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!

"Thank you for reminding me! Praise the Chief Divine!"


Both men bowed their heads and bid each other farewell with a salute as the procession continued on its way.


Xiuxoke walked briskly as the wind and soon arrived at the entrance to the Temple District, where a thousand-strong Eagle Warrior Battalion had already gathered, fully armed and standing in solemn wait for the two battalion leaders. He looked around, Stanley was not there yet; only the camp captains saluted him.


Xiuxoke returned the greetings with a gentle smile and then took his place at the front of the line. The towering Great Pyramid Temple loomed before him, the priests had already lit the roaring Sacred Fire, and the blue Sacrifices were being escorted out from the holding cells of the various temples. He gazed at the gradually brightening sky, at the endless line of Sacrifices, and thought of his aging father preparing for the Sacrificial Rite in the Great Temple, heaving a soft sigh.


Chapter 276 New Year's Grand Ceremony, A Grand Scene for the Alliance!_2