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 noon, the gods descended, and the Divine Kingdom opened! The gods have arrived to lead the souls of the deceased!"


The clear call echoed under the sky, and a thunderous roar ascended. The samurai in the camp suddenly became noisy. They shouted their final blessings, bidding farewell to the souls of those who died in battle, rising until the red kingdom. It was a long time before the shouting gradually quieted down.


Xiulote once again raised the Divine Staff in his hand, chanting the final farewell.


"The gods have departed, taking with them the souls of those who died in battle! The warriors who died for the gods have gone to the glorious Divine Kingdom, transformed into beautiful flora, forever enjoying peace and joy! Praise the Chief Divine, shout thrice His name!"


"Praise the Chief Divine Huitzilopochtli! Praise the Sun God Huitzilopochtli! Praise the War God Huitzilopochtli!"


Chapter 228: Post-War Sacrificial Rites, Troops Surround the Capital City!_2