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 firelight gradually kindled in the majestic capital city, and the night breeze carried sounds from afar. Everywhere were various boiling shouts, along with hoarse howling, as if the end of days had descended.


Chiwaco stopped in his tracks. He stood on the high stone stairs outside the palace, gazing at South City, which was bathed in the red glow of torches. A surge of dark green flooded in, seemingly endless and unstoppable, threatening to engulf everything in its path.


Puap turned at the sound and saw the tide branching out, advancing to the front of the palace and the temple district, revealing the Mexica Samurai clad in leather armor, fierce and grim. He exclaimed in surprise.


Chapter 236: Stealing Credit