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!

"Matim, my brother! Let's talk this out! What do you want? All the plunder from this journey, I'll give it to you! And you can be the head on this ship!... My fellow sailors, I, Sailor Chief Diego, have never wronged you!..."


Diego shook all over, lifting his hands in fear. He shouted with all his might, trying to persuade everyone on the ship. Behind him, four of his loyal men had just boarded the ship, only to be forced to surrender with raised hands. The rest of the sailors stayed on the small boat, watching the situation onboard with trepidation.


Quartermaster Matim sighed. He slowly turned around, revealing a familiar face from behind. Only then did Sailor Chief Diego see that Noble Knight Bruno was holding a dagger, pressing it firmly against Matim's back.


Diego was stunned for a second, then his eyes almost burst with rage as he roared angrily.


"Foda-se! Damn you! That night in the cabin, I should have chopped you into mincemeat!..."


Chapter 358: The End of 1485, The So-Called Redemption_2