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!

As the Saka Priest incited the crowd with his continuous chanting and agitation, the thousands of Otapan Defending Army soldiers near the city walls became increasingly rowdy. The clamorous noise spread, startling a flock of birds into flight in the mountains.


The agile finches sensed danger, chirping as they flew high into the sky to watch. Below, in the mountain city, the two-legged creatures divided into two distinct groups: one group shouting in disarray, like a converging pack of wolves; the other standing ready for battle, like bears on their hind legs,


Battle seemed imminent. Over a thousand impulsive Otomi Warriors gripped their bows and war clubs, gradually moving their feet, surrounding the Royal Banner at the city gates. Some brandished their weapons, eyes red, loudly taunting the Mexica people.


Chapter 287: The Might of the War God