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!

Hearing this, the confidants all revealed expressions of joy and visibly relaxed.


"Hmm… Prince… military exploits… hey!"


The eyes of the weasel became even greedier, his greed tinged with a hidden murderous intent. He lifted his head, and seeing the insiders stealthily retreating, he shouted loudly.


"Stop! Put down the treasures in the bamboo basket! Otherwise, I will catch you all and kill every one of you! ..."


"Damn it! This is what I got at the risk of my life, after so much scheming and killing...,"


Puap could no longer hold back and burst into an angry roar.


"Put it down, put it all down! Master, please put it down!"


The old militiaman shouted urgently. He raised his hand, personally helped Puap to unload the bamboo basket, and then signaled the surrounding militia with his eyes.


Chapter 236: Stealing Credit_3