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 rapid beat of war drums echoed through the mountains, drowning out the screams with intense battle cries. The pungent scent of blood spread through the camp, staining the withered grass and trees red. Suddenly, an excited shout rose from the vanguard attacking the camp.


Xiulote stood on a hilltop, observing the battle. He saw nearly two thousand Guamare Samurai, like a tide of grey-blue, shouting and surging into the camp nestled among the mountains. The Canine Descendants were gradually unable to resist, retreating in disorder toward the rear camp, and it seemed that some areas had even caught fire. Then, a trusted aide of a chieftain, holding a long spear, removed the Red Monkey flag from the camp and fled to the rear.


"The camp has fallen. Chalki did a good job!"


Chapter 333: Vanguard Attacks the Camp - The End