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!

November 1485, near the mouth of the Congo River entering the sea, on the land ruled by the local chieftain Soyo—a coastal fishing village.


The tumultuous Congo River poured into the Atlantic Ocean here, without forming the common river delta. Instead, it had carved out a deep drowned valley along the coast. Relying on the rivermouth's abundant fishing resources, the tribe settled here, forming a peaceful fishing village. On ordinary days, children ran through the village, women bustled about, and the air was filled with vitality.


As the sun set in the west, three caravels were docked alongside the riverbank. A deathly silence loomed over the native fishing village, with the smell of blood permeating the air. The frenzied carnage had just ended, and the beastly desires had been temporarily satiated. At this moment, one or two hundred fresh corpses, regardless of age or gender, were piled upon the central altar of the village, with large bundles of straw covering them.


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