneath the Black Wolf's banner. Following that, Head Warrior Bertade hurried out of formation, grabbing hold of the Toltec who awaited battle.


"His Highness orders, Toltec to return to the ranks! Surrender the chance of a duel to another brave warrior!"


Toltec struggled unwillingly in the grip of the Head Warrior. He turned his head forcefully, looking towards the small hill nearby. Beneath the fluttering flag, His Highness nodded affirmatively with a solemn expression. Only then did Black Wolf lower his head, not looking at the surely mocking Hound opposite him, and dejectedly returned to the ranks.


Yuku, however, did not reveal a smile. His expressionless face watched as his intended prey departed, then he closed his eyes slightly, motionless, waiting for a new hunting target.


Before long, a towering Mexica warrior stepped out of formation. He held his head high, proudly shouting towards the front.


Chapter 215: To the Master - Part 3