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 hound Yuku then took a step back, wiping the blood from his face. Narrowing his eyes, he stared like a serpent at the Mexica Marshal fifty paces away. Several trusted aides were holding up Great Shields, clustering in front of the Marshal. The hound reached out with his left hand to touch the Longbow at his back, shook his head, and once more, wielding his Spear, charged into the enemy ranks!


Atop the command platform, Xiulote had already put away the command flag, taken down his Longbow, and was closely watching the battle unfolding before him. He was in the midst of imminent danger, the intense sounds of combat echoing in his ears, the rich scent of blood enveloping his nostrils. This was the familiar deadly melee that, after a long time, had once again come so close to him!


Chapter 220 The King's War Continued Part 2