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!

Bertade's expression was tranquil as he stepped forward and knelt to pay homage. Xiulote, with a solemn expression, bestowed upon him a scepter signifying the rank of Legion Commander, along with a brand-new Commander's weapon, a Qing-style bronze sword.


"The Imperial Guard Legion shall raise the Royal Flag of the Black Wolf. Hold my scepter to command for me; wield my long sword to strike down my enemies!"


"Your Highness, I am prepared to die for you."


Bertade bowed deeply. His brief words carried immense strength.


"Bertade, my Head Warrior, the Copper Armor Personal Army will be under your direct command, accompanying me day and night. My safety is entrusted to you!"


"Your Highness, I shall surely die before you."


Xiulote nodded slightly and touched the Head Warrior's hair.


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