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 cries of terror had lasted all night, and the chaos among the Canine Descendants had as well. When the morning sun rose and cast its light upon the mountaintop encampment, the densely packed Canine Warriors were nowhere to be seen. From a distance, the treacherous camp looked utterly devastated, marked by the chaos of the raging fires and the haphazardly strewn corpses of the Canine Descendants.


Xiulote ascended a small hill, looking down at the mere hundreds of enemies left in the mountain stronghold, and nodded with satisfaction. Then, with a smile, he said to his most trusted Head Warrior,


"The Canine Descendant battalions have been broken. I am weary from listening to their chaotic howling all night long, I shall go sleep for a while. Bertade, you will crush the remnants for me!"


Bertade responded with a smile. Xiulote then turned to leave, not casting another glance at the mountaintop. Soon after, the sounds of battle echoed from behind.


Chapter 342: The Red Sky