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 full moon rose into the sky, spreading a cold radiance that lit up the wilderness of the night. It was mid-September, and the full moon was at its prime. Loud howls of wolves echoed from distant mountains, seeming to tell of a longing from afar.


Using the moonlight, two red-haired Scouts moved silently across the wilderness, followed by more than three hundred warriors clad in cotton armor. Their mission was originally to scout and ambush the Aztec's supply troops. However, they encountered the God of Death's Great Chief's trusted aide's tribe. With so few people, they could do nothing and needed to quickly report back with the latest military intelligence.


Chapter 313: Parting