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!

Xiulote, clad in armor and carrying a bow, gazed at the capital city not far away, a look of admiration spreading across his face. He closed one eye, extended his left arm, and raised his thumb, noticing with just a quick glance that the city wall was an impressive eight or nine meters high, with an astonishing width of two to three kilometers.


The blue stone walls were engraved with divine symbols, and the wide city gates were decorated with patterns of gold and silver. On the tall city walls, many militia holding long spears and samurai carrying bows and arrows stood densely packed. Among the defending militia, stacks of brick, wood, and stone were piled up, along with pottery jars filled with lime.


Xiulote's gaze lingered momentarily among the ranks of the defending army. He estimated the ratio of samurai to militia and looked at the throngs of people from the Tekos tribe, his smile growing even more radiant.


Chapter 229: The Capital City and the Throne