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 October wind was filled with silence, and even the sun felt mildly cool. Thousands of Samurai marched silently through the scorched woods, their footsteps resounding with a crackling noise at every stop. When they lifted their feet again, their straw sandals were dyed black with wood ash. Along the way, they sporadically encountered charred human forms, but their identities were no longer discernible. The perilous wildfire had just passed, and the birds and beasts of the mountains, having fled far away, had yet to return. Along the path, only the godlike traces of destruction left a deep reverence in the hearts of mortals.


"Blessings of the Chief Divine! Praise to His Highness!..."


Fervent prayers rose from the ranks of the Samurai, drifting beneath the Royal Banner of Black Wolf.


Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty-Five: An Unexpected Encounter