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!

The tender green sprouts peeked out from the fields, and the grey sparrows finally headed north. The end of June brought continuous wind and rain, the completion of spring plowing amidst tempests, and the gradual tranquility of the northern lands after spring.


Xiulote climbed the city walls once again. He gazed down at the farmlands at the foot of the mountain city, where the earth was lush with budding life; he looked towards the horizon where dark clouds gathered, the sky rumbling with thunder, bringing down precious spring rains.


"The rainy season has finally arrived! Spring water is always more precious than oil. Hmm, the rains in Otapan arrive later than in Qinchongcan."


Bertade, clad in copper armor, gazed towards the distant thunder and calmly agreed.


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