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!

Hearing this, Amoxtli did not speak. He turned, like a crow in the wilderness, and gazed at the distant mountains. In his eyes, the world was filled with traces of death. The ash-blue and ink-green legions, like the tides in the sky, were coming in an unstoppable deluge.


Arantza stopped crying and silently looked towards the south, like a grown red hawk.


The three stood in silence for a long while until a red-haired Scout hurried over.


"Chieftain, the Great Chief summons you."


Amoxtli turned to Arantza, smiled, and then ruffled the girl's hair. Then, he looked at Moqi and gave a stern order.


Moqi bowed deeply, clenching a fist in salute.


Chapter 345: The Crow, the Monkey, and the Wolf_2