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 campfire flickered within the encampment, causing darkness to ebb and flow. The Red Frog Envoy looked visibly unsettled, while Xiulote was brimming with laughter. As their eyes met, the envoy shivered, speaking up with a hint of fear.


"Ah, wise Great Chief! I am from the Red Frog Tribe..."


At this point, the envoy paused, his eyes wide as he looked at Xiulote. He hesitated for a long while but eventually mustered his courage.


"Greetings to you, honorable God of Death Great Chief! I am Keka, the battle-hardened Chieftain of the Red Frog Tribe!"


Xiulote remained composed, nodding slowly. He had already anticipated this answer. The King pondered for a while, then waved at his trusted aides around him.


The aides let go and stepped back, and Keka collapsed to the ground as his strength left him.


"Keka, why have you come yourself? Are you not afraid of being discovered by the Alliance and sacrificed to the divinities on the spot?"


Chapter Three Hundred and Nineteen: Night Talk