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 relentless war drums echoed once more. Torc stood on the most conspicuous watchtower, waving the commanding flag forward.


Upon hearing the command, a thousand Temple crossbowmen, carrying powerful crossbows and bearing war clubs on their backs, streamed out from the camp. Close behind them, a thousand of the elite Vanguard launched their assault. The two thousand Vanguard filled the narrow mountain path, charging ferociously towards the rear camp of the Guajili people and reached within two hundred steps in moments. Hundreds of Pamus Samurai heads were scattered along this mountain path, their eyes wide with terror, faces filled with the reluctance of impending death.


The expression of the Vanguard warriors was grim and unaffected. The front-row crossbowmen kicked the heads to either side of the road, while the rear crossbowmen paused briefly in wait, their faces unchanging. Some crossbowmen even took out crossbow arrows, ready to shoot at any moment.


Chapter 309: The Battle at the Valley Entrance (Continued 1)