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!

Xiulote's eyes sparkled as he scrutinized the details of the camp. His gaze swept over a small but noticeable squad of long spearmen before settling on the flag of Red Dog. There, a tall, indistinct figure was clad in a Chieftain's Wolf Robe and was also looking this way.


"...Uman, the one wearing golden armor and a face helmet, is that the Great Chief, God of Death?"


Chichika narrowed his eyes, looking toward the Black Wolf banner on the opposite hill, and then turned his head to ask.


"Er... yes, Chieftain. I've heard... that banner holds Mana... one shouldn't look at it too much."


Chapter 335 Unexpected Encounter_2