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!

Amidst the chanting of the priests, more than ten thousand warriors had converted, prostrating themselves on the blue stone ground. Next, it was the turn of nearly sixty thousand civilians. The priests removed the Blood Wine, replacing it with lukewarm corn cakes, the fragrance of the food instantly diffusing. Another wave of restlessness emerged in the crowd. The Temple Warriors strode forward. They swung their War Clubs through the air, blew the chilling Death Whistle, and easily suppressed the commotion.


The conversion ceremony for the civilians was even simpler. A single priest could handle seven or eight people at a time. The civilians trembled as they knelt before the Sacred Fire. They cut off a lock of hair and cast it into the flames, listening to the priest's prayers. They needed to remember the name of the Chief Divine, repeat it three times, and then they could carry the corn cakes to either side.


Chapter 239: Conversion Ceremony, Enfeoffment Ceremony, The End of the Western Expedition!_3