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!

Zucata stood to the side, his expression fraught with anxiety. He harbored some preposterous thoughts. With such urgent military situation in the south, whether to fight or flee, a decisive choice had to be made. Yet at this time, the people of Guajili in the camp were actually holding a divination?


Thinking this, Zucata shook his head repeatedly. Unfortunately, in such a sacred occasion, being a foreigner, he had no right to speak and could only watch in silence.


"Divine Earth and Heavens, exalted ancestors! Please listen to the call of the Earth's children... At this critical juncture, bestow upon me the holy enlightenment... I ask, is the warrior Amoxtli the chosen leader of Guajili by the revered Earth Mother Goddess?"


Chapter 350: A Long Day, Red Dusk_2